tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16994270304954777962024-03-05T01:44:55.421-06:00Different SeasonsOnce in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-8696728086707719252016-05-13T21:17:00.000-05:002016-05-13T21:17:18.785-05:00A Late Mother's Day Poem<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Last Memory</strong></span><br />
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She smiled,
I think</div>
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The last day
I saw her</div>
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Her babbling
voice </div>
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Her witty
retorts</div>
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Her laughter
at her grandsons</div>
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They were
gone</div>
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No more to
be heard</div>
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And no one
knew how to comb her hair</div>
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Or that she
would be aghast to be seen</div>
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Without
lipstick, blush, or shadow.</div>
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And no one
knew red was her favorite color</div>
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Dressing her
in dull pastels</div>
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She would
have scorned.</div>
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And no one
thought she knew anyone </div>
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Anymore</div>
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But I think
she smiled</div>
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The last
time I saw her</div>
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The last
time she saw me</div>
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I think she
smiled. </div>
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-16219657857377210082016-04-22T16:07:00.000-05:002016-04-22T16:07:31.234-05:00Interviewing Gerry from "Rain"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With Rain scheduled to come out on the 15th of May, I thought getting Gerry to sit down and talk with me might be a good idea. He agreed to answer a few questions. Here's a partial transcript. l apologize for a few of the words. Gerry can come up one now and then if pushed. I didn't edit them out. <br />
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Partial Interview Transcript- Gerry StClare</h2>
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<u>How would your best friend describe you?<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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I have to laugh. Tom has described me to others in several
ways. I won’t say I agree with him on all of them, but he’s described me as
“tall, too good-looking for his own good”, “Hard-headed”, and “a secret
mensch”. Generally all three in a sort of light-heartedly disgusted way. </div>
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<u>How would your enemy (or least favorite person) describe
you?<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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I never thought I had enemies until recently, but, yeah, I
know how they describe me. Privileged. Arrogant. There were a few more words. I
won’t say them in polite company. </div>
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<u>Do you agree with either (or both) of those
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I’m not sure I agree with Tom or not. I do tend to get on a
track and stay on it, until someone or something really knocks me off of it. So
I’ll go with the “hard-headed”, though I’d prefer “persistent”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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The first description? I know I’m tall. That’s kind of hard
to ignore. The other half? Try growing up male with nothing but sisters. They
never thought or told me I was anything but average. They quickly squashed
anything else. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The “secret mensch”? I’m not Jewish, Tom is, but I
understand the word. That is not something many know, I don’t go around sharing
it, but, yeah, I probably am. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Were the others right? Some would say yes to the first. I
did grow up in what some would call a rarified bubble. My grandfather owned his
own construction company and helped to establish the local country club. My
godmother is highly regarded in “society” circles. So, although my immediate
family could be considered “middle class”, I grew up with certain
expectations–learning to dance and attending cotillions at the country club,
going to college, and all that sort of thing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Do I agree with them? I’m sure they saw it that way–the
“privileged” part anyway. To me it was just home and family. The “arrogant”
part? There were things I had to do I didn’t enjoy doing. but they had to be
done. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>You’re working with a group of people on some kind pf
object.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What role do you play?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Leader, strategist, laborer, etc.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you like your role?<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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I would say leader. Actually that’s what I do for a living.
