I screwed up

Elizabet instead of Elizabeth. Exactly how the Natisiens pronounce her name.

So I posted the hardcover, and I realized too late that I had somehow missed the “h” in Elizabeth. So the title is “Elizabet: Heritage Journey: A series Collection.”

Amazon won’t let me change it in KDP or Author Central. The only way I can change it is to unpublish it and try again.

After thinking if it’s worth the trouble, I realize that it might not necessarily be a bad thing. The Natisiens cannot pronounce the TH sound and I intentionally left it out in some of the Natisien’s dialogue.

Maybe that’s why I forgot to put it in. Yeah…. That’s it. That’s why.

See it here:
https://bit.ly/HerJouTra

From: The Gathering

“Elizabeth!” Patricia slid into the room and closed the door behind her. “There’s a council emergency meeting.”
“What kind of emergency?” I asked. “The one where I can go home, get dressed, pick up a coffee or the ‘Drop everything now!’ variety.”
“Closer to the last one.” Patricia brushed her freshly dyed hair over her shoulder. The iridescent rainbow colors glittered as the strands fell back into place. “The ‘not-president’ is going to make an announcement.”
“Well then,” I said and grabbed my bag. “Another day it is.”

Is this the Beginning of the End for Writers?

I’ve had ChatGPT play CLOSAT.

If you never heard of CLOSAT (acronym for Character, Location, Object (of contention) Situation (triggering) Action, Theme), it’s a game that could help encourage writing, especially if you are struggling to come up with any new ideas.

You can check out my first post on the game here.

A few days ago, I wanted to see what ChatGPT would come up with, feeding it the results of a CLOSAT draw.

You can read the result here.

I have to say… Eh.

The story is interesting, but it’s so generic, making me think that as writers, we are safe from losing our jobs, but not for long. The downside is that it’s a little more difficult to tell that a bot wrote it. If someone would have handed it to me with no context, I would have thought it was a writing assignment for school or writing class.

But that’s the problem. If I were to give it more details or guide it more, ChatGPT could be a ghostwriter. Imagine how much time one could save, but how ethical would it be?

What do you think?

Note about the document: Feel free to do as you please with it, but I would like a link back to this post. Even if you don’t, I’m not coming after you for it, but I trust you’ll do the right thing.

 

That Took Long Enough

A snapshot of a laptop with the raw files of The Gathering and a YouTube video tiled on the screen

I finally finished the edits to “The Gathering.” My daughter is currently working on the cover, and I’m taking a couple of days off before rereading it to do another slew of minor edits before formatting it.

Remember when a week seemed like forever? We are already at the end of the first month of the year and I’ll only have “The Gathering” ready for publishing.

Fortunately, the followup stories are going to be less than 6,000 words. The goal will be to publish at least once a month.

 

What not to do in Writing, Part 3

It was a dark and stormy night... Finish it

This one has to do with a single rule (see part 1 and part 2: Don’t use cliche openings.

Inspired by the last two, I made this into one big cliche’d story (original).

I’m not editing this mess. TW – mixed tenses.


It was a dark and stormy night during the best of times and worst of times, once upon a time, in a land far away.

There lived a teenage princess who didn’t want to fit into social norms. So she threw out her dress, put on her leather outfit, and couldn’t decide on who to love between two men who pined for her daily. One was a jerk to her, and the other was a Nice guy who bought her roses, and candy and stared through her window from the bushes daily, wondering if she would ever choose him over the jerk.

Then the World was in trouble, An asteroid was headed for her kingdom. The king tried to prevent her from going out. In the ensuing struggle with the guards, she was cornered at a window with no escape. It looked like that she would be captured and brought to her room to die with everyone else.

Suddenly, a dragon appears at her window saying that she was the chosen one and whisks her away where she is trained by an elderly and wise wizard who tells her that when the asteroid hits, there will unleash an evil that no one has ever known.

Meanwhile, the king and the two men go out to save her from the dragon, not knowing that she went willingly. They constantly tried to one-up each other in mini contests.

In the mountains, the princess goes on a quest to find the unobtainium, which will stop the evil. She meets up with the two men and a fight between the two ensues, while the princess tries to stop it. The asteroid lands and kills both men.

Then,  the asteroid cracks open and out jumps an alien who wants to destroy the land. The princess immediately fell in love, and the Alien was taken by her. It turns out that the unobtainium was in her all along and love conquers all.


Copyright note: Just steal it and make it your own slap-stick comedy. Let me know when it’s published. I’d love to read it.

What not to do in Writing, Part 2

Facebook post of Elmore Leonard's 10 rules

After writing the last short story on Blogger, I thought I would give it another shot (see the original; I edited this one a little).

 


Prologue: The wise white wizard in his white flowing robes. The wind made them flutter around him as he turned towards the other white wizard.

“Wise friend.” He stroke his long beard thoughtfully. “I’ve been watching the stars align, and it’s time to find the chosen one.”

The other wizard stroked his identically long beard and fluffed his identical robes. “I believe you’re right. One of us will have to wait until someone finds the OBJECT OF IMMORTAL CHOOSABILITY.”

“So, who gets to go down to tell the chosen one?”

“Does it matter? We look alike.”

