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How much is too much mood-surfing?

If it took me 30 days to recover from two weeks of depression, what does it take to recover from a massive manic and psychotic episode?
It can take a year for some people. No one wants to hear this, but I believe we need to be honest with ourselves in order to survive bipolar disorder.
I recently banged through: 2014 Dad dies before Christmas, 2015 Moved to TX (late that year, recovering from it all), 2016 Hail destroys the house (six months later I’m getting back on track work/book 8600 new words), AND then 2017 Mom gets sick (and I add another anti-d), announces cancer at thanksgiving (still has a dramatic flair), gets all Kevorkian (did not need all that imagery), then cancer/starvation downhill quickly into 2018…
Not much left to do about anything but a purge of old, a completion of getting things back in order; a quick clean up and prepare for Lent – how? I’m not sure. People are handling the estate stuff and I worry.
Current mood is hypomanic (moderately ‘happier’), fighting off depression, oscillating between being pissed at something or happy about something. Worrying about the chasm of crappy emotion that splashes up a bit still as it settles.
Patience doesn’t come naturally for me. I tend to put myself down for not being able to work much these last few years, but man-oh-man, this is a darn serious illness. It’s stunning how something as simple as forcing myself up at an early hour leads to better overall “purposefulness” (persistence of willpower) to  the day…

Kristen Lamb’s post

Do Some People Lack the Talent to be Authors?

Free chapter preview: Chapter One, 2nd draft


The air was wrong – lighter with aromas of fire, food, stale sweat and metal instead of home. A home deep under miles of igneous rock that did not smell of sweat and bleach. Home smelled of gasses, ventilator grease and old rubber; the sensation of wrongness gnawed at the edge of dreams where they lapped at the shore of waking; like dreaming of a place far from home, warmer, redder.

Under a strange sun.

Warm was joined by the sound of someone snoring, echoing close from steel and alumaplast. Not an echo from rock. The soft susurration of ventilation and the hisses and clicks of another nearby bio-creche. Just one and not three. Beneath him lay his Evercool sheet, blanket and pillow, inviting him to stay in his dream of comfort, luxury and decadence. He began to note the sounds. Hiss. Click. Snore.

This is not home.

He opened his eyes and whispered, “Where am I?”

Above his head rose-painted alumaplast ceiling tiles refused to answer. He propped himself on one elbow to survey the environment while holding down panic as it rose in the back of his throat. It was all terribly wrong. Completely different from the room he went to sleep in. The bunk room of an Alpha One Oh Seven Courier was designed to hold one to eight occupants. He saw one, his brother, who should have been on the bridge instead of snoring in his bunk with the curtain pulled. Another creche, in the opposite corner, was closed and running. Most likely another brother.

I had no idea what an A107 ‘Courier’ class ship was when I went to bed. I wonder what else I just learned. Base cargo-cap, five thousand seventy tons. Base accommodation four two-tier bunks, table and chairs. Minimum bridge crew, two. One point one eight gee. Thanks to the mobius generators.

This isn’t fair,” he whispered cautiously, “bed angle sixty.” The bed portion of the stasis rig tilted silently to the specified angle. From there he hoped to assess the depth of whatever crisis he had dropped into. His usual morning health report popped up and he swept it aside with a flick of his wrist. The room had twin two-tier bunks and four personal effects trunks magged in place on the steel rail and alumaplast deck. The other creche was stenciled “Four”.

I bet he doesn’t know yet. If he did, he’d be screaming.

To his left was a table with three dull plastic chairs two of which were draped with reddish gray coveralls, skin-suits, and gray snareboots. In front of each seat, on the table, was a set of ID papers. In the center, a deck of cards and a large carton of deep-sleep-teaching chips. He stood and tip-toed through the open hatch to the bridge, where he found three seats with consoles and the typical forward holovid of most spaceship design. Home was six hundred ninety-two and three tenths millions of kilometers away.

Ugh,” he bit his tongue, and now I can pilot too.