I’m a supervising architect at my firm. I do have an original job from time to
time, but I supervise construction most of the time right now. I grew up
following my grandfather around when he was running his construction company,
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Do I like it? Yes. There's something very satisfying about getting a group of people to work hard and produce something you know is going to be around for years. Centuries, if it's the right project, and the job is done right. I like it a lot. Pretty sure it will become even more satisfying when I can do more of my own stuff. </div>
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<u>What kind of baggage do you carry around?<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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Excuse me? Baggage? It depends on how far I’m traveling for
and how long I’m going to be gone. My briefcase almost always. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>No, Gerry, not that kind of baggage. The other kind--memories--regrets--that sort of thing</u>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh, that’s what you’re talking about. Kind of an invasive
question. You’ll forgive me if my answer is short.</div>
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Yes, I have memories and regrets. Who doesn’t? <o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>Okay, a silly question then, as people seem to enjoy
them. Boxers or briefs?<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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You have got to be kidding me! No? <em>Damn</em>. Okay, okay. I’ll be
brief. Son-of-a. . . I can’t believe I just said that. </div>
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I’ll answer the question. Boxers. Just don’t ask me why.</div>
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<u>Why?</u></div>
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<em>Enough!</em> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Please note that is not a photograph of Gerry up there. I declined to take one. He is not shy, but I wanted you to form an opinion from his answers, not his face.</em></span> SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-9721458310151051012016-04-19T15:00:00.000-05:002016-04-19T20:51:20.600-05:00It's National Poetry Month! So. . . P is for poetry<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><em><u>Note</u>: </em>No, I'm not participating in the A-Z blog challenge. Far too much on my plate with <em>Rain</em> scheduled to come out next month. There are upcoming posts about it, but, in the meanwhile, I realized I hadn't posted any "bad" poetry lately.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Snatches
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-37403269403163860242016-03-23T10:41:00.000-05:002016-03-23T10:41:36.465-05:00Publication Date Set: "Rain" is coming out!Late Sunday night I looked at my to-do list for Rain, looked at the calendar, and made the following post to my author Facebook Page: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/SEHudnall">S.E. Hudnall</a>. <br />
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<em>We’ve set the date, the cast of “Rain” and I.</em><br />
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<em> Gerry was a little disappointed when I had to tell him Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to work. Impatient man. I have to give him kudos though; he’s been bugging me since the story began. Cheryl beamed. Spring, rather than late winter February, pleased her to no end. I kind of knew she’d bring him around. Valarie squealed with excitement. Tom sighed, shook his head, and mumbled something like “at last”, while his wife, Linda, gave him one of her Mona Lisa smiles. What Marilyn said I can’t repeat, but she laughed as she said it. I won’t go into the other characters’ responses, though I could easily enough.</em><br />
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<em>“Rain” will be out on May 15th.</em><br />
<em></em><br />
Surely that has to be one of the scariest postings I've ever done. It's real. It's coming out. No turning back. No more postponing. Baring a totally unexpected problem or the whim of a cruel universe, the story I have been writing and working on since 1994 will be in the hands of readers. I hope they like it. I hope you like it. <br />
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There's still a lot of work to be done. I'm not kidding myself about that and there are a lot of <br />"feels" to be dealt with. <br />
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<br />SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-71191522454116370852016-02-15T14:21:00.002-06:002016-02-15T14:27:16.585-06:00Optimist<br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I’ve been busy working on those adjuncts that
go with getting <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rain</i> out into the
world: covers, blurbs, loglines, teeny-tiny things on my author Facebook page
(<a href="http://www.facebook.com/SEHudnall">S.E. Hudnall</a>), and waiting, perhaps not as patiently as I would like or
should, for feedback from beta readers, so I can put on the final polish and
proof. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Snow</i> is being submitted,
chapter by chapter, to my critique group. And, for no reason I can fathom, my
sci-fi love story seems to be peculating as well. It’s a long list and a story
too long for blogging. I must write faster. I want four of them out before the
end of next year. I think I can do that. I believe I can. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">But . . . perhaps I have an inflated sense of
my own capabilities, or maybe I’m just a cock-eyed optimist. Like this one I
found in my backyard Sunday morning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Optimist</span></b></div>
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A piece of
trash . . . surely</div>
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Blown in by
some capricious wind</div>
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A remnant of
someone’s overload refuse bin</div>
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Now caught
in the skeletal branches </div>
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Of leftover
summer flowers </div>
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But . . .
no.</div>
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One single
white iris</div>
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Blooming low
to the ground<o:p></o:p></div>
Shy, but hopeful.<o:p></o:p><br />
Whispering .
