Roget the thesaurus enjoys turning clear English into incomprehensible babble. Watch him mutilate a perfectly readable excerpt from my short story, The Emperor’s Cat.
I’d like you to meet my good friend, Roget. Roget enjoys long walks on the beach and messing with other people’s fiction. He’s also a thesaurus (which I suspect is some kind of dinosaur).
Good uses for Roget include remembering the perfect word that’s on the tip of your tongue and using your own vocabulary more effectively.
Bad uses for Roget include using other people’s vocabulary and looking up big words to insert into your magnum opus in an attempt to make yourself look smart.
Hint: it doesn’t.
Since doing things wrong is more fun than doing things right, that’s what I’m going to do here. Yes, it’s game. Here are the rules:
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Having to eat every day is a ridiculous design flaw in humans. Eating is expensive, time-consuming, and often dull. I have a better proposal.
Whoever designed humans so we have to eat every day made a serious mistake.
Perhaps it seemed like a good idea at the time, but if a bit of thought had gone in it would never have made it out of the boardroom.
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Yesterday I was interviewed by Book Club Mom for “Who’s That Blogger?” I had a bit of fun with it and I think I even answered her questions. If you want to hear my story, why not wander over and take a look?
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Reading poor writing desensitises you to it, and if you’re not careful soon we’ll all be drowning in custard.
This might be a short post because I’m trying to review five books and a camel today. Okay, it’s not that bad, but I have a few things I need to do before I can sit down and edit my work in progress.
If you pay any attention to the self-publishing world, you’ll have heard the frequent cries of outrage about how badly edited some self-published fiction is. I’m not going to argue that point. I’m going to assert some self-published fiction is terribly edited and some is not, and if you don’t agree with me you can go play on the see-saw on your own because I’m not going to play with you.
Glad we got that out of the way.
Now that we’ve established some self-published fiction is poorly edited, here’s my claim:
Reading it is bad for your health.
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I came late to the joy of coffee, and the road there had its fallen trees, potholes, and badly signposted detours, but coffee and I have settled into a very happy relationship.
Did you see that I wrote a new short story? You can read The Emperor’s Cat here. Yes, it’s about a cat.
For various reasons, this week has been hard. Actually, it’s currently only Monday, so let me revise that.
Last week was hard.
Don’t ask why. I couldn’t tell you.
But hard weeks make me appreciate the good things in life, and last week made me appreciate coffee.
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