a comprehensive new book:.
"the good... the bad... the deceptive.... and worse!
an expose".
Barbara's writing is one the very best examples of good grammar and correct punctuation on JWN. In addition, her development of material is logical and coherent; thus, it's easy to follow what she has to say.
(I was a proofreader in a nearby cubicle . . .)
CC
http://gilmermirror.com/bookmark/23272594/article-extreme%20shunning#.ufwjurllscm.facebook.
extreme shunningthe gilmer mirror.
its time to outlaw extreme shunning in modern society by: richard e. kelly .
Thank you, Barb!
Truth is great and will prevail if left to herself; that she is the proper and sufficient
antagonist to error, and has nothing to fear from the conflict unless by human
interposition disarmed of her natural weapons, free argument and debate;
errors ceasing to be dangerous when it is permitted freely to contradict
them.
Thomas Jefferson
it is a bad time to be awake -.
i see things i do not wish to see.. i have feelings i do not wish to feel.. if i could return to sleep, the deception.
of sweet slumber would assure that even a. nightmare might offer an escape, escape from.
I went to bed in tears, afraid and shaking.
The shadow on the wall -- my own -- was
Bigger than me, looming large, menacing
and declaring in a booming yet muted
Whisper that I had better shake in my boots
(before removed and placed under my chair)
If I knew what was good for me and really
did fear fear itself and all He purposed to do.
I quivered and sweated the miserable night
away, under covers offering scant shelter from
Myself, my greatest and most formidable enemy.
it is a bad time to be awake -.
i see things i do not wish to see.. i have feelings i do not wish to feel.. if i could return to sleep, the deception.
of sweet slumber would assure that even a. nightmare might offer an escape, escape from.
rip . . .
it is a bad time to be awake -.
i see things i do not wish to see.. i have feelings i do not wish to feel.. if i could return to sleep, the deception.
of sweet slumber would assure that even a. nightmare might offer an escape, escape from.
So good hearing from you, Quandry!
The poem's great -- no, not so golden these years.
Best.
CoCo
it is a bad time to be awake -.
i see things i do not wish to see.. i have feelings i do not wish to feel.. if i could return to sleep, the deception.
of sweet slumber would assure that even a. nightmare might offer an escape, escape from.
I accepted a fleeting but restless sleep
that foisted itself upon me one lonely,
silent night not so long ago . . .
Opened up to me was a world of love
and light I had not known yet would welcome to cheer a broken soul.
As wakefulness nudged my reluctant
self, I struggled against my return
to the land of Awake and Woe.
Succeed I did and stayed betwixt a
night and a day of a twilight that
promised what life had denied.
detective walter m. friday -- able, determined, gritty -- lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved city by the bay.
feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness .
not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, detective friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love -- work -- no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.. .
Thank you, rip!
Stories speak to us on different levels, in different ways. I'm glad you've enjoyed the ride!
Best.
CoCo
detective walter m. friday -- able, determined, gritty -- lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved city by the bay.
feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness .
not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, detective friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love -- work -- no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.. .
Your points are well made and appreciated, Tal! As earlier mentioned, I edit for other authors and need, often, to heed my own advice. My comments above were merely an explanation of my reasons for writing in a particular style. Many of my older, Faulkneresque meanderings I have pared down to the manner and style of Hemmingway. All writing benefits from multiple rewrites. What you have seen and liked of my work over the years -- THANK YOU! -- has always been written in one take, all editing done within the 30-minute time frame. Occasionally, I would rework a piece and resubmit it. For the most part, though, writing such as Det. Friday (first written a few years ago) comes out of the head and heart spontaneously. Please, always comment on and critique my work! Do not apologize! Love, CoCo See -- I cannot fix the formatting! All scrunched together!
detective walter m. friday -- able, determined, gritty -- lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved city by the bay.
feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness .
not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, detective friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love -- work -- no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.. .
Greetings, dear Lois!
Thank you for your concern. I've just been dealing with the necessary facts of life, all the more so since I have recently discovered I am actually growing older in this system of things! I've become a realist in short order!
All the best to you and yours.
CoCo
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Yes, Jake!
Thanks.
CC
The typical, landlubbing pendulum clocks, of course, couldn't function properly on board a sea going vessel so John Harrison developed chronometers -- unfazed by the effects upon the ships of an ever unpredictable sea. This is how the problem of determining longitude was solved.