. . <o:p></o:p><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m here. Is winter gone yet? </i><o:p></o:p><br />
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-39466710303560463852016-01-17T16:37:00.001-06:002016-01-17T16:38:34.759-06:00The Word for 2016<br />
I probably should have written this on January 1<sup>st</sup>
, or maybe the 7<sup>th</sup>. The more traditional time for New Year’s resolutions
or goal setting. It simply wasn’t in me this year. Oh, I had one. I still have
one. <o:p></o:p><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Rain </span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">will be
published this year<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">.</i></span></b><span style="font-size: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">That’s it. The one
and only goal–a goal perhaps twenty-two years in the making. I have to laugh at
myself. So far I have managed to outdo any attempts by writing friends to moan
about how long they’ve been working on a particular piece. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Five years? Ten years? That’s nothing. Try
over twenty.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">A strange
satisfaction, to be sure. A satisfaction not unlike a parent who has a child
still at home. Grade school and high school are finished. The rebellious stages
of adolescence done and learned from. A parent knows their child isn’t perfect,
but they’ve done their best. And they will always love them. Perhaps out there
in the big, open world someone else will love them, too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I’ll sniffle later
and privately. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Any other goals for
this year? What’s on my writing list? I used to post lists. Some projects
remain there, some changed, and still others appeared out of the blue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I’m not publishing
them–not any more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Someone in one of my
writing groups posted something which appealed to me more than any list of
writing resolutions for the coming year–taking just one word and applying it to
the coming year. I loved it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Simple.
Flexible. Capable of being applied to every level, not just writing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">This is my word for
2016<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I may not be glowing
at the end of the year, or blinding others with my brilliance, but that’s O.K.
I only want to shine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What would be your
word? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-28492257837038349132015-12-22T18:30:00.000-06:002015-12-22T18:38:43.691-06:00Untitled On Purpose: Hope and Bad Poetry<br />
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Gone for the
holidays<o:p></o:p></div>
Wafted away
by snatches of carols<br />
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And starry,
starry nights.</div>
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Lost in
foil-lined wrapping paper</div>
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And
gingerbread dreams.</div>
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Not I.</div>
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The carols I hear</div>
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The wrapping
paper lies unwinding on the table</div>
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And the
gingerbread dreams are still just dreams.</div>
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I roam in
the world I created.</div>
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Looking into
windows</div>
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Listening at
doors</div>
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A voyeur in
my own imagination</div>
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Watching the
rain fall.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em> December 2015</em></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Normally I
would be posting a Christmas haiku or tanka. I may yet, the day is still young
or fairly so. This is what I have written though, so I am posting it. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Please note
the final line. It’s been a very long time, and there are still obstacles to
overcome, but I am starting to have some hope that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rain</i> will be published in 2016. More than that I am afraid to say.
