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So this morning I'm fixing dialogue when I recall something I learned in head-shrinker school: Affix PROCESS to quotes. No self-respecting head shrinker ever lets sleeping dogs lie with a laconic, SHE SAID. What we record is, Daphne shouted, "SHIT!" suddenly recalling that merde is shit.

We do it our way to add context thru interpretation. Mere reporters are rightly restricted to SHE SAID as they are reporters, maybe a thin slice above a stenographer.

Like this: When Bosco whispered, I WANNA EAT YOUR CUNT, WHITE BITCH! in Daphne's mind it was the same as him pulling a thread that unravelled her chastity.
 
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EPIPHANY

It just dawned on me whazzup with cuckolds. They imprint like baby geese.

That is, at a tender age they see momma fucked, and what they observe/experience imprints their little minds. Watching momma becomes the destination.

If you eat your Wheaties and feel courageous you can test this theory. Find a good boy who's married to a matronly woman, and see what he does if you, say, squeeze her nipples in front of him. I'm guessing youll get slugged or the other guy will cum.
 
WRITING AID

Over the last 50 years I've thrown away almost all of the psychiatric books I acquired, and kept a few that work as well now as they did long ago: ORDEAL THERAPY by Jay Haley, SHIFTING CONTEXTS:Clinical Epistemology, FROGS INTO PRINCES by Richard Bandler; and THE PERSONALITY SELF PORTRAIT by John Oldham M.D.

I like THE PERSONALITY SELF PORTRAIT becuz it expands the presentation of classic personality types to include normal as well as pathological specimens of each type. That is, at one end of the scale you find the conscientious person, and the obsessive-compulsive at the other end. And the doctor lays out how different types co-exist. For example, when you toss two dependent people together what you got are two potential slaves.

So its a good reference book for creating characters. Plus I like the test that comes with the book. With it you can gauge your own personality style, and get an idea of how much pathology you have stowed aboard. My scores cluster around the 50th percentiles for VIGILANT, ADVENTUROUS, and SELF CONFIDENT, the benign forms of Paranoid, Antisocial, and Narcissistic. Coke NOT Coke syrup. Coke with carbonation NOT flat Coke.
 
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Heres a challenge for you.

Almost every LIT tale is about seducing someone new, and almost never about seducing the one you got. How do you seduce your husband/wife or boyfriend?
 
Did some incest research this afternoon. The info is all over the board in terms of its reliability and validity. So I pieced together a model from what I know of incest. If I'm gonna write about it characters need to be plausible and congruent and in harmony with the currents that direct them. It seems to me that the perfessers have their heads up their asses when it comes to identifying participants.
 
Did more thinking about incest last night, listing the characteristics of such people, then hatching plot points where the traits are exposed.

In the putative story Sonnys wife is in a coma after a car wreck, his momma hops aboard a jet to be there for him, she brings along her checkbook to help reduce his stress, wears skirts with short hems & tops with unfastened buttons, wears pendants and cameos that invite attention to her cleavage, likes her liquor, and invites scrutiny and remediation of her crotch (hair sticks out of her bikini bottom...CRAP! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS! MY ASS IS TOO FAT, AND WHERE CAN I GET A WAX NOW! SIT RIGHT HERE ON THE TABLE, MOMMA, AND I'LL TRIM IT UP FOR YOU!). And seeding ideas in Sonnys head, YOUR DADDY AND I WANNA HAVE ANOTHER CHILD BEFORE THE CLOCK RUNS OUT BUT ITS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE WITH OUR SCHEDULES AND THE THINGS THAT COME UP. WHATS A MOTHER TO DO?
 
Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it! Can't you build the rest of the story around it? Perhaps just 200 words in the 200 words thread. It sounds so beautiful.

I toss stuff into a WORD file and use it if a place opens up. I'm presently cranking out a story a day, there are 4 waiting for Laurel to pass or fail, and another 4 on the computer.

It might fit in a romance where a young woman is smitten by an older man, say...clergy or teacher, who notices her and the dangling thread that will unravel her virginity if he tugs it a little.
 
So I figgered out how to create plot points and tension from the personality traits of my characters. It makes the whole enterprise congruent and plausible, and its easy to adjust the dramatic effect by inflating or deflating the impact of incidents linked to personality traits. My favorite personality book also reveals collateral personalities that work for and against each other, as when the antisocial type embraces the devoted type, to exploit until the crisis is past.

Came across a REAL amateur incest vid yesterday. I always skip vids where sonny is a body builder and mom is a former beauty queen. I skip vids where the gals wear expensive lingerie. I skip vids where multiple cameras are used. Anyway, the vid I watched met my standards (mom was a porker with cheap eye glasses and mis-matched bra-panties, and a crude Long Island attitude; sonny was a loser with a long dong; and the girlfriend was a plainjane with a fat ass) but the effect was excessive, like community theater productions. The two caneras gave it up as low budget commercial work.

