Monday, November 17, 2014

A Worry of Bloggers (and other Assorted Madness)


So you know about Misattributing, right?

No?

See, it's my superpower. I can hear what YOU say and give it a new context so it means something different (usually dirty and I wouldn't bother if the new thing wasn't funny)

So last weekend I was reading a link to a blog post and it began, “A worry of bloggers is...”

And I just stopped reading. I would SO MUCH rather think that bloggers, collectively, can be called a worry and that this worry is doing something COOL than to have yet another thing to worry about... So I have dibbed it so. We, COLLECTIVELY, are now a Worry.

My buddy Joris did these
There is precedence, you know...

A flamboyance of flamingos?


A murder of crows?


These names are OBVIOUSLY the result of somebody having way too much fun.


What about An Anxiety of Authors?
A Rascal of Writers?
A Significance of Statisticians?

Go ahead. You try it!
See--aren't these great? He's a talented guy.


In Other News...

Still WriMoing. My sad news of last week gave me some slow days in there when the muse really just wanted to be mopey, but I still wrote at least a little every day, and my super start padded the down time. I have confidence that at some point this week I will pass the mark where I only need to do less than a thousand words a day to make it.

I am experimenting with this one. It is the first true mystery I've done where I am including multiple PoV including the person(s) who dunnit... I'm not sure whether I like it or not, or whether it takes the whole MYSTERY out of the mystery... U is for Undertow (Sue Grafton) did it and I liked the effect, but it may be I need to do something different on the rewrite. Even if I do though, I feel like I understand my killer better this time than I have. I think it will prove a useful exercise even if it DOES get dropped.


Thing 1 and Thing 2 (she is 5'8")
And TOMORROW, my baby boy turns 16. Poor kid has finals Wednesday and Thursday, so it is lousy timing (his high school is on trimesters). Measured him Friday—he is 6'6” tall. He has a driver's permit and has to fold himself into our car—it's not like my husband and I are tiny people, but 5 inches is a pretty big deal.

I have a swamped week at work with deadlines Thursday and Friday, so this will be the only blog, but hopefully once I am past that, I can get back to a little more.

13 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Happy birthday to your very tall son!
Maybe in the rewrite you'll find an even better way to tell the story.

T. Powell Coltrin said...

Aww Happy Birthday to your son and his host mom. :)

You new book sounds rally good. Can't wait to read it.

L. Diane Wolfe said...

A Stress of Social Networkers maybe?

Happy birthday to your son.

Elizabeth Spann Craig/Riley Adams said...

I like a worry of bloggers and an anxiety of writers...ha!

Happy Birthday to your son! Wow...he grew up so fast!

So sorry about your friend, Lonnie--just read your post. That would be awful news to get.

Sarah Ahiers said...

6'6" ?? Omg that's so tall. The tallest person in my fam is my bro at 5'9"

Also happy birthday to him!!

Andrew Leon said...

I like a worry of bloggers. Very appropriate.

VR Barkowski said...

While I like an anxiety of authors, I think I would borrow worry and go with a worry of writers. Seems even more fitting than a worry of bloggers. On the other hand, I also like a fret of writers. Clearly, I'm going to have to think more on this.

Birthday wishes to your not-so-little boy! ;-)

VR Barkowski

Ted Cross said...

A worry of bloggers. A worry of writers! I like it. I'm having so much trouble sleeping lately due to stress over publishing!

Southpaw HR Sinclair said...

Have a fun with the b-day!

I like an Anxiety of Authors!

dolorah said...

Bloggers as a "worry" sounds good. Your kids are tall!

Have a good week Hart.

Helena said...

Your baby is 6'6"? Seriously?! You have definitely raised one healthy boy.

Personally, I like Anxiety of Authors, or a Waltz of Wackos or Blunder of Bloggers.

Roland D. Yeomans said...

Happiest of birthdays to your Mount Everest of a SON!

I know you are on a word treadmill, but better 500 well-written words a day than a thousand ones that miss the mark!

Pace yourself this week!

Jan Morrison said...

Happy birthday to your son, my eldest kept going til he was 6'8". It takes a lot of cheese to fill those guys up (my baby only made it to 6'4")!
How about a wistfullness of writers and a bother of bloggers! Or a rapture of romance writers, a confusion of mystery writers, a distraction of writers?