And So It Goes

I would have been writing this blog much more steadily, but I had to move and rethink just what I was doing with my life. Such are the joys of the writing life. Because we must pick our brains, every single day, in order to ensure that we make our quota of written and edited material, we tend to use everything we see our friends go through as grist for the mill. We tend to be more philosophical than the general run of the population — at least where other people’s problems are concerned. After all, every story, including the story we are in the midst of writing, can be told from several different points of view — each of them very different. For instance, the little boy who did not get the toy he wanted for his birthday, would tell an entirely different story from the one his mother would tell, about looking at the electronic game displays at the local toy store, and seeing how expensive those toys were, and not wanting her son to spend any more countless hours in front of the video monitor, clicking the mouse. So, she got him a bicycle instead.

But, to her son, that bicycle was old-hat. All of his friends are glued to their computerized game devices, and most of them have forgotten how to deal with the world face-to-face, as it were. The notion of spending time outdoors is almost as appealing to those boys as having teeth pulled. And so it goes.

As I expected, the e-books, published by Smashwords are a mixed bag. There are, of course, plenty of professionally edited books, written by authors who have a wonderful ability to tell a good story. And then, there are books that were written by wonderfully creative people, who never took the final step of having their work edited by someone who knew what he was doing. Their telling is well thought through. Their scenes are, for the most part, well described. Their word usage usually works, more frequently than I would care to count, there are words that do not quite mean what the author intended when he used them. Sometimes, this is jarring, and I wonder whether my sense of how the language is supposed to be used belongs only to my generation, and as we die off, it will not matter to those who come after, because they will not know the difference. But this is a petty complaint.

Of course, even among the less-experienced authors, you can find some real gems. These are the writers who care about using the language well, and who love putting words together, not only for the sake of moving their story forward, but for the sake of the sound and texture of the language. They are careful about choosing just the right words, to express the ideas they want their readers to carry away with them. You know these writers when you find them, because as soon as you have read the first few paragraphs — whether or not the subject matter excites you — you know that you are in the hands of a master story-teller. These are the writers whose books I look forward to reading — all night long, until the songs of the birds calling in the dawn reminds me that I had better get some sleep, or I will not be able to function. These are the books I want to celebrate in this blog, as they deserve to be widely known.

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About Genevieve

Genevieve is a ghostwriter, specializing in memoirs, biographies and novels for her clients, since 2002. She loves her work, Her blog is a hodge podge of whatever happens to be on her mind when she sits down to write. Her essays may be about anything from family life, to politics, to good grammar. Come read it at and leave a message.
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