So I moved the pieces around (like the glass chips inside a kaleidoscope) until I got plausible candidates for an incest tale. That is, a domineering woman with an alcohol problem, and a prissy, smart, narcissist son. Mom lives at a hotel outside the gates of sonnys college. FDR and Douglas MacArthur come to mind. But they and their mommas arent sexy, so the story characters must be toned down a couple of notches.
 
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nobody writes from being taught. save me the queries re what have i written. like music, prose either is or isn't. it can't be taught.
 
nobody writes from being taught. save me the queries re what have i written. like music, prose either is or isn't. it can't be taught.

Uh, talent cant be taught, but talent almost always needs shaping and guidance. There are naturals, of course, but theyre really savants without transferable skills. Hitler comes to mind. He was a political genius but at sea as an administrator and military commander. Plus he fucked up as a politician, a few times. If he had settled Poland with Jews and gone after Stalin he'd be a saint today.
 
Uh, talent cant be taught, but talent almost always needs shaping and guidance. There are naturals, of course, but theyre really savants without transferable skills. Hitler comes to mind. He was a political genius but at sea as an administrator and military commander. Plus he fucked up as a politician, a few times. If he had settled Poland with Jews and gone after Stalin he'd be a saint today.

He was a failed artist. And that was his best trait.
 
He was a failed artist. And that was his best trait.

Its accurate and fair to say that Hitlers primary hobby was architecture, and youre not far from the target if you characterize his ideas as mediocre, but he was no failure, as it was Albert Speer who put many of Hitlers ideas into practice, and the fixed ideas worked. His autobahn is alive and well in the US as our interstate system.
 
So I'm looking for vids this morning, and find a pile of them specific to Tampa's street walkers and strippers. The vids are staged but the galz are real, theyre obvious from a mile away. Their motel rooms look like the city dump. They look like they aint slept in a week. Theyre too thin. Theyre aint no old duffers amongst them. And the shit they reveal is typical, like... DADDY WENT TO PRISON AFTER HE CUT UP MOMMA AND PUT HER IN THE FREEZER. Or they invented a new sex trick theyre pretty proud of. DOWN AT THE CLUB I TAUGHT ALL THE GIRLS HOW TO GET A GUY OFF WITH YOUR NECK. I INVENTED IT!

Its depressing but how it is.
 
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Wow, they look perfect. You seem to have no trouble with slugs? Where I am is notorious for slugs and we have a North-East facing damp garden so we suffer badly. We tried a beer trap one year. We were reluctant to waste good beer so we used a bottle my fella had refused to drink. We ought to have realised that if even he would reject it, the slugs would have none of it, and so it was.

I tried nematodes one year and I think they did keep the slugs down but it was a lot of effort and I couldn't help thinking that unless our neighbours also did their garden (which has a small pond in it) with nematodes, we would still get them creeping through the fence. I may try to collect them in a bucket and throw them over the fence on the railway line while walking in to school.
 
Wow, they look perfect. You seem to have no trouble with slugs? Where I am is notorious for slugs and we have a North-East facing damp garden so we suffer badly. We tried a beer trap one year. We were reluctant to waste good beer so we used a bottle my fella had refused to drink. We ought to have realised that if even he would reject it, the slugs would have none of it, and so it was.

I tried nematodes one year and I think they did keep the slugs down but it was a lot of effort and I couldn't help thinking that unless our neighbours also did their garden (which has a small pond in it) with nematodes, we would still get them creeping through the fence. I may try to collect them in a bucket and throw them over the fence on the railway line while walking in to school.

When I first started gardening 5 years ago I had all kinds of pests, but I strive for a critter friendly garden, and my critters handle the varmints for me. Plus they dont bite me. I refuse to use poisons. I put buckets of popcorn behind my house for the raccoons to eat. I say fill them up before they get to the garden.
 
Ravel is good.

I enjoyed the Poulenc. Moments of peace in the hectic domestic bustle that is Sunday. I love Christian religious music sung in Latin. (I forget if it has a name or if there are lots of different ones.) The Latin seems so poignant: Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi. The twist of that 'agn' sound, it doesn't come across in translation: Lamb of God, you who carry away the sins of the world.

I remember the first time I heard the second movement of Ravel's piano concerto in G. It was when I was a student, there were I think three of us having tea in someone's room. The room had a big square bow window looking out onto an overgrown garden. It was raining big slow drops that made the lush summer greenery of the garden waver through the rain running down the window panes.
 
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