The consoles were arranged in a classic triangle of Nav to the left, Com to the right and Pilot in the center. The Com seat hung lazily at an angle, as if in conversation, and the Nav faced stiffly forward at a badly worn console. The holo, focused ahead of the little ship, showed a freighter, the Floyd Henderson, outbound and two passenger ships inbound outlined against a background of stars across the inky black of deep space. Each pinpoint of light had an overlaid information icon that would provide type, velocity and vector when queried. He scanned the rest of the bridge, assuring himself that the emergency side ports, and circuit-management panels matched his new memories.

Knowing Five, I’m mostly just glad to be alive. From kilometers deep to outer space in a blink.

He continued his silent tour, back through the bunk room, stopping briefly at the table for clothes. A check of the IDs offered him a choice of being Jeremathy, Rus, Liam, Jian, MeDano, or Nash. All with the last name of Zebros. He left the cards on the table, finding the word play on their lab designation of “Lab Z, Brothers” held little humor. He shrugged into one of the sets of clothing as he surveyed the aft hall hosted a wall-galley where the counter had been turned into a repair bench and the microwave was covered in kaffe. Across from that was the shower and personal waste system. Further back, the creche marked Two, containing another brother, partially blocked the hall. One of the standard language labels stuck on the medical console was lit from behind. He shook his head and whispered, “Damn.”

Everywhere, hatches stood open, unwashed dishes were piled and other safety regulations had been ignored. Fortunately the overhead airlock was double-locked for travel. That was unsurprising since the engines wouldn’t fire unless the lock safety was engaged or a complex set of instructions were entered to override safe-mode. He slipped around the creche on the elevator/lock and looked right and left through the cargo hatches. The holds were each partially filled with crates. Further along the hall he found a handful of maintenance panels. It smelled vaguely of cleaning products, metal and well-done meat. A few little fluffs of fabric stuck to the air return in the ceiling.

Examining the floor, he found two incongruous tiny rust-colored spots on the deck below the recycling plant access panel. He crouched to look at them closely and decided they were dried blood. He stood and turned to the right cargo hold where it stank of sweat and something pungent, chocolaty. It contained crates marked as titanium parts, a mail packet data center and the discarded packing material from three creches.

He dogged the hatch closed and crossed to the second hold where he found crates of nitrogen-stabilized fruit and two unlabeled crates. In the corner he found a smallish, palletized claz’r turret. He closed the hatch and returned to the galley where he counted the dirty aluminum plates and flasks proving not only that the sleeper was Five, but that he had worked for at least two days before going to sleep.

He ran the dishes through the outside hatch on the head, part of the algae recycling system, and stowed them properly in the galley. The work table had a vise and metal micro-mill where he found a small container of fresh metal shards. The tiny locker of tools and repair items was open. Sitting unsecured on the ledge was a broken switch and switch cover which he also stowed before examining his food options.

The galley menu was enormous. It was well-provisioned and had all sorts of great recipes that could be ordered from based on the remaining foodstuffs and biomass. He had no clue what half of them were, but settled on eggs and juice and skipped the “Real Kaffe” the description of which was “A bitter hot beverage containing caffeine, frequently consumed with cream and/or sugar syrup.” It sounded more like a drug than a drink.

He took his breakfast to the bridge, closing the safety hatches in his wake, where he applied his new knowledge to the consoles. It took him only two tries to get logged in and open the pilot and navigation programs on the captain’s console. There was a vector check and analysis he could do and a vlog he could review. The vector had been sent from Majin traffic control and verified both automatically and manually by the pilot. He did the calculus for the vector to see where they were going.

The ship was outbound from the Majin refueling station, accelerating at two gee toward a point in space where a local gravity wave intersected an M-space string. He recalled from watching holos that the point was called a twistor due to its n-dimensional appearance as a subspace tornado. They would reach it in forty-three minutes for transit to the Al Sharab system. The ship was owned by the Drago Corporation and employed as a courier for their business interests. Typically the ship carried specialty medical parts and drugs, short haul items as needed, and any local mail from point to point. Apparently a few black-market parts made their way aboard as well, finding their way into the hands of people with questionable funding sources.