Saying it aloud or definitely may jinx the whole thing. But maybe. . . just
maybe. . . </div>
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Hope is curious
thing, isn’t it? <o:p></o:p></div>
SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-60282214152703414892015-12-10T08:28:00.000-06:002015-12-10T08:28:09.161-06:00AnticipationSomething rare and wonderful is happening. I can't explain it fully. A dream . . . a hope appears to be coming true. <br />
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Wind howling
past me<o:p></o:p></div>
Approaching
the precipice <o:p></o:p><br />
Hoping I
will fly.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Will my
wings be strong enough?<o:p></o:p></div>
No way of
knowing . . . just leap. <o:p></o:p><br />
SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-58161449348588050802015-10-12T09:00:00.000-05:002015-10-12T16:21:00.607-05:00Traveler--- Beginning Autumn Poetry <span lang=""><br />
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Traveler</h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I have traveled too far north<br />
And must double back<br />
Before the day ends and the sun sets.<br />
Wondering how I got this far<br />
And along this route<br />
Without seeing where I was going<br />
Or how far I had traveled. <br />
Time to return. Must hurry.<br />
The sun hangs low above the horizon.<br />
I must be back before the deep violet twilight<br />
And the emerging stars begin to wonder<br />
Why I am not there<br />
For them to welcome me home.<br />
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Yes, it's time for <a href="http://sehudnall.blogspot.com/2013/06/bad-poetry-of-course-it-is.html">bad poetry</a> again. It's been a while. </span>SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-19320612228974481682015-09-05T16:09:00.000-05:002015-09-05T16:09:30.408-05:00Blogging the Promotional PostsEarlier this month, I made the big announcement I was making my publication debut in the anthology Anything Goes, Volume 2. Of course I'm super excited! The book has gone live on <a href="http://buff.ly/1fXoiqc">Amazon</a>. <br />
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So every Saturday I will be posting something from it: a teaser, a banner, a short video. Nor just my own stories, but from others as well. We also have a launch party coming up, but more on that later when I get the details. <br />
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Today: <br />
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<em>When reluctant partners are thrown together, it’s not just about four legs good, two legs better. It’s about who is actually smarter…</em><br />
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Michael has created a very unique dystopian world , and an intriguing (yet charming) detective pair. It reminds me in many ways of old 'gumshoe' novels, like Mike Hammer with a strange, future twist. You'll have to read it to understand where I'm coming from. <br />
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<br />SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-69225799171083150962015-09-03T10:29:00.000-05:002015-09-03T13:59:45.674-05:00What he could not tell her-- A Writing Prompt Completed<br />
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Gerry never tell Cheryl?</span></b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">There's actually very little
Gerry could never tell Cheryl by the end of <i>Rain</i>. There may be things he
simply has forgotten, but to say he could never tell her would be difficult. At
least, not anything from the past. She knows his inner demons, his past
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her of the terror he experienced when he came home when she was pregnant and
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tell her about coming home from the hospital that night and calling his father,
not to simply inform him or his mother of the medical emergency, but because he
needed to share his terror with another man. Tom would not have been enough.
And he felt Cheryl didn't need to see or share his fear. Not that she could
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or will share his fear of losing her both during the birth and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the estrangement which followed. His
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Aaron could never tell Desiree. He is, after all, both an attorney and a judge.
"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth" is something
he believes in. Yet, he also knows, as an attorney, you instruct your client to
answer only the question put to them, as simply as you can. He has a deep
respect, if that is the word, for the truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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he refrain from telling her? Best I keep to the past with him. Their complete
story is still very much in process. And Aaron is a particularly hard nut to
crack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tell her about meeting someone from the estranged branch of his family--the
Cavalleros, his Italian mother's family. Not his Great-Aunt Bianca, who had, until
she died a few years back, maintained a sporadic link with his grandmother, but
a cousin who appeared as a witness in his courtroom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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It sounds like an improbable statement for a writer who calls herself someone who writes love stories. A romance writer who doesn't like romance? <em>She must be deranged or something? It isn't right! </em>One has to believe in love to write love stories, yes? <br />
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Like Len Barry’s song, <a href="https://youtu.be/Bi1bsFl_t4U">falling in love is easy</a>. Not difficult at all. A spark. A glance one second longer than needed. The sound of laughter. A smile or grin that melts your heart. One single moment, perhaps dismissed at the time but long remembered after as the moment you fell in love. </span><br />
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existence–.washing the car together on a sunny day, hearing the door open and a
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I am pleased to announce the upcoming publication of the <em>Anything Goes, Volume II</em> anthology on September 1, 2015. </div>
