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My take on Heinlein’s Rules

25 Jul

Heinlein’s Rules

 

Rule 1: You Must Write

Agreed. If you aren’t writing, you aren’t a writer. Shopping lists and diaries don’t count.

Rule 2: Finish What You Start

Well, you can’t submit ideas or partials so this is a given. But everyone has an archive of things they’ve started and never finished. Mine literally numbers into the hundreds.

Rule 3: You Must Refrain From Rewriting, Except to Editorial Order

Again, I agree. I hate rewrites. Once I’ve finished, I think a story is as good as it’s getting. Most of the time.

Rule 4: You Must Put Your Story on the Market

Again I agree. You can’t sell if you don’t submit. For me, 2017 has been my most submitting year to date.

Rule 5: You Must Keep it on the Market until it has Sold

Not sure about this one. Some stuff will NEVER sell. There’s persistance, and there’s flat out blind stupidy. You’ve got to know when it’s time to stop hawking a story around. It’s not being taken for a reason. That’s why Rule 3 isn’t always right.

Rule 6: Start Working on Something Else

No. Flat out NO. If you’re always writing, you’ve never rested. If you don’t rest, you burn out. You burn out, you start hating the cause. Which is writing. So know when to stop.

And that’s my take on Heinlein’s rules.

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The Haze By Ray Daley [poem]

10 Jun

The Haze By Ray Daley 10/6/17.

It’s easy to get bewildered or flustered,
Your mind goes like custard, but don’t taste as good.
You don’t recall every last detail like you once could.

It’s easy to fall in a spiked pit of doubt, You just can’t get out,
But you feel like you ought, Your tries come to nought.
Trying picking your battles, just win ones you’ve fought.

That’s why, I say with a sigh, It’s easy to get bewildered or flustered,
Your thoughts thick like mustard, but don’t taste as good.
You wish you were younger, that’s understood.

Trying thinking, not drinking, your mind’s simply sinking,
Your memories are blinking away, like fifty a day.
They’re gone and forgotten, your brain has gone rotten,
The truth it be told, You’re just getting old.

THE END

Guest, A Poem

9 Jun
Guest, A Poem by Ray Daley.
9/6/17
I’m the one that’s living at the bottom of your garden,
In a little wooden box that’s labelled “TEA“.
No-one else is living at the bottom of your garden,
The only person living there is me.
There’s cabbages and lettuces, there’s many types of fruit,
I’ve being there so long now, I feel I’ve taken root.
Because I’m the one that’s living at the bottom of your garden,
There’s nowhere else I’d really rather be.
THE END.

The Fight against depression

8 Jun

Recently I’ve been having some issues.

Depression hasn’t been helping me get motivated to write. It’s not like I haven’t been creative, I just haven’t been able to find a way to get myself actually writing and finishing something.

I checked the archive, the last thing I completed was on the 28th May 2017.

Ten whole days ago. That’s not good for a writer.

I wrote something called “The Fight,” a time travel piece where I’m not quite the protagonist but a lot of the names are from my own life. Writing about my sister and mother (both deceased) hurt me more than I thought.

To the point where when I was checking dates, I was in tears!

Then I just bottomed out into a funk, depressed and upset. Not in a good place.
I was angry about my writing, my creativity.

Today I pretty much forced myself to finish something. Almost 4 hours of writing, over 4000 words too. Long, for me. A long session too.

I don’t know if I feel any better, but I feel relieved at having written and finished something in this amount of time.

Even if you have to force yourself, it proves you can keep writing.

The only way out of a creative depressive funk is to get through it.

Here endeth the lesson.

God Save The Queen! (a blog exclusive story)

5 Jun

CAUTION! STORY MAY CONTAIN CTHULHU. AND SARCASM.

God Save The Queen!
17/12/16
By Ray Daley

 

Man, those damn Brits are crazy. They don’t try and hide their fanaticism, it’s right out there in plain sight for everyone to hear.

Just listen to their damn national anthem! “God save our gracious Queen, long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen!

One thing no-one ever asks? Which God is saving their Queen, exactly?

Because when you come down to brass tacks, he (or she) is doing a pretty fine job of saving their Queen so far. That God is one attentive and benevolent God to their Queen. He (or she) has given her almost sixty five years of solid Queening so far. And she certainly shows no sign of letting up, does she?

So which God is saving their Queen?

It’s almost certainly a God that demands regular blood sacrifices. Admittedly it’s been a while since the last one but boy did Diana buy the Queen a whole lot of saving.

The Queen and her family have to be getting worried now though. That God has to be baying for new blood right now. It’s been nineteen years since they gave him Diana, just to tie up a few loose ends for the Queen. She never liked her anyway.

But someone has to be getting nervous in the Royal Family now, don’t they? Your eyes naturally turn to Phil The Greek, but would a Queen saving God really want a frail ninety five year old man for his next meal?

Even a blind man knows the answer to that is no.

So which of the royals should be saying their prayers and settling their affairs to let dear old Lillibet carry on Queening up to her hundredth birthday?

Well, if I were a betting man I’d suggest a couple of likely candidates to sate the Elder God’s hunger and renew his Queen saving vigour anew. Because the God that’s currently saving the Queen is obviously Cthulhu. So which royals should be checking they’ve got good life insurance at the moment?

Well, the safe money would be on Sarah Ferguson. She’s still a Duchess, and that’s worth a whole lot of Queen saving to a hungry God.

Not that she is the only person who should be worrying right now. The most useless actual royal of all should also be shitting his regal pants right now, Steady Eddie, the boy who couldn’t cut it in the Royal Marines.

I think he’d buy his dear old Mum at least another twenty years of being saved if he did the noble thing and threw himself under the bus, so to speak.

So yes. The Brits are crazy. God save the Queen indeed.

Just don’t ask them which God. Not if you want to live, that is.

THE END

Hotmail Login error fix

30 May

A word of warning/advice to those finding they are having certification issues logging into what used to be Hotmail.

An error occurred during a connection to www.hotmail.com. Invalid OCSP signing certificate in OCSP response. Error code: SEC_ERROR_OCSP_INVALID_SIGNING_CERT

That error, as above.

I found that as soon as I removed the old Hotmail URL & used the Outlook one, that problem went right away.

So if you are getting that problem, Google the Outlook URL, login and bookmark that. You should have no more certification issues.

Hotmail as an entity went bye bye a while back, replaced by Outlook. It’s probably why this happened, Microsoft simply stopped updating the settings for it.

Hope this helps, it fixed it for me.

Ray’s What To Do #1

12 Mar

“Have you ever found yourself writing a story where you’ve got no idea where to go next?”

Yes. This is a situation you’ll find yourself in frequently.

So what do you do?

Start by not panicing. Accept the situation.
It’s a place you’ll become familar with over time.
It’s not a scary place. At first it might feel scary, because it’s new.
But once you accept where you are, you can beging to move on.

Do your characters have the resources or abilities required to move past their current impasse? If yes, use them to do so. If no, move them to a point where they can aquire such things and then move on.

And now the story should be moving along again.