###

A massive storm loomed over the horizon, and Joe made the decision to go home before the storm hits. It was fun running slow motion on the beach, winking at the gawking hot babes sitting on the sand. He knew that it would be a wet ride on his Harley if the storm hit.

As he turned towards the boardwalk, his long blond hair whipped around his face, blinding him for a moment. He didn’t see the object that jutted out of the sand, and he tripped over it, bringing his massive muscular body down with a muffled thump.

Taking a quick look around him to make sure that no one saw, he began to do pushups as if that was his intent. Realizing that the coast was clear, he stood up and saw an object on the ground. It was so strange that it was indescribable.

A flash of lightning crossed the sky followed by a crash and boom, and there in front of him stood this old man with a long flowing beard and a long flowing robe.

“You found the OBJECT OF IMMORTAL CHOOSABILITY!” The wizard boomed loudly. It was so loud that Joe had a hard time hearing him. Something about being the chosen one and to save the world. Then something about the object will guide him.

The wizard disappeared, and the OBJECT OF IMMORTAL CHOOSABILITY began to shake, and Joe felt it tug at his hand. The rain came down, causing his shirt to stick to his burgeoning muscles.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose, and a ton of demons came out of the ground, all maniacally laughing. They were so grotesque, they couldn’t be described.

“So u air the choosin one, eh?” One demon hissed evilly.

“He ain’t no choosin one, he’s too ‘andsome, he is.” Another retorted.

“Enough!” A third one growled boomingly. His voice echoed across the land. “We are to kill him! Stop being so petulant!”

At that moment, the object shivered, and Joe held it out. It sparkled and morphed into a long sword. Smirking, he realized that all of the years studying the blade was going to come in handy. He slashed at the first demon, and it caught him under his arm, the Demon screamed and slashed back, but Joe cut his hand off.

Another demon hit him in the back, tearing at his shirt. Joe windmilled his sword, and it cut the offending demon in two along with two other of his fellow evil entities who just happened to be in the way. Joe turned to the remaining 50… no 100 demons all glaring angrily at him.

Snarling, Joe grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled. The tears that were created by the demon gave way easily and the shirt ripped off easily, exposing his quivering muscles. The rain caused them to glisten, and his surging adrenaline caused his veins to pulse.

Joe put his other hand on the hilt of the sword, and it flashed. Suddenly, there were two swords, and he brought them down to his sides. Lowering his head, he kept his eyes on his adversaries.

He walked towards them at first, then he sprinted. He leaped into the air, screaming on top of his lungs.

“Yeeeeeeaaahh!” he screeched mightily as he slashed through four demons. They came from left and right, and he slashed each one like a knife through butter.

There were too many of them, Joe thought. I have one last option.

He took his swords, held them out, and began spinning. What’s left of the demons was annihilated. Pieces of them floated to the ground and disappeared.

When Joe was finished, he looked towards the sky. The rain had stopped, and the sky cleared. He heard a chuckle and looked down.

A few people stopped to watch. Some had their phones out, and some looked on, horrified.

Joe cleared his throat. I killed it; he thought as he tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. They admire me for my swordsmanship skills.

He scratched the stubble on his neck, picked up his fedora, put it on, and tipped it before walking away.

What not to do in Writing

Elmore Leonard 10 Rules for Writing

But I broke all the rules… And it turned out as you would expect.


Someone tweeted Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules for Writing on Twitter:

A while back on Facebook, someone else has also posted these rules, and I decided to (tongue in cheek) write a short story that broke them all.


Prologue: Sandy started dating Chad, the jock.

It was a dark and stormy night in the best of times and worse of times. Sandy, a tall, lanky figure with really dark hair and everyone complained she was too pale and thin, walked into her flat,ranch-style brick house that she hated so much. The grey clouds match the fake plaster brick house.

When she stepped inside the aging, glass front entrance, her brother, a short chubby, round, character who was adopted from another country, greeted, “Allo, sissy -we air all outta of biscuits, eh?”

She was about to respond when suddenly, all hell broke loose and their ceiling caved in.

“Like, omg!” Sandy exclaimed loudly. “It’s like that creepy stalker that keeps following around! Jim! I can’t believe it!”

“I only admired you from afar, m’lady,” Jim moaned loudly as he slowly stood up and glared at her brother.

“Oh, I change my mind, then,” Sandy said. “I’m so in love with you, I’ll dump chad and let’s elope where it’s legal where a minor can marry someone twice her age!”

Epilogue: In two years, Sandy and Jim divorced.


I originally posted here: Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules for Good Writing – Part 1 

 

 

How about a free kindle book or two?

Elizabeth Series Ebooks

Sixty-Two-year-old Elizabeth Weinstein, like everyone else, is trying to make it in a post-government collapse society. Things are starting to look up for everyone, including her – until a DNA test showed her true heritage.

Now, as she tries to resolve her past with her newfound future, she finds herself dealing with Nevil, a narcissistic anime villain wannabe who wants her dead. Will she be able to prove her loyalty to her newfound family while trying to avoid being killed?

Monday, (09-19) the Kindle version of “Elizabeth: Heritage Journey” will be free on Amazon for five days.

Then Monday, (9-26) the Kindle version of “Elizabeth: Transformation” will be free for five days.