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A group of writers from all over the world gathered together last November, under the auspices of <a href="http://writersanarchy.com/">Writers Anarchy</a>, to write, critique, and produce a collection of short stories. <em>Anything Goes</em> means exactly what it says when it comes to genre: historical, humor, fantasy, romance, science-fiction, literary. and some that cross genre lines. </div>
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I am both proud and honored to have two stories here. And the privilege of working with such folks has left me humbled. </div>
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Rather than ramble on and on, I will leave you with a taste of what you can find within the pages. Oh, there is more You can find the complete list at <a href="http://www.literarysweet.com/archives/3618">Literary Sweet.</a> </div>
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<strong>Tempest - by Rae Z. Ryans</strong><br />
In 1046, William de Hauteville died, but death is only his beginning. As he stumbles through the netherworld, a new face rises from the sands and unleashes his reverent bones.<br />
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<strong>The Familiar - by S. E. Hudnall</strong><br />
They say a wizard must choose - love or magic. They also say the greatest creature of legend no longer exists. Both sayings are of long antiquity- both are wrong.<br />
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<strong>Disaffection - by Joseph Y. Roberts</strong><br />
What kind of man is born of a childhood with a father whose love is indistinguishable from hate?<br />
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<strong>The Bond - by Jeanne Felfe</strong><br />
Maggie and the people on the Gulf in Port Aransas are tough, but when a hurricane takes direct aim, can her family’s bond survive?<br />
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<strong>Sea of Ingenuity</strong> <strong>- by Damien Lutz</strong><br />
When a lunar eclipse occurs on second earth, humanity realizes their greatest achievement comes at a price.<br />
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<strong>The Unrendering - by Paul Draper</strong><br />
A tour bus carries a university party to a food processing plant in the mountains high above Geneva. The personal networked interface seems a bit patchy for one student.<br />
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<strong>Home for the Holidays - by Kerry E.B. Black</strong><br />
Twin sisters risk a winter storm to celebrate the holidays at home, but a brush with the supernatural may alter their plans.<br />
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<strong>Wave Dancer - by Michali Lerner</strong><br />
Some people hear the call of the sea. Will one lonely young girl listen?<br />
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<strong>When It Rains - by Danise Janica C. Bautista</strong><br />
"The rain will remind me of you..." -Lawrence. Can a voiceless love end up with a happy ending? Or will the silence cut it off the forever?<br />
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<strong>Teacups and Tansy by R.L. Andrew </strong>Murder and mayhem ensues when Sabrine takes her first \detective case. What she doesn't expect is the geriatric Jerry Springer Show.<br />
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<strong>In Shadows - by M.N.Morrow</strong><br />
Colette is tormented by a shadow and her mother's lifestyle, she seeks help from a stranger who regrets her choices.<br />
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<strong>The Harbor - by Elizabeth Ann Patterson</strong><br />
When love isn't enough, how do you find the words?<br />
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<strong>Sniffing for Clues - by Michael Steffens</strong><br />
When reluctant partners are thrown together; it's not just about four legs good, two legs better. It's about who is actually smarter...<br />
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-49425816620500615342015-05-17T16:15:00.001-05:002015-05-17T16:15:34.781-05:00Today I will . . . our paths cross. Congratulations, Peter. <br />
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Does anyone remember the post “<a href="http://sehudnall.blogspot.com/2013/04/other-dreamers-life-changes.html"><span style="color: blue;">Other
Dreamers–Life Changes</span></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did way back
in April 2013? I never mentioned the video blogger by name. Today I will.
Because ou see this year our paths crossed. I will publish my first story this
year and today. . . today he graduated from medical school. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Meet Peter
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University of Vermont College of Medicine<br />
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I guess I could just respond to his tweet. I know he
will at some point today. Maybe when he comes down from his high. I know he’ll
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But one hundred and forty characters are simply not enough
when words want to spill out and over the restricted space. Peter Wingfield has
been one of my favorite actors for a long time, even if I've only been an
"official" fan for less than five years. With rare exception I always
liked what he acted in and, even in that rare exception, enjoyed his
performances. In 2011, he upped<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my
respect for him by re-entering medical school at the age of 48. Yes, a brave
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I’m an experienced RN and have primarily worked in true
teaching hospitals, the ones where you can watch confused, nervous med students
and residents turn into confident practitioners. It’s a marvelous thing to
watch. It’s also stressful, heart-breaking, and maddening. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, I wrote this in his freshman/sophomore year of med
school. I knew he was going to do it, you see. Never a doubt in my mind. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Residency is coming, I know, July 1st – a red letter day in
almost all teaching hospitals with flocks of new long white coats invading the
hallways. Oh, the memories the date evokes. Eager, enthusiastic, stoic,
bewildered, anxious. The facial expressions run the gamit. "Excuse me, how
do I page this person?" "How do I get to radiology from here?"
