I threw away an empty pill bottle.
I probably didn’t need to put the cap back on first.
– Comedian Josh Gret
Josh’s joke was much funnier when he told it. The delivery was everything. But, the sentiment struck a cord with me. Because I also put the cap back on before I throw away an empty bottle. I also can’t throw away a broken string or rope if it has a knot in it.
Even if I know the string will never be used again, that it really is trash, I’ll still go through the trouble of untying the knots and working out the kinks.
Orson Scott Card, the author of Ender’s Game, wrote another series called “The Alvin Maker” series. It was a historical fantasy novel loosely based in nineteenth Century America and inspired by the life of Joseph Smith, the founder of the Mormon church. Alvin was a “Maker.” He created things. And his nemesis was something called the Unmaker. The Unmaker did just that. It destroyed whatever it touched – things were “unmade.”
Whenever Alvin felt the influence of the Unmaker (patterned after the Devil, of course) he had to make something, even a simple twisting of grass into a design was enough to keep the Unmaker at bay. He just didn’t feel right otherwise.
I’ve thought about those stories as I’ve considered a my fascination with untied knots in rope and strings. I just don’t feel right leaving them knotted. I have no idea why not. I’m not that introspective.
My childhood was a lot like a knotted rope. It didn’t go in a straight line. At least not often. Up until I was 11 I’d never lived in one location longer than a year – only once. I wonder if my desire to straighten ropes and strings is related to my early childhood. It makes sense. The parallels are very similar.
I’ve adopted children from all over the world. My family has more adopted kids than birth kids, although I love them all equally. We never set out to save the world. We adopted children because we wanted a bigger family. But, was there some underlying desire to “straighten” even then? I don’t know. As I said, I’m not that introspective.
Many people joke about OCD. And untying tied strings would be something that people might put into that category. I’m not one of those people. I suffer from pretty severe ADD, mild ADHD and and mile PTSD. But, I have family that suffers bipolar, clinical depression, fibromyalgia, and various other issues. OCD, or any health issue is nothing to joke about.
So, I’m left with the realization that I don’t have any idea where my un-tying habit comes from. Maybe I’m just knot right.
What habits do you have that you can’t explain?
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Everyone’s speeding. . .or going too slow
Do you commute? I have about a 30 minute commute. Fifteen of that is on the freeway.
It’s not a terrible commute. But, it occurred to me that nearly everyone is speeding. . .or going too slow. Nope. There’s no in between.
I had a friend one time who said,
“If I’m not passing people I figure I’m going too slow.”
– Ammen Harper
I’ll admit it, I tend to drive faster than the posted speed limit. Generally I’m running 5-10 mph over the speed limit. If I get more than 10 MPH over, I’ll move over and let other past me.
The only time I will drive exactly the speed limit is if someone decides to tailgate me. Tailgaters never last more than about 5 seconds behind someone driving the speed limit. Try it the next time you have someone riding your bumper.
But, it seems like either people are passing me (they are speeding) or they are blocking my lane (they are driving too slow.) But, I seem to be the only one going MY speed.
The fact is I have no idea how many cars are driving the same speed as I am. Sure, if they are next to me refusing to allow me to merge, I know they are going my speed, but for the most part all the other cars seem to be pulling away from me or falling behind.
And that’s the paradox.
You are alone. . .in a crowd
There probably are other cars going the same speed as I am, but I’ll never see them. If they are a half mile ahead of me, I never catch up to them. If they are a half mile behind, they never overtake me.
While I might feel like the only one on the freeway travelling at the MY speed, the fact is that there are many other cars and drivers out there just like me. I just don’t see them.
Keep that in mind when you feel you are waging a lone battle. Your allies are all around you. You just don’t see them because they are moving right in step with you.
Go conquer your day. We’re all right ther with you.
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“I wish I’d never written the stupid song. It must be a terrible song. If it weren’t a terrible song we don’t have to do it 50 stinking times.”
– Billy Joel on multiple takes
I’m a writer not a song writer. Authors don’t have to do multiple takes. Instead we edit. . .over and over. . .and over. . .and again. . .and one more time.