Since Five had never been good with details, cleaning or proper discipline, One checked all the life-support systems for anomalies and viability. The soda filter sensor indicated the filter had been installed at Majin five days ago and the estimator indicated that it had been in use for seven days. He checked the particle filter system to verify its viability and found the same service date and time, but its estimated use was eighteen days. He queried the life support system for explanation, but it wasn’t robust enough for a detailed analysis. Then he found the recycler was overloaded by two hundred sixty kilos.

He considered the situation for a few moments. Then he checked the readouts for biological pathogens, finding several potentially deadly germs. He shuddered with dread at that news and hoped the creches had enough antibiotics to keep him alive.

Multiple germs, aromas, fluff, stressed filters, a broken switch, blood on the deck and overloaded solid waste. It doesn’t look good for us. Even if it wasn’t luxurious we were safe in our nice clean lab and not flying away in a coffin.

He was surprised to see only twenty-three days of semi-stasis had passed instead of their usual twenty-seven. He began reviewing the logs for information on how they had made it into deep space. The vlog was adequately labeled with weekly and daily titles that indicated the 2/3 Drago had docked five days ago at Majin station, dumped the mail packet, accepted a transshipment of fruit bound for the Federation military facility on Kohnor, exchanged waste material for O/H2O, and replaced their filters.

The bridge seats had been occupied by Draveth Par, Olo Fayed and Vachs. Just “Vachs” – no other name. They were worn in a pattern that indicated years of use. Olo, who had handled all aspects of nav data, including vector mapping, appeared to have turned toward Captain Par most of the time. The chair turned easily when he pushed it, but always came to rest one hundred five degrees away from the forward display. Vachs seemed to have been a nervous communicator and trader, his console was scratched and the key characters were nearly worn away.

Captain Par’s seat had molded completely to his buttocks. The left armrest pad was cracked and shiny from many hours of his large elbow wearing through it. He felt the worn spot with his elbow finding he was taller than Par based on the wear points. He could imagine the captain sitting here day after day, chin propped on the heel of his hand. He might even have cat-napped through the flight from in-system to transit points – many days of boredom spent waiting for the Minkowski field generator to eventually stop and drop them back into real space. Hopefully where they had aimed.

The vlog indicated that on the second day in dock, a man identified as Jian Zebros contacted them to move some critical medical equipment toward Earth through the next two legs of their route. He agreed to pay point-to-point charges as well as passage for himself. The captain made note to search him thoroughly before un-docking. Zebros hadn’t given him the opportunity.

He skipped forward through normal activities until he saw a large, pod-sized crate being lowered into the ship, followed by Vachs moving it to the hold. This was followed by a second crate. When the third arrived, someone was standing atop the crate, visible from the waist down. Vachs looked up, “Where’s Fayed? What the hell are you doing? No!”

He strangled on his own blood, sliced by beam of coherent light as the unseen assailant killed him with a blaz’r. As his lifeless body dropped to the deck the masked figure landed, cat-like, blaz’r outstretched toward something under and behind the camera. He fired again twice. On the second of the three camera screens, the recording of the bridge, the captain jumped from his seat and turned toward the airlock. His movement blocked the view of the camera through the bunk room but in an instant he crumpled to the deck.

The killer, moving like Five, stalked forward through the three camera views to the bridge. He pulled off a pair of gloves and imprinted his thumb on the open command console taking command of the ship effective immediately and, assuming Fayed was dead, sole control over it. He stuffed the blaz’r in his waistband and pulled off the mask, yep – Five, dropped it on the captain’s seat and began tidying up.

Writing revision

Not all revisions are created equal. Some manuscripts are clean first drafts that fell out of your head onto the page like they wanted to be written. Other stories fight you every step of the way and you have to whip them into submission to make the novel work. Still others are stories you wrote and revised countless times until they became a tangled mess (even though you still love that story and swear you’ll make it work).