In some ways, it reminds me of a gaggle of puppies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I almost wish I could be the nurse on his first rotation who
goes up to him and says, “Doctor, I’m concerned about. . .”, just to see if he
will look quickly over his shoulder to see who I am talking to, then realize
he’s the doctor I’m talking to! I’ve seen that double-take. . . so many times
and it never failed to make me smile. Will he react that way? I actually don’t
believe he will but I think he’ll feel the moment. I wonder, Peter, if you will
share some of that inner dialogue with us? Perhaps not, it’s time to fly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Peter would like to continue meeting up with fans but I think we will see even
less of him, if at all. Medical school is not a walk in the park but residency
is grueling almost to the point of brutal. Peter isn’t going into general
surgery or any of its sub-specialties where I have most of my experience but .
. . no. Other things must come first: his training, his family, his health. The
prediction makes me a little sad, I must be honest, but when I think of this
warm, compassionate man out in the world as a physician I can only give an
enthusiastic arm-pump and say, “YES!”</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And my most sincere congratulations to the entire 2015 graduating class of the University of Vermont College of Medicine.</span></div>
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-77358028248228730012015-04-02T19:39:00.003-05:002015-04-02T19:39:38.702-05:00B is for "Bad Poetry"Yes, I'm going to try to participate in April's A-Z challenge. And I know I'm already behind. I didn't get to A yesterday. I'm afraid other matters took over, which will become clearer tomorrow with "C". <br />
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It will be a fairly long post and a difficult one to write so tonight I'm doing a "Flashback Thursday" post for some who have just started reading here and, perhaps, may not have gone back to all the other postings I've done. <br />
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I write (and post, unfortunately) poetry every so often. I explained what I thought about my poetry in this posting and why I label it "bad poetry. Because, you know, sooner or later, I'm bound to do it again. <br />
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-38936734386716243832015-02-20T19:46:00.000-06:002015-02-20T19:46:37.921-06:00Breaking Silence or She's back! (And There's a Story Coming!)
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So what do you think of the new look? I’m not completely
happy with it but I’m no web page designer or, at least, I’m not one with
Blogger. Back in the day when I had a personal web page and used FrontPage I
wasn’t shabby but that’s another story. This one will do for a while but do
give me feedback. When I do change the design again it will just appear out of
the blue. No warning. No two months of shillyshallying. No long hiatus. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There has been another metamorphosis going on. It comes with
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I HAVE A SHORT STORY COMING OUT!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, I’m excited. Just in case you didn’t notice all the
caps. It’s coming out in the late spring. Now, which month of spring I’m not
sure of yet but I will talking more details as the time grows closer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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How is that a metamorphosis? I will be published, that’s one
change and the other is the genre. It’s fantasy. Perhaps the change shouldn’t
surprise me but it does. And I have more in the works I will talk about in the
coming months. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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My other love stories or romances? Coalescing into a quintet
I’ve decided, tentatively, to call “Love Seasons”. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rain</i> is on the editing table. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Snow</i>
decided to mature a little slower. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Summer
Heat . . . Spring Storm</i>. <a href="http://sehudnall.blogspot.com/2013/07/do-your-characters-ever-invade-your.html">You know these guys</a>; they refuse to let me quit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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probably twice. So pull up a chair, have a cuppa, and let’s have a natter. What
will it be? Coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or perhaps something stronger? <o:p></o:p></div>
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-40740869600935753602014-11-24T20:48:00.004-06:002014-11-24T20:48:54.604-06:00Metamorphosis or Change is good, yes? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bass notes reverberating<o:p></o:p></div>
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Downing emptiness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-31695176419064944532014-09-13T19:33:00.001-05:002014-09-13T19:34:42.659-05:00Small Updates: Writing Groups, Critique Groups, and WriteClub 2014<br />
I don't know where in this blog right now but somewhere, at least once, I talked about looking for a critique group, maybe joining a writing group, and submitting to WriteClub 2014. So this is a simple update on all three things.<br />
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I'm still looking for a writers group that meets locally. <br />
