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Everywhere we Look, We Find a Faux Pas

Everywhere we look, even places that we choose not to look and places that for whatever reason cross our path, we find a faux pas.

We find big faux pas, small faux pas, medium sized faux pas, and big honking mother-lode sized faux pas.

Now, you know the many faux pas that have occurred in your life, and it goes without saying (even though I’m saying it) that you would rather keep these on the down-low. Who knows, maybe you’re an international spy, and the KGB is just waiting for you to resurface, so you can be placed on ice.

Of course, there are less important faux pas we run into every day. Some, we even view without knowing what we haven’t seen.

Take for instance, things that transpire on the silver screen. In the 1960’s, on the comedy series, Andy Griffith, why did the jail cells have no bathrooms? In the lack luster conclusion of the Jaws movies, why did Michael Caine end up in the water and then, immediately climb back on to the ship wearing a dry shirt?

In my case, and the only one that really matters to me as an author, and something I check to see if it’s present, is continuity throughout the book. For example: I can’t have a character named George who is murdered on page 126 and then, turns up on page 286 buying tickets for a matinée.

How ever you try to spin it, mistakes are a part of life. If you never make one, then you’re not doing anything.

God Bless and have a Great Day!

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Please, Just Give Me Something My Children Can Watch

We all have things that disappoint. Many are unpreventable; then again, others are not. Something that really disturbs me is the entertainment industry.

Movies today command great story lines along with stellar special effects. One thing that many of them employ that I find unnecessary and in many ways offensive is the dialogue. For whatever reason they seem to believe they cannot exist without obscene language. There are movies that hold the record with well over two hundred “f-bombs” dropped within the two or more hours the film runs. In film and television, producers are constantly pushing the envelope to see how far they can go with sexual innuendo or explicit sexual content.

I am probably considered boring. My favorite television programs came about when I was too young to enjoy them, but once brought into syndication they became my go to’s.  Andy Griffith, Leave it to Beaver, Green Acres, Gomer Pyle, and Hogan’s Heroes’ to name a few. In each one of my novels I stay away from coarse language and sexual situations. I certainly don’t claim to be an angel and apologize if I come across in that fashion. I simply believe the entertainment industry goes out of its way to produce images that are unfit for a good portion of the population to view.

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A Book is a Book is a Book, Unless it’s Your Book, Then it Becomes a Whole Other Entity

I’ll have to admit I’m enthralled whenever I watch a television show or movie centered around an author. For reasons unknown, this seems to be more prevalent in mysteries.

Being one of my favorite shows, I watch Andy Griffith each morning. This a.m., there was an episode where Andy’s fiancée, Helen Crump, had written a children’s manuscript and sent it to a publisher in Richmond. Surprisingly so, in the mail several weeks later came an acceptance letter and a check for $1,000.

She made the trip to Richmond and reviewed details such as art work. The publisher suggested she begin rewrites. Later on in the show, one of the editors came to Mayberry and began working with Helen in the rewriting process. It was really surprising to see the characters  write with nothing but a pencil.

On one occasion, I saw a typewriter, not in use, but packed up with the lid attached. Even with the double barrel approach of the mighty pencil and the electric typewriter, I cannot imagine having to do edits and rewrites with such archaic writing utensils. Still we complain like babies when our computers act up showing how spoiled we’ve become with the tools of today at our disposal.

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