Character Must Be More Than A Chess Piece

A Character Must Be More Than A Chess Piece

A character, to be acceptable as more than a chess piece, has to be ignorant of the future, unsure about the past, and not at all sure of what he’s supposed to be doing.



Plot Cannot Be Mechanical.

Posted by Doug Mock on Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is observed after the fact rather than before. It cannot precede action. It is the chart that remains when an action is through. That is all Plot ever should be. It is human desire let run, running, and reaching a goal. It cannot be mechanical. It can only be dynamic. So, stand aside, forget targets, let the characters, your fingers, body, blood, and heart do.

Proverbs, or sayings everyone should know by now.

A bad penny always turns up

A barking dog never bites

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

A cat may look at a king

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link

A change is as good as a rest

A dog is a man’s best friend

A drowning man will clutch at a straw

A fish always rots from the head down

A fool and his money are soon parted

A friend in need is a friend indeed

A golden key can open any door

A good beginning makes a good ending

A good man is hard to find

A house divided against itself cannot stand

A house is not a home

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

A leopard cannot change its spots

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing

A little learning is a dangerous thing

A little of what you fancy does you good

A man is known by his friends

A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for his client

A miss is as good as a mile

A new broom sweeps clean

A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind horse

A penny saved is a penny earned

A person is known by the company he keeps

A picture paints a thousand words

A place for everything and everything in its place

A poor workman always blames his tools

A problem shared is a problem halved

A prophet is not recognized in his own land

A rising tide lifts all boats

A rolling stone gathers no moss

A soft answer turneth away wrath

A stitch in time saves nine

A swarm in May is worth a load of hay; a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon; but a swarm in July is not worth a fly

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

A trouble shared is a trouble halved

A volunteer is worth twenty pressed men

A watched pot never boils

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke

A woman’s place is in the home

A woman’s work is never done

A word to the wise is enough

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Absolute power corrupts absolutely

Accidents will happen (in the best-regulated families).

Actions speak louder than words

Adversity makes strange bedfellows

After a storm comes a calm

All good things come to he who waits

All good things must come to an end

All is grist that comes to the mill

All publicity is good publicity

All roads lead to Rome

All that glisters is not gold

All that glitters is not gold

All the world loves a lover

All things come to those who wait

All things must pass

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

All you need is love

All’s fair in love and war

All’s for the best in the best of all possible worlds

All’s well that ends well

A miss is as good as a mile

An apple a day keeps the doctor away

An army marches on its stomach

An Englishman’s home is his castle

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure

Another day, another dollar

Any port in a storm

Appearances can be deceptive

April is the cruellest month

April showers bring forth May flowers

As thick as thieves

As you make your bed, so you must lie upon it

As you sow so shall you reap

Ashes to ashes dust to dust

Ask a silly question and you’ll get a silly answer

Ask no questions and hear no lies

Attack is the best form of defence

Bad money drives out good

Bad news travels fast

Barking dogs seldom bite

Be careful what you wish for

Beat swords into ploughshares

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Beauty is only skin deep

Beggars should not be choosers

Behind every great man there’s a great woman

Better late than never

Better safe than sorry

Better the Devil you know than the Devil you don’t

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all

Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool that to speak and remove all doubt

Beware of Greeks bearing gifts

Beware the Ides of March

Big fish eat little fish

Birds of a feather flock together

Blessed are the peacemakers

Blood is thicker than water

Blue are the hills that are far away

Boys will be boys

Brevity is the soul of wit

Business before pleasure

Caesar’s wife must be above suspicion

Carpe diem (Pluck the day; Seize the day)