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Yes, I've been distracted by a variety of things, not the least of which is the editing of <em>Rain</em> for e-publication later this year. I know now why Stephen King said "Write your draft with the door open and edit with the door closed." Because writing a draft, while it isn't easy, has those moments of excitement where the creative juices gush out, dialogue sparkles, and you're so happy you're laughing. Keep the door open! You don't mind anyone seeing you like that. But editing becomes something else again. <br />
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<li><em>You've used that word how many times??</em></li>
<li><em>Now where in the h-e-l-l are you going to break that chapter into two smaller ones?</em></li>
<li><em>It's a nice word. A good word. But it doesn't fit!!!</em></li>
<li><em>No, that's not what I meant to put down! </em></li>
<li><em>That scene might make a lot more sense if it came before this one wouldn't it?</em></li>
<li><em>You've used that word again!</em></li>
<li><em>That sounds mighty condensed and fast. Can you slow things down a bit?</em></li>
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Your cuticles bleed all over the keyboard from chewing them. Your eyes water from the glare of the screen. You mumble language you would never use in public (or a blog). You're pulling at your hair and it isn't pretty. No one needs to see you like this . . . no one. Yes, best to have the door closed so no one can. <br />
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Steve was right. <br />
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I still want to find a critique group. Yes, to me, a critique group is very different from just a writers' group. <br />
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I did apply to a forming online critique group some time ago. Pure chutzpah. They weren't asking people to join; the fact it was forming was put out there and I said something along the lines of "How can one join? What do you need?" <br />
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Quite a process actually. A questionnaire and a submitted writing sample. No fair simply referring them to my blog, I suppose. The whole thing felt very much like applying for a job you believe you would be very good at, could learn from, and contribute to. I wasn't offered the position, even though I was told I was first on the waiting list. It was a long shot anyway. <br />
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I've been invited a couple of times (maybe more) to a local group but I know myself. Submitting written work and getting written feedback is fine. Reading my work aloud to a group of people I don't know freezes me. Totally. Even the thought. They're warm, friendly, wonderful folks. I enjoy being around them; I've been around them. It's just not for me. The online group would have worked. <br />
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And, no, none of my submissions made it into the ring at WriteClub 2014. I really didn't expect any of them to make it. Well, all right, maybe just a little but not very much. I need to go there after posting this update and catch up again. Will I do it again next year if there is a WriteClub 2015? I might. I don't know at this point. <br />
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SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-35057199572569758372014-08-17T21:43:00.000-05:002014-08-17T21:43:36.111-05:00Just How Tall does a Hero Have to Be?It must be silly question time. I've been doing a lot of reading this past week in what will end up being my genre--romance. And I look over at the bookshelf sitting next to me on the left and see two book series (best sellers all of them). Out of the twelve books there it dawns on me. <br />
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Let me repeat that without the caps. Every single male protagonist is well over six feet tall. A fact which started me thinking. Lois McMaster Bujold managed an engaging male protagonist under five feet tall but Miles Vorkosigan is the only one who breaks the rule.<br />
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I don't know if research and statistics will back me up. This is strictly anecdotal and one shelf of the bookcase. <br />
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<li>Jondalar from the Earth's Children Series by Jean M. Auel Six foot six inches</li>
<li>Jamie Frasier from the Outlander Series by Diana Gabaldon Six foot four inches* </li>
<li>Matthew Claremont from the AllSouls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness Six foot three inches</li>
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I just finished reading my fifth book of the week and, yes, out of five male protagonists, not a single one of them was under six foot three. I'm not going to name titles/authors with those five. It was research, not fun, and I don't want it known I read them. Yes, they were that bad. <br />
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Not a large enough number for statistical purposes but enough to get me to asking the question. Is this becoming a rule? <br />
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That's correct. This isn't my "bad poetry". I was in New England this spring, having a grand old time and, yes, writing in my little spiral notebook. I knew I was going to be bringing back "bad poetry".<br />