If you are a writer you’d better love the story you wrote, because you are going to read it A LOT.
I just finished the latest round of edits for my next short story. The story is called “You Can Call Me Dan.” It will be part of an anthology coming out in the Fall. I won’t tell you WHICH round of edits I’ve completed, because honestly, I’ve lost track.
The deadline for submitting the rough draft was March 1. The editor then did a “structural” edit. This is where he goes through and tells you what needs to change in your story.
Oh, you thought it was YOUR story and YOU get to decide? Yeah, well, if you never want to be published, that’s a great attitude. For those of us trying to get our stories in print, you are going to have to work with an editor.
My editor is named James. And honestly, it’s a really good editor. His feedback on my story was “Your main character is too creepy. Make him less creepy.” So, the first round of edits was to change the main character, rewrite the scenes where my MC did creepy things, and then rework the conflicts.
Okay, easy enough. And as soon as I was done with the structure edits, I then reread my story and had to do another round of edits to fix inconsistencies my structural edits introduced.
Oh, and I had sent my manuscript out for a beta read. So, I edited it again and made the changes from the beta readers.
And then I remembered another edit that I wanted to do. But, I’d already sent a copy to the editor. More edits and a “Hey, use this one instead of the one I sent you two hours ago.”
I have probably read my story ten times by now. And we haven’t even gotten to the line edits. That will come the coming months.
The Billy Joel quote describes how his producer wanted, “Just one more take.” Over and over.
Editing is like that. Eventually, the story becomes just a series of words separated by periods, question marks and does anyone REALLY understand how to use commas?
A story is never done. As a writer, I could write on a single story for months. The trick is fix the problems that every story has without introducing more. When the problems are all fixed, the story is done.
Fortunately, my editor has already accepted Dan for publication. My editing process will be without the stress of “how do I make it good enough to appeal to an editor?”
Just one more take.
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“It’s not how much you make per hour. It’s how much you make per year.”
– Lloyd Bliss (My father)
When I first started working I remember being proud of the amount I earned per hour. Maybe I was mowing lawns. Or maybe I it was mucking hours stalls. But, I’d get work hard and manage to earn something amazing like $10 or $12 per hour. The point was it was only for a single hour. My dad used to remind me that it’s not a single hour, it’s what you get for a year.
The most I’ve ever made in my career (per hour) was $250. That’s the equivalent of $500,000 per year. (I did NOT earn a half million per year.) I did earn pretty good money that year consulting.
I don’t do consulting anymore. Now, I’m a writer. (BTW, typically writers earn less than minimum wage when you chart it out. Most of us anyway. ) Writers write. But, we also need to sell our work. And do that requires readers. . .and viewers.
Last week I posted on LinkedIn and got a really good response.
My brother is an expert on increasing your reach on LinkedIn. People pay him a lot of money for his help. And he’s really good. He’s my brother, so he helps me for because he can.
As the views on my post kept rising, I looked at the data on who was looking at my post. By far the largest group were people who had a job title of author. I DM’d my brother,
Looks like the bulk of people viewing my post are exactly the people I’m trying to influence.
That’s exactly the right answer
He was pointing out that while a large number of views on a post is exciting, it’s really about making sure the right group of people are seeing your post. And it was exciting to see a post getting noticed.
This week I created another post on LinkedIn. Typically I post once per week. This week’s post? Not nearly as effective.
As I was lamenting the difference between last week and this week, I remembered my father’s counsel. He passed away before social media became a thing. Had he been around for it, and if he cared, I’m sure he’d have pointed out that it’s not the number of views on a post, it’s the number of views per year.
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I felt old today.
I was carrying rocks. We are adding on to a rock wall that we built on the South side of our property. My neighbor recently dug out the foundation for a wall he’s building to level the side of his property.
We live in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Our soil is very rocky. My neighbor’s excavation has exposed a lot of rocks. He offered to let me have all I could carry off. Rocks are expensive. Even when they’re free they’re expensive.