Charity begins at home

Charity covers a multitue of sins

Cheaters never win and winners never cheat

Cheats never prosper

Children and fools tell the truth

Children should be seen and not heard

Christmas comes but once a year

Cleanliness is next to godliness

Clothes maketh the man

Cold hands, warm heart

Comparisons are odious

Count your blessings

Cowards may die many times before their death

Crime doesn’t pay

Cut your coat to suit your cloth

Dead men tell no tales

Devil take the hindmost

Discretion is the better part of valour

Distance lends enchantment to the view

Do as I say, not as I do

Do as you would be done by

Do unto others as you would have them do to you

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

Don’t burn your bridges behind you

Don’t cast your pearls before swine

Don’t change horses in midstream

Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched

Don’t cross the bridge till you come to it

Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face

Don’t get mad, get even

Don’t keep a dog and bark yourself

Don’t leave your manners on the doorstep

Don’t let the bastards grind you down

Don’t let the grass grow under your feet

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth

Don’t meet troubles half-way

Don’t mix business with pleasure

Don’t put all your eggs in one basket

Don’t put the cart before the horse

Don’t put new wine into old bottles

Don’t rock the boat

Don’t shoot the messenger

Don’t spoil the ship for a ha’porth of tar

Don’t sweat the small stuff

Don’t throw pearls to swine

Don’t teach your Grandma to suck eggs

Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater

Don’t trust anyone over thirty

Don’t try to run before you can walk

Don’t try to walk before you can crawl

Don’t upset the apple-cart

Don’t wash your dirty linen in public

Doubt is the beginning not the end of wisdom

Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise

East is east, and west is west

East, west, home’s best

Easy come, easy go

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die

Empty vessels make the most noise

Enough is as good as a feast

Enough is enough

Even a worm will turn

Every cloud has a silver lining

Every dog has its day

Every Jack has his Jill

Every little helps

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost

Every man has his price

Every picture tells a story

Every stick has two ends

Everyone wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die

Everything comes to him who waits

Failing to plan is planning to fail

Faint heart never won fair lady

Fair exchange is no robbery

Faith will move mountains

Familiarity breeds contempt

Feed a cold and starve a fever

Fight fire with fire

Fight the good fight

Finders keepers, losers weepers

Fine words butter no parsnips

First come, first served

First impressions are the most lasting

First things first

Fish always stink from the head down

Fish and guests smell after three days

Flattery will get you nowhere

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

For everything there is a season

For want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the man was lost

Forewarned is forearmed

Forgive and forget

Fortune favours the brave

From the sublime to the ridiculous is only one step

Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains

Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration

Give a dog a bad name and hang him

Give a man a fish and you will feed him for a day

Give a man enough rope and he will hang himself

Give credit where credit is due

Go the extra mile

God helps those who help themselves

Good fences make good neighbours

Good talk saves the food

Good things come to those who wait

Great minds think alike

Half a loaf is better than no bread

Handsome is as handsome does

Hard cases make bad law

Hard work never did anyone any harm

Haste makes waste

He that goes a-borrowing, goes a-sorrowing

He who can does, he who cannot, teaches

He who fights and runs away, may live to fight another day

He who hesitates is lost

He who laughs last laughs longest

He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword

He who pays the piper calls the tune

He who sups with the Devil should have a long spoon

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty

History repeats itself

Home is where the heart is

Honesty is the best policy

Hope springs eternal

Horses for courses

If anything can go wrong, it will

If a job is worth doing it is worth doing well

If at first you don’t succeed try, try and try again

If God had meant us to fly he’d have given us wings

If ifs and ands were pots and pans there’d be no work for tinkers

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

If life deals you lemons, make lemonade

If the cap fits, wear it

If the mountain won’t come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain

