Tag Archives: Lynn Steigleder

Is it Now or is it Then? I Can Never Keep Them Straight

I guess I’m doing what authors do when it comes to hurry up and wait. To clarify, I am waiting for my latest novel, “Dalon Con – The Essence of Time,” to return from its second trip to the editor. Once this series of rewrites and edits is complete, the manuscript will take a journey to my publisher, while I once again hurry up and wait resigning myself to the publishing process.

This process causes me to rare back in my chair and ponder the meaning of life. As I ponder, I notice an antique shelf supporting a speaker. This one glance at said antiquity causes my thought process to move in that direction.

We clamor for every technological advance that comes down the pike. It could be a phone or the latest in e-book readers. Perhaps it’s the new personal computer or then again, it may be a doorbell button that mounts to the wall beside your front door on the outside of your home. This doorbell initiator does much more than ring a bell on the inside of your house. This button also comes equipped with a camera to let you know who is standing at your door waiting for you to appear or lets you know if they have devious intentions.

Once we gather all the new gadgets we can, we live our lives in technical bliss until we see a unique antique. It is then we begin to swoon over the aged object and long for the good ole’ days. Depending on your desire to own antiques you may begin to collect these beautiful old symbols of yesteryear.        

And there you have it, we bounce back and forth in time desiring bobbles in the here and now and trinkets from our past. I guess in this way we can truly experience a form of temporal travel.

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing

I Hate to Complain but Enough is Enough and Too Much is Too Much

It’s the Monday after Thanksgiving, bright and early in the morning. The sun is shining giving the promise of a splendid day ahead. I am sitting at my writer’s desk penning my blog for the new week ahead and for some reason contemplating lunch which is several hours away.

Why, you ask, would I be thinking of the second meal of the day having only just broken my fast from the night before? My answer to you, as if you haven’t already guessed, is my previously planned fare for this midday meal. Yup, it’s a turkey sandwich, my staple for the past five days.

Fresh in my mind I remember alluding to the cache of leftovers in last week’s blog that would invade my diet for the next week. However, this overabundance of foul fowl may be perceived as pro or con.

Some folks could eat turkey every day if not every meal. For my tastes once a year is quite enough, which is why we have prime rib for Christmas.

I just glanced at the sundial on the wall, and see that it’s time for the 12 o’clock force feeding. To everyone who shares my feelings for eating  one of the smartest avians in the wild . . . when grown in captivity . . . not so much. Hang in there, this soon will pass.

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing

Hush Up That Snoring Then Get Over Here and Eat

Well, here it is again. That day of days that comes, but once a year. Not just once a year, but once a year in the same month (November) and on the same day (the fourth Thursday). What you ask could be this day? Why naught, but Thanksgiving, where we gorge ourselves on fowl, stuffing, potatoes, gravy, breads, all manner of vegetables, candied yams, cakes, pies, and many more delicacies too numerous to recall. And what do we do after finishing this great feast?

We take a nap, not because of the tryptophan in the turkey as the tale goes, but because of the huge amounts of food we throw down our neck.

Leaving a puddle of drool to mark our bedding down area, we arise to feed again. It’s much like the instructions on our shampoo bottles, wash, rinse, repeat. And just like our shampoo, we may repeat these instructions as many times as we like each day. These meals usually take the form of turkey sandwiches and whatever is left from our lunchtime ritual. Then one day the bird and all the fixins have been consumed not to be eaten again for another year.

Personally, I think we should take a hint from the fare served at the first Thanksgiving. From what I understand, turkey was a no show, but that opens the door for what did make an appearance at this extravaganza which was lobster, oysters and clams. Kinda makes you wonder what happened in the translation of recipes from then til now.

What outshines the food no matter which century you’re in, is spending time with family and thanking our heavenly father for the bounty he bestows on us each day.

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing

I Mean What I Say and I Say What I Mean . . . Except When I Don’t

Clichés can be good or they can be really bad. Case in point, the one cliché that has stood the test of time and is a mere one word

long is, “cool.” Other clichés include, “You can’t judge a book by its cover,” which is something the majority of people do when purchasing a novel.

 “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Taking a moment to think about this saying makes it clear that the cliché fails to produce an overabundance of sense. If I’m dead, then game over. If I manage to survive this harrowing experience, I’ll probably remain skittish of whatever it was that nearly took my life.

