Readers Aren’t Stupid

Black and White Godzilla

They’re not. Although you’d never know it the way some authors write. It’s frustrating and I keep finding myself wanting to say, or actually saying, “Well, duh!” Or something much more specific laced with words I probably shouldn’t use in a public (semi-public?) forum. Let’s look at a simple example: The young mother surveyed the room. Her daughter’s clothes were strewn across the floor, the desk was piled high with plates of dried food and empty cans of Red Bull. The television was blaring from the corner, but Emma’s eyes were glued to her phone, earbuds jammed in place,…

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Bzzzz

Author in white bee suite inspecting a frame of bees with reproduction.

As I believe I may have mentioned in a previous post or two, my wife and I keep bees. I have difficulty, however, calling us beekeepers. “Beekeeper” sounds so all-encompassing. Like a 24/7 kind of thing. Always on alert, always keeping our eyes peeled, ready for anything. Keeping those bees safe from harm, never wavering from the task. Diligence! Like if you were an old-time lighthouse keeper. Blink an eye and you’ve got a pileup on that submerged reef. We are in no way that obsessed. Yeah, we keep bees, but we do other stuff too. My head isn’t…

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