If the shoe fits, wear it

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

If you build it they will come

If you can’t be good, be careful

If you can’t beat em, join em

If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen

If you lie down with dogs, you will get up with fleas

If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys

If you want a thing done well, do it yourself

Ignorance is bliss

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

In for a penny, in for a pound

In the kingdom of the blind the one eyed man is king

In the midst of life we are in death

Into every life a little rain must fall

It ain’t over till the fat lady sings

It goes without saying

It is best to be on the safe side

It is better to give than to receive

It is easy to be wise after the event

It never rains but it pours

It takes a thief to catch a thief

It takes all sorts to make a world

It takes one to know one

It takes two to tango

It’s all grist to the mill

It’s an ill wind that blows no one any good

It’s better to give than to receive

It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all

It’s better to light a candle than curse the darkness

It’s better to travel hopefully than to arrive

It’s never too late

It’s no use crying over spilt milk

It’s no use locking the stable door after the horse has bolted

It’s the early bird that catches the worm

It’s the empty can that makes the most noise

It’s the singer not the song

It’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease

Jack of all trades, master of none

Judge not, that ye be not judged

Keep your chin up

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

Keep your powder dry

Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone

Laughter is the best medicine

Least said, soonest mended

Less is more

Let bygones be bygones

Let not the sun go down on your wrath

Let sleeping dogs lie

Let the buyer beware

Let the dead bury the dead

Let the punishment fit the crime

Let well alone

Life begins at forty

Life is just a bowl of cherries

Life is what you make it

Life’s not all beer and skittles

Lightning never strikes twice in the same place

Like father, like son

Little pitchers have big ears

Little strokes fell great oaks

Little things please little minds

Live and learn

Live for today for tomorrow never comes

Look before you leap

Love of money is the root of all evil

Love is blind

Love makes the world go round

Love thy neighbour as thyself

Love will find a way

Make hay while the sun shines

Make love not war

Man does not live by bread alone

Manners maketh man

Many a little makes a mickle

Many a mickle makes a muckle

Many a true word is spoken in jest

Many are called but few are chosen

Many hands make light work

March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb

March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers

Marriages are made in heaven

Marry in haste, repent at leisure

Might is right

Mighty oaks from little acorns grow

Misery loves company

Moderation in all things

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living,
And a child that’s born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Money doesn’t grow on trees

Money is the root of all evil

Money isn’t everything

Money makes the world go round

Money talks

More haste, less speed

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast

Nature abhors a vacuum

Necessity is the mother of invention

Needs must when the devil drives

Ne’er cast a clout till May be out

Never give a sucker an even break

Never go to bed on an argument

Never judge a book by its cover

Never let the sun go down on your anger

Never look a gift horse in the mouth

Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today

Never speak ill of the dead

Never tell tales out of school

Nine tailors make a man

No man can serve two masters

No man is an island

No names, no pack-drill

No news is good news

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent

No pain, no gain

No rest for the wicked

Nothing new under the sun

Nothing is certain but death and taxes

Nothing succeeds like success

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Oil and water don’t mix

Old soldiers never die, they just fade away

Once a thief, always a thief

Once bitten, twice shy

One good turn deserves another

One half of the world does not know how the other half lives

One hand washes the other

One man’s meat is another man’s poison

One might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb

One law for the rich and another for the poor

One swallow does not make a summer

One volunteer is worth ten pressed men

One year’s seeding makes seven years weeding

Only fools and horses work

Opportunity never knocks twice at any man’s door

Out of sight, out of mind

Parsley seed goes nine times to the Devil

Patience is a virtue

Pearls of wisdom

Penny wise and pound foolish

People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones

Physician, heal thyself

Possession is nine points of the law

Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely

Practice makes perfect

Practice what you preach

Prevention is better than cure

Pride goes before a fall

Procrastination is the thief of time

Put your best foot forward

Rain before seven, fine before eleven

Red sky at night shepherd’s delight; red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning

Revenge is a dish best served cold

Revenge is sweet

Rob Peter to pay Paul

Rome wasn’t built in a day

See a pin and pick it up, all the day you’ll have good luck; see a pin and let it lie, bad luck you’ll have all day