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But this one, while written there, isn't really mine. It was my notebook. I held the pen. But it's really Desiree's. It's her poem. Who is Desiree? My female protagonist in <em>Snow. </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Honor for Sale</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They're selling honor and glory on the street corner,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hawking them like precious wares.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And the price---the rock bottom price</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Is the blood of your fathers, sons, and brothers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A few hundred body bagsT</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Caskets to be unloaded on a western dock</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A sister's tears--- a father's aching emptiness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A mother's son-less arms</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A future caught in crossfire on a rice field</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The skein of brightness, love, and laughter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cut by a sniper's bullet---no Fates involved.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They're selling honor and glory on the street corner</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Special offer today</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Death half off or two for one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your choice of bargains.</span><br />
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They say there's a little bit of yourself in every character you create. I'll say "Amen" to that. I can't deny it. But it's never more than just a piece or two. Desiree, quite obviously, is the poet of the bunch. And also writes 'bad poetry'. </div>
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I'm scared. . .almost to the point of pure terror. How's that for a confession? I emailed a PDF file I formatted and designed of <em>Rain</em> to two people, both who have been super supportive and helpful (weak word) of me and the book. It was a very personal edition as I did it strictly for them, even designed the front and back covers myself. As yet I don't know what they thought of it. I wrote that I was not expecting any critique or feedback from them on the current edited copy I used. But knowing the ways of one of them I believe I will get some there. <br />
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You see I've decided to publish <em>Rain</em> independently and electronically. I don't know how long it is going to take me. There is a lot I need to figure out. My personal goal? I'd like to have it out within the next fourteen days, a purely arbitrary deadline as I <u>have no idea</u> what I'm doing. <br />
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Dozens of sites are out there loaded with advice and how-to's but a simple checklist is hard to find. Something simple like this (which is far from inclusive or even in the correct order) :<br />
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<li>Get IBSN number</li>
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I'm finding most of the "lists" and "advice" overwhelming right now when I want all I want is a simple list I can check off as I go. Details I can go back for. <br />
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Maybe this is a case of "if you want it, you should write it." The idea does get me thinking. Not all of us process information in the same way. Perhaps I will journal my experience (away from this blog) and comeback with a list of my own. <br />
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Outside my window<br />
Green darkness, raindrops singing,<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: inherit;">In case you're coming in late and missed it, yes, I consider all of my poetry--bad poetry. Only in the last poetry post have I labeled it "bad poetry". The label on all the other poetry is simply "poetry". The reason I call it "bad poetry" can be found </span></em><a href="http://sehudnall.blogspot.com/2013/06/bad-poetry-of-course-it-is.html"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">here</span></em></a><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></em> SE Hudnallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803353589381122263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699427030495477796.post-8958313649607801472014-07-01T19:08:00.001-05:002014-07-01T19:08:47.491-05:00Writing the EndingI know this blog is a bit self-centered. I'm working on it but it seems to want to remain that way. It can't be a writing advice blog or a publishing advice blog. One would need some form of expertise in those areas. All I have is opinion, generally based on what I read in those types of writing blogs. All that remains is what I write and what I discover, sometimes just by playing with an idea.<br>
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"I don't plot," she said for what seemed like the hundredth time. "But it doesn't mean I don't know where I'm going, even if it takes me a couple of chapters to discover specifics."<br>
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So today I am going to play a little game. I'm going to write a couple of final scenes I already know. No character names included. It may be spoiler-ish but who knows? These are not final. They're rough drafts. Things could change.<br>
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