These ones cost the effort it takes to haul them off. I figured I needed about 60 to build my wall. (My lovely wife later told me my estimate was off by half.) I moved 10 rocks today. I can fit about 4 or 5 in my wheelbarrow at a time. My neighbor’s house is only a block away.
I spent about an hour gathering loading, moving and unloading those rocks. And then I was beat. And my back hurt. And I was plenty dirty. And tired. There was a time when I could work all day and stay up all night.
That was a long time ago. . .when I was young.
When I was young, I did some foolish things. I said some foolish things. I made some foolish decisions.
But, then didn’t we all?
I sometimes see questions posted online asking,
If you could go back and change one thing about life what would you change?
My answer has always been the same: Not a thing.
I like my life. I have a wonderful wife, a job I enjoy, a budding writing career, a house that I like. I get to live in the exact spot in the world that I want to live.
Life is good.
But, my life is a culmination of the decisions, good and bad, that I’ve made throughout my life. If I were to go back and change those earlier mistakes, who’s to say that I’d be the person I am today.
We don’t get to trade bits and pieces of our life when we look back. The hard times make us strong.
Good judgement comes from experience
Experience comes from poor judgement
I have moved 37 rocks. Did you know that rocks are actually sized by how big of a one you can carry? There are one-man and two-man rocks. A one-man rock is a rock that a single person could lift. A two-man rock? Well, you get the idea.
My rocks are mostly one man rocks. I was able to get a couple of two man rocks as well. I need about 90 more rocks. My neighbor probably has that many or more. It will take me the better part of a month to get them all moved, one wheelbarrow load at a time. And at the end of each day I’ll be tired and feel old.
I’ll take it. It’s worth being old to have been young once.
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“Those who can, do. Those who can’t teach.”
– No Teacher Ever
I’ve been a teacher, a trainer, a coach. I’ve also been a $500/hour consultant, a published author, president of a startup.
I can do and I can teach. And teaching is way harder.
I was a trainer at Microsoft. I wrote courseware and I also taught. One course I wrote was the most popular Microsoft Exchange course ever written to that point. It was about how to decipher network logs.
When I got the Course Developer job, there were other candidates, of course. One of them assumed I’d gotten the job because I was friends with the hiring manager. Not true. Well, I was friends with the hiring manager, but that’s not why I got the job.
“All Rodney does is stand in front of the room and tell them what’s in the book!”
– My Disgruntled Coworker
My coworker kind of skipped the part where I literally wrote the book. But, writing the book made me really learn the subject. In fact, I worked with a subject matter expert. I went to him a lot. One day I asked him a question. He responded,
“I don’t know. That’s never come up before.”
It was at that point that I knew I had learned enough to write the course. And teaching the course forced me to learn it even better. I not only needed to know what I had prepared, but I had to be able to answer questions.
My brother is a LinkedIn coach. He helps people increase their reach on social media and LinkedIn specifically. I want to increase my reach on social media. My brother offered to share his advice with me for free. (My other brother is an accountant. We all try to help each other.) I started following my brother’s advice.
A typical post I put on LinkedIn would get a a couple dozen views. Last week, based on my brother’s advice I put up a post about how to write foul-mouthed characters when you aren’t someone who swears. The post did better than average. In fact, it did a lot better.
My friend Dave Wolverton was a New York Times bestselling author. And yet, he loved to teach. He started an entire writers group specifically to help new writers. He always seemed to get more enjoyment out of teaching.
And he was a good teacher. He helped train authors that became some of the most famous authors in the world. And he absolutely loved it. And he could teach because he could do.
When cannot teach what you don’t know. And when you teach, you learn things a second time. You learn it better than the first time.
No teacher ever stood up and just read what was in the book.
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It’s a classic science fiction trope: First contact. Star Trek based an entire series on it. And several movies.
So, what would happen? Aliens arrive. What happens after that?
If history is any guide, either we or they will likely start killing the other.
A friend and I were discussing what makes a person. And an additional question, who has a right to life? He asked if I thought aliens, sentient aliens, would have a right to life. Now, if it’s Vulcans who show up? Sure. They seem “people-like.” But, what if they are a type of creature we don’t understand?