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

Seeing is believing

Seek and ye shall find

Set a thief to catch a thief

Share and share alike

Shrouds have no pockets

Silence is golden

Slow but sure

Softly, softly, catchee monkey

Spare the rod and spoil the child

Speak as you find

Speak softly and carry a big stick

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me

Still waters run deep

Strike while the iron is hot

Stupid is as stupid does

Success has many fathers, while failure is an orphan

Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves

Talk is cheap

Talk of the Devil, and he is bound to appear

Tell the truth and shame the Devil

That which does not kill us makes us stronger

The age of miracles is past

The apple never falls far from the tree

The best defence is a good offence

The best is the enemy of the good

The best-laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley

The best things in life are free

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

The bottom line is the bottom line

The boy is father to the man

The bread always falls buttered side down

The child is the father of the man

The cobbler always wears the worst shoes

The course of true love never did run smooth

The customer is always right

The darkest hour is just before the dawn

The devil finds work for idle hands to do

The devil looks after his own

The early bird catches the worm

The end justifies the means

The exception which proves the rule

The female of the species is more deadly than the male

The fruit does not fall far from the tree

The good die young

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

The husband is always the last to know

The labourer is worthy of his hire

The law is an ass

The leopard does not change his spots

The longest journey starts with a single step

The more the merrier

The more things change, the more they stay the same

The only good Indian is a dead Indian

The opera ain’t over till the fat lady sings

The pen is mightier than sword

The price of liberty is eternal vigilance

The proof of the pudding is in the eating

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

The shoemaker’s son always goes barefoot

The squeaking wheel gets the grease

The truth will out

The wages of sin is death

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

The whole is greater than the sum of the parts

There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream

There are none so blind as those, that will not see

There are two sides to every question

There but for the grace of God, go I

There’s a time and a place for everything

There’s an exception to every rule

There’s always more fish in the sea

There’s honour among thieves

There’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle

There’s many a slip ‘twixt cup and lip

There’s more than one way to skin a cat

There’s no accounting for tastes

There’s no fool like an old fool

There’s no place like home

There’s no smoke without fire

There’s no such thing as a free lunch

There’s no such thing as bad publicity

There’s no time like the present

There’s none so blind as those who will not see

There’s none so deaf as those who will not hear

There’s nowt so queer as folk

There’s one born every minute

There’s safety in numbers

They that sow the wind, shall reap the whirlwind

Third time lucky

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

Those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones

Those who sleep with dogs will rise with fleas

Thou shalt not kill

Time and tide wait for no man

Time flies

Time is a great healer

Time is money

Time will tell

’tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all

To err is human; to forgive divine

To every thing there is a season

To the victor go the spoils

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive

Tomorrow is another day

Tomorrow never comes

Too many cooks spoil the broth

Truth is stranger than fiction

Truth will out

Two blacks don’t make a white

Two heads are better than one

Two is company, but three’s a crowd

Two wrongs don’t make a right

Variety is the spice of life

Virtue is its own reward

Walls have ears

Walnuts and pears you plant for your heirs

Waste not want not

What can’t be cured must be endured

What goes up must come down

What you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts

What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

When in Rome, do as the Romans do

When the cat’s away the mice will play

When the going gets tough, the tough get going

When the oak is before the ash, then you will only get a splash; when the ash is before the oak, then you may expect a soak

What the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over

Where there’s a will there’s a way

Where there’s muck there’s brass

While there’s life there’s hope

Whom the Gods love die young

Why keep a dog and bark yourself?

Women and children first

Wonders will never cease

Work expands so as to fill the time available

Worrying never did anyone any good

You are never too old to learn

You are what you eat

You can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family

You can have too much of a good thing

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink

You can’t have your cake and eat it

You can’t get blood out of a stone

You can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear

You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs

You can’t make bricks without straw

You can’t run with the hare and hunt with the hounds

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

You can’t judge a book by its cover

You can’t win them all

You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar

You pays your money and you takes your choice

You reap what you sow

You win some, you lose some

Youth is wasted on the young

Literary hooks

Narrative Hook: Story opening that grab’s the reader’s attention. A “Ticking Clock” of impending doom if the protagonist’s objective is not met. Use of cliffhangers by ending a scene, chapter or story in the middle of action, hooking the reader (keep them moving forward).

