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his is a Note from yesterday, re-written. The original had too many mentions of "I". They are all gone, now, every one of them. The piece is now third-person, very close.

The Omelet House is Old Las Vegas.
         The surrounding neighborhood is residential and professional. Lawyers to the left, doctors to the right. Old money in big piles behind the high walls of the Scotch Eighties, old money in smaller piles on the adjacent square miles.
         Sited middlin' within the city limits in the Sixties half of a cozy strip mall, the place closes in the mid-afternoon. Omelets, not omelettes. Not quiche, not shallowly disdaining quiche. It use to be on the menu, among more savory choices, maybe still is.
         A single diner takes his seat with a trade paperback, Kipling's first Jungle Book. It needs a few minutes to turn up a fluffy tasty egg meal. The Bugsy Siegel, of Italian roast beef, mozzarella and sour cream, is death on a plate, and the way to go if we must. Order by number, sixteen, like you've been here a few times.
         The waiter expresses polite interest. No, he's only seen the movie. One of them. It is not a strange thing in this homey place to read aloud from a beguiling classic.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

         Found revered in a fairy tale and the Fourth Amendment, the ideal is rightly called universal.
         The waiter is single. He has two nieces. He accepts the book, to read to them at bedtime. It's a separate transaction, he is paid a fair cash tip. Then it's off to the bookstore for another carry-with copy. Hardbound, the Collected Works stay on the shelf, safe at home.
         Feed the zeitgeist.

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just told this story to a friend.
         I carried a trade paperback copy of Kipling's The Jungle Book into the Omelet House this morning. Two of the staff took note, so I read aloud from the Laws of the Jungle. Everybody has seen the movie, one of the three made so far. Nobody has read the book, with its grace notes of poetry.
         Sixth Verse, that I read aloud --
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

         Delightful! Better yet, it rings with the