Orson Scott Card’s story Ender’s Game discussed 1st Contact with a race of creatures called Formics. The Formics when first encountered were mindless killing ant like creatures. The humans eventually launch an attack on the Formics and end up wiping them out. Only at the end do the readers figure out that the Formic Queens were sentient and didn’t understand human individuality.
Would the Formic “drones” deserve the right to live? Did the Queens? How could we know?
Many aliens communicate telepathically. Would we even understand their attempts to communicate? Independence Day aliens were telepathic. Could we detect it?
For many years scientists didn’t understand how birds were able to find their way. Later it was discovered that birds have an internal compass. They literally fly by sensing the earths magnetic field. I can’t do that. YOU can’t do that. How can they do that?
Dogs can hear sounds we cannot hear and smell things we cannot. In fact, dogs have been trained to detect COVID. We cannot do that. Cats in hospice wards have been known to know who would be the next patient to die. Again, we don’t really understand how.
The great science fiction writer, Arthur C. Clarke said,
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
I remember an old movie called “The Final Countdown.” The premise is that a modern aircraft carrier gets transported back in time to Hawaii on December 6, 1941. At one point the F18 fighter jets engage with a couple Japanese Zeros. The Zeros have no idea what to make of the modern fighters.
Would we recognize alien technology? For example, suppose we met a race who could change to energy when threatened? Someone becomes a shaft of lightening when attacked? What would that look like?
And if they were sentient, do they deserve life? Would we kill one just to dissect him (her? It?)
My friend and I didn’t end up agreeing on what makes a person and who deserves right to life. One of us was adamant about Human are people and no one else. The other was more inclined to believe that sentience is what defined a person, and aliens or sentient AIs would qualify.
We also disagreed on how likely it was that we would make first contact. One of us thought it was extremely likely. The other thought just the opposite.
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A 3 and a 5 actually can give you any number between 1 and 8
How did they manage to empty and fill the jugs so quickly?
“There should be two jugs. . .A five-gallon and a three-gallon. Fill one of the jugs with exactly four gallons of water. . .If you’re still alive in five minutes, we’ll speak.”
– Simon Gruber Die Hard With A Vengeance
Remember that scene in Die Hard With A Vengeance where Bruce Willis and Samuel L. Jackson need to use two jugs to get exactly four gallons? I love riddles. And watching this one, I never could figure it out.
Here’s the dialogue. See if you can see where they “skip a step.”
Willis: Obviously we can’t fill the three gallon jug with four gallons of water, right?
Jackson: Obviously.
Willis: Alright. I know. Here we go. We fill the three gallon jug exactly to the top, right? Now, we pour that three gallons into the five-gallon jug. Giving us exactly three gallons in the five-gallon jug, right?
Jackson: Right. Then what?
Willis: Now, take the three-gallon jug, fill that a third of the way up. . .
Jackson: No, no, no. He said be precise. Exactly four gallons.
. . .
Willis: I got it! I got it! Exactly two gallons in here, right?
Jackson: Right.
Willis: Leaving exactly one gallon of empty space, right?
Jackson: Yeah.
Willis: A full five gallons here, right?
Jackson: Right.
Willis: If you pour one gallon out of the five gallons into there we have exactly. . .
Both: . . .four gallons in there!
Okay. Fair enough. They had two gallons in the three-gallon jug. Then, it was pretty simple to pour one gallon out of the five-gallon and they are left with four gallons in the five-gallon jug.
What the movie never explained was how they got those two gallons into the three-gallon jug. You have to admit that’s kind of an important step. And they didn’t show it because it’s hard to do. (I’ll explain how they got that two gallons in there below.)
But, here’s the thing. With a three-gallon and a five-gallon jug you can measure any amount from 1 gallon to 8 gallons.
One Gallon
1. Fill Three-Gallon jug (3G)
2. Pour 3G into Five-Gallon jug (5G)
3. Refill 3G
4. Pour two gallons from 3G into 5G.
5. 3G now has exactly one gallon
Total amount needed: six total gallons
Two Gallons
1. Fill 5G
2. Pour three gallons from 5G into 3G
3. 5G now has exactly two gallons
Total amount needed: five total gallons
Three Gallons
1. Fill 3G
(Okay, it was obvious, but y’all would have complained if I skipped Three Gallons!)