Foreshadowing: Hints of something to come. like: The gun on the wall in Scene 1 is eventually fired.

Symbolism: Small facts, objects, deja vu, represent something bigger; appearing repeatedly.

Self-fulfilling prophecy: Protagonist attempts to thwart prophecy but in attempting, fulfills it.

Plot Twist: Surprises the reader with something unexpected. The protagonist dies or turns out to be something other than the protagonist. A false trail diverts the reader’s attention from what really happened. A hidden connection between characters or facts is revealed just in time. The exact opposite of what the reader expects happens.

Object of Power (MacGuffin): Either the protagonist wants it, or the object drives the plot of its own accord. Something the protagonist wants for unknown and unimportant reasons.

Science Fiction Demonizes ‘Our’ Opponents

Science Fiction Demonizes ‘Our’ Opponents

I’d like to stray from the trend in most science fiction that I feel is over played and possibly immoral.  The ‘other’ or the ‘enemy’ has been portrayed as faceless automatons that ‘we’ can indiscriminately blast to smithereens. In I, Robot there are the hoards of robots, red ones target positive (looked just like the video game). In Star Wars, the faceless ‘clones’, presumably all Jango Fett or what have you to make them soulless. The Princess Leia that commented, “Aren’t you a little short …” That was a pretty silly looking moment and we all laughed inwardly and hoped for there to be sparks of – well, you know – a humma humma Bowchik Bowchikawika Bowwoww

Playing a video game frequently involves making the enemy red in some way (colored red, not necessarily communist), very often masked or helmeted to obscure all but the red eyes of berserk. In Far Cry, there have been about thirty or so faces, still it’s annoying to have to kill characters that just keep moving toward you instead of taking cover. Makes them faceless as well. The game even spawned the same red shirt dude in one conflict. It was like he just came back to life…

Brings me to zombies or walkers, biters, etc you can sort of see on some of them that they were people, but not so much after third season of the Walking Dead. World war Z = fantastic idea that the infected would be as athletic as it possibly could be, resulting in fast overruns and massive losses of human life. Israelis with flamethrowers = fighting off the Islamic Nation.

I get it.

Why can’t we just have an opponent, like in the honor Harrington Series, that disagrees with ‘us’ (all right minded people of faith, equality, fair play, hard work, and discipline) and that’s all it takes. Like kindergarten, we attack in the sandbox to take dominance over the light blue Tonka truck and crush our opponent’s green army men, using cunning, Testor’s glue, Ohio Blue Tip Strike Anywhere Matches, and a hammer. My bff didn’t talk to me for weeks, even though Dad bought him more army men and whipped me. And that’s what happens with demonization. It shows the fundamental error of stopping communication.

My views come through. How could they not? As it always shall be. But it isn’t a case of ‘here they are, you suck’, because that just makes his mom even madder than before, rather a case of ‘here they are, these are core and we really should agree on this because it’s in our best interest to, these others we could discuss, those over there are not going to work for us.

Real people, not demons, still trying to kill each other… Morally ambiguous and unsettling. People should behave like people, saving lives, trying to win by not killing if they can avoid it.

Fail forward

Meditation, thanks to Joel Osteen for pointing me this way:

The Bible tells us that every person, no matter how much faith they have or how good they are, will face disappointments. It may be something simple like not getting recognition you hoped for, even if it was especially difficult or tedious accomplishment.

Sometimes it’s all you can do to stand up. Depression by itself is terrible; living through it alone excruciating; it’s an illness in your body and you can’t change it through sheer willpower.

Whatever it may be, the reality is that we’re all going to suffer some setbacks. No matter what has happened, one of the main keys to overcoming disappointments is learning to let go of the past.

If you feel “stuck” today, you may want to examine what you’re holding on to. Be willing let go of past disappointments by choosing forgiveness.

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