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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Poor Macbeth, If Only Murderers Today Would Feel Such Guilt



Yesterday, I was perusing a little Shakespeare, and yes I can hear you gnash your teeth, un-gnash them (you have to un-gnash in order to be able to to cry out you see) and cry out in an anguish so profound I can hear all the way through the airwaves into my living room, "Oh no, not Shakespeare again, what is wrong with you, can't you think about any modern writer.

To this I haughtily, or maybe snottily, or maybe some other word that rhymes with haughtily and means snooty, reply "Hah, I read more authors than you can imagine, some good, some bad, some beyond bad (for some reason I'm feeling the need for an abundance of adjectives). But sometimes I just need some of that old time literature, where writers could write, truly write beautiful lines and phrases and capture the essence of life's meaning. 

No doubt, you've slung your hands in front of your face as you mutter, "Whoa there, this is getting way too deep for any of us around here."

I bow my head in defeat and admit that you, dear reader, are right, this is too deep, we much prefer shallow superficial meaningless drivel. Hence, the lack of guilt in many of us (Is that you sighing in pleasure--or is it disgust-- at my smooth transition into today's topic. No matter, I am nothing if not persistent and ignore your groans.). As a lover of history, I understand the cyclical nature of humanity, and pray fervently on bended knee for this particular phase of constant showmanship to quickly fade into our past because I grow weary of it. 

Now before you get your panties in a wad, don't think I want a return to the dreaded and a wee bit hypocritical Victorian Age (Et tu Mrs. Brown, eh?), I want us to be free to love who we want and be what we want. All I ask is for us to remember the golden rule, surely you remember that one, treat others as you want to be treated. That's right, simple and clear. Which  means do not cut off some poor fellow's head unless you want to have your's taken in the same way, and don't shoot dozens of innocent people at a school or movie theater or shopping mall or anywhere for that matter unless you yourself want to end up that way. 

That's it, easy peasey, so let's all give it a go shall we. And by "all" I mean everybody across the globe. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing to happen. 

I know my simple request will go unheeded,but a girl can dream can't she? As compensation for my not getting my wish, I get to end this however I want and I want to end with a little Shakespeare. And lest you think I'm as bad as the rest, rest assured I strive to always follow the golden rule, so send me whatever your heart desires and I will read it. How's that for fair? 

MACBETH
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been my senses would have cooled
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in ’t. I have supped full with horrors.
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
MACBETH

SEYTON comes back in.

Wherefore was that cry?
What was that cry for?

SEYTON
The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

The full quote although dated

Only the end of the quote, but Patrick Stewart is the best Macbeth ever.





Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Desperate Times And All That


Okay Rita Bay, I pick up your thrown gauntlet and accept the NaNoWriMo 2014 Challenge. I've signed up and will write my book. I also write YA and MG (young adult and middle grade) and have two MG books in mind so I'm going to choose one and get that dreaded first draft written.

Why dreaded you may very well ask. Ah, well, trusty reader, to me at least the first draft is dreaded because every word fights me. Revision I like, editing gets tedious, but it's okay. No the part of writing I hate beyond all measure is the beginning when I sit in my chair and stare at the blank screen, each minute sending me deeper and deeper into a pit of despair along with the very real fear of never writing anything worth reading, a writer's worst nightmare, or at least mine along with showing up to a presentation naked, the very thought of which makes me want to curl into the fetal position, taking all my fat with me. Anyway, back to the rough draft.
First I feel like this:











And then after getting a few pages done, my emotion switches to this:

So, in an attempt to get a first draft written in a month,
I've decided to do the challenge because
what I really need to get that first draft written is this:

My next TWV post is on November 4 (Election Day for all of us in the US - be sure to vote) and no doubt I'll be full of good will and joy. It's the middle that's the rough part, so be thankful you'll be spared my angst and ire, which would surely be the theme of my post if it were later in the month. For other writers out there, I'd love to list you as one of my writing buddies, so send my a line via this post or one of my websites listed at the bottom.

My first YA novel, The End Of Normal (by S C Arscott) is at last out (as of yesterday) and available from any online book seller. It's only $3.98, so give it try. Check it out here.

A funny thing happened on my way to write the above column.The only image I could find for the 2014 NaNoWriMo 2014 is of a calendar with this emblazoned along the side: 50,000 words, 30 Days, You Can F*****g Do This. Now first off, I must be clear that this is not connected in any way to the annual writing challenge, it's a calendar from a completely separate company, it's also not free to use so I won't be showing it here. The problem I have is with the F* word. In my opinion the use of such words are a sad excuse for those not creative enough to write something original when trying to be witty in an edgy kind of way. It's a lot harder to come up with something different and many people don't even try, which is just plain pitiful. F**k is not original, it's tired and overused.

Oh, and right now my other site, Susan Arscott is getting a complete redesign, thanks Powered, but it will be available soon.