Being a writer, I constantly overuse “…” in my drafts in order to get across a point about the dialogue of a scene. This, of course, extends into my emailing, texting and social posts. It wasn’t until one of my daughters responded to an ellipsis and asked if I was mad at her did I realize that she had a completely different meaning for the punctuation mark.
To younger generations, “…” means that you are… ANGRY!!!
… MAD! Not crazy mad, but angry, Angry Bird angry, pissed off or just plain upset. Never in a million years would this have crossed my mind but, hey, I’m getting old. What’s worse is that I’ve also found out that the symbol has been in use for over ten years now. Now all the “…” in Donald Trump’s tweets make sense. Even he knew!
My first instinct was to refrain from using the symbol at all, but now I’m considering a more productive alternative. I could throw them into every email to my boss because he won’t know what they mean, yet anyone else copied on the email that’s under 30 would get the joke. You know, a nice subversive way of sticking it to the “The Man”. Or I could start writing an angry political column focused on younger adults and use an ellipsis in every sentence. Who knows, maybe it will start a whole new movement, or maybe even…
There I go again. Oh well, I think I’ll just keep using them everywhere in order to keep the younger generation on their… toes.
I’ve been missing in action this past month but there is a good reason for it. First, I spent two weeks hiking in the Andes Mountains in Peru, visiting ancient sites and swatting bugs in the Amazon Rainforest…with very little Internet access.
Then I had to bury one of my best friends the next week. Yes, he was the inspiration for one of the characters in my latest novel.
Needless to say, I haven’t felt like writing for a few weeks. That will change soon. On a good note, I just received a wonderful review of “The Art of Raising Hell” from Readers’ Favorites. If you’re not familiar with them, please check it out.
Hello Folks, I am proud to announce the official release of my second novel “The Art of Raising Hell” through Dark Alley Press. It’s a coming of age story about small town teenagers who learn to chase after life instead of being chased by it. The paperback and ebook are available through Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, Smashwords, and other venues. I plan on having an audiobook available sometime in July for those of you who prefer to listen to books. Feel free to post reviews online and spread the word to your friends, neighbors, people you meet on the streets, you name it. I hope you enjoy it.
You’ll find plenty of idioms and catch phrases like this one in my new novel, “The Art of Raising Hell.” I wanted the narrator to be known for his one-liners and favorite sayings. After all, when you spice up the conversation, it gives it more flavor, right? Sorry, I just had to throw that one in there too.
But it is the moment of truth for me. It’s that short span of time in between finishing my novel and having it unleashed into the world for reviewers and critics to analyze, dissect and regurgitate. That calm before the storm, that deep breath before the plunge… Alright, enough is enough. I’ll stop.
I see why many writers consider each novel their own children. You do bring them into the world, watch them grow from simple ideas into elaborate stories and then release them into the wild for others to enjoy. It’s scary and exuberant at the same time.
This weekend, I estimate that I sent out around 100 requests for book reviews to bloggers. Mind you, that is no easy task. First, you have to find them. They’re kind of like dandelions that pop up in the yard. One day they’re there and available, the next day they’re gone. Most book bloggers are bombarded with thousands of requests so it’s understandable that they want to raise the drawbridge and close the shutters every once in a while. I can’t blame them.
Anyway, I’m going to sit back now with a glass of wine, or a beer, or maybe both, and enjoy my moment of truth as long as I can before it becomes either my Woodstock or my Waterloo.
…it’s not. It’s the book cover of my new novel “The Art of Raising Hell”. I’m loving what the publisher did considering “raising hell” is not a concept you can easily visualize. The colors scream “optimism”, “youthfulness” and “passion.” Once you’ve read my book, you’ll understand why they are perfect.
The boy jumping over the fire speaks for itself and couldn’t describe the theme any better. I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear your feedback. The novel will be published on May 19, 2015.