“Innocent until proven guilty.” We all know that once you’re accused, you are automatically guilty in the eyes of the people. So, we might as well skip the middle man and stamp guilty on the suspect’s forehead.

I try to shy away from many of the new clichés that jump out every so often, especially in my writing. Some of the most notorious being, “My bad” . . . “What up” . . .  and one of the most overused, “Let’s do this.”

All in all, one that certainly rings true, yet if taken literally leaves one of two sides at a severe deficit, is “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

I realize that clichés have literal and alternate meanings; however, it’s a lot more fun bringing them to you as I have . . . still I can’t imagine bringing a pen to a sword fight!  

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing

Nowhere Else Would I Want To Be

Last week being an electoral Tuesday, with its months of preparation, brings to mind how this great nation operates. I am passionate for our country, the foresight our founders used, and our amazing document, The Constitution. Sometimes it brings about situations for which I don’t care, but that’s okay as it was written for the greater good. To be more specific, the part I’m not crazy about; however, still stand by, is the first amendment’s partial protection, allowing lawyers to advertise according to the Supreme Court. I believe this verdict was handed down in 1977, and though I don’t recall what it was like then, today I rate the ambulance chasing lawyers and politicians the two things in this life I would never want to become.

There are exceptions to every rule even if those rules are constructed through a personal opinion. There are politicians I believe who are honest and care about their constituents; just as there are lawyers for whom I have the highest respect (even though I believe charging by the minute is a bit gratuitous for any profession).

There is no doubt that we reside in the greatest nation on this blue globe. God bless the USA!

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing

Words are Powerful Entities. Use Them Wisely

They say the average person’s vocabulary stops growing at age 25. I’d like to take a moment to ask exactly who are these beings known as “they”? This autonomous collective of individuals interfere in our business much more than I think should be allowed. They say; they say; they say. I’ve had enough of what they say and believe it’s about time they climbed up off our back . . . just saying.

As a writer, I feel as though it is incumbent on me to continuously strengthen my storage chest of words. Vocabulary itself is a peculiar word and lends itself to different oddities.

For instance, have you ever read a book or engaged in a conversation where a word was used that you were unsure as to its meaning? Instead of asking the definition of the word or looking it up in the dictionary, you casually and confidentially maintained an air there was never any doubt as to your knowledge of the word itself.

If this happened while you were reading, you found it necessary to tell yourself exactly what the word meant without missing a beat, whether it is fact or fancy.

Funny things these objects we call words. They can cast a hold over us that we cannot explain. Make us feel intelligent at times and like a blithering idiot during others. Tell us a story fit only for the ears of kings and with the next utterance comfort a child with unintelligible babble.

All in all, what could be better than a word? You can talk to strangers, friends, family, children, animals, inanimate objects you choose to address. You can strike up a conversation with a tree or you can have a seat in a quiet place and talk to yourself, but the best usage for the many words and what we are able to do with them is praise for our Creator and the many blessings we receive through combining letters into words.  

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing

Science Fiction, Fantasy and the Like Should Pull You In, Chew You Up and Metaphorically Beat You to a Pulp Before it Spits You Out, Ready for the Next Ride

Writing of course takes a bit of thought whether you’re beginning a manuscript, in the middle or putting the finishing touches on your latest novel. I find that in the middle of the thoughts reserved for said manuscript move ???aside allowing outlandish discourse to float to the surface of my brain. Sometimes these thoughts drag me away from what is supposed to be the blog I am writing and into the clutches of nonsense.

For instance, if I were traveling around the globe and headed in an Easterly direction, no matter how long or how far my travels take me, I’d still be moving east. If I were to turn around and head in a Westerly direction the same is true regardless of the distance or travel time. I would still be traveling west.

Now switch to the top of the globe and begin the same journey only in a southerly direction. Once I reach the bottom of the globe, I am automatically moving north. Then as before, once I reach the furthest point North, I once again begin to move in a southerly direction.

Now I realize this is useless information that has nothing to do with anything. However, that’s just the way my brain works and this summation of how my cranium operates is more of a Boone than a bane.

This condition (if you will) allows me to fulfill my imagination and create some of the most outlandish creatures. I even tend to surprise myself at some of the beasts that move from my head to the virtual paper plastered across the computer screen.

All in all this has been a great help to me as I develop the complicated plots that tend to arise throughout my books. Thank you for allowing me to bend your ear and I’ll be in touch soon.

Leave a comment

Filed under On writing