Four Gallons
This is the Die Hard scenario. And it’s the toughest on the list.
1. Fill 5G
2. Pour three gallons from 5G into 3G
3. Dump out 3G
4. Pour remaining two gallons from 5G into 3G
It was at this point that Bruce Willis says, “There’s exactly two gallons in here, right?” Sure, Bruce, but you kind of skipped four important steps.
5. Fill 5G
6. Pour one gallon from 5G into 3G
7. 5G now has exactly four gallons
Total amount needed: ten gallons
Five Gallons
1. Fill 5G
(Again, including it for completeness)
Six Gallons
1. Fill 3G
2. Pour 3G into 5G
3. Refill 3G
4. Both 3G and 5G both now have three gallons for a total of six gallons.
Total amount needed: six gallons
Seven Gallons
1. Fill 5G
2. Pour three gallons from 5G into 3G
3. Empty 3G
4. Pour remaining two gallons from 5G into 3G
5. Fill 5G
6. 3G now has 2 gallons and 5G has five gallons for a total of seven gallons.
Total amount needed: ten gallons
Eight Gallons
1. Fill 3G
2. Fill 5G
3. Yeah, 3+5 is still 8
Total amount needed: eight gallons
I enjoy riddles, but the first time I watched Die Hard With A Vengeance I spent the second half of the movie trying to figure out the riddle.
Note to directors, don’t give us riddles without giving us the solution! Especially when getting the riddle wrong means you die. I mean, what if that situation came up in real life and we were stuck wondering, “How did they get exactly two gallons in there?”
What movie riddles have made you think?
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I don’t swear. It’s not a judgement thing. It’s just a choice. I will use the word “crap” if I’m really annoyed, but that’s about as graphic as it gets. If you choose to swear? I’m cool with that. Your choice.
The problem is that I’m also a writer. Not all my characters are like me. (Because that would be a REALLY boring story.) What do you do when you don’t swear but your characters do?
Louis L’Amore, the famous Western writer solved it with inference. He used his narrator role to shield the reade, “Tex swore a blue streak at his mount. The mule, of course, continued to ignore him.”
There’s also the R2-D2 technique. The famous Star Wars droid is described as the most foul-mouthed character in cinema: every single one of his lines was bleeped out. In writing you use special characters. *&%$#!
The other option, and most obvious, is to simply have your character speak the language that you might find offensive. I call this the Mark Twain method. His brilliant work, Huckleberry Finn has often been banned for its use of the n-word. But, Twain was not a racist. Huckleberry Finn was an anti-slavery work.
The most important consideration, of course, is your reader. If you are writing middle grade novels, your language will be cleaner. Even if you are writing a novel for adults, many of the readers might object to harsh language.
It’s easy for me. I tend to write PG language. But, my *&%$# characters keep wanting to swear up a blue streak.
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Yep. I totally get it, kid.
The calendar says that Spring starts on March 20. Don’t believe it. Spring stated today. After 99 days, the Major League owners and players reached an agreement. Spring training is kicking off and the season got pushed back 8 days. Now it will start on April 7, instead of March 31. And most importantly it will be a full 162 game season.
I posted on social media about the lockout ending and one of my Facebook friends didn’t understand why I was excited.
Would you really miss those “lost” games?
I missed the lost 2 innings last year when they only played 7 inning games on days they had a double header.
I’m a bit of a baseball nut.
It’s not a shrine. Of course, it’s not NOT a shrine either
This is a custom display board I built myself. To showcase the mini-bats I got from the Louisville Slugger museum and factory and the three pennants that the Mariners have managed to win in their 36 years history.
12 down only 17 more to go (Still debating about the Yankees)
And these are a few of the hats I have collected from the 12 MLB stadiums I’ve been to. (There are 30 total, so I have 18 to go.)
I was dreading a long drawn out lockout. My guess was that Opening Day would be pushed back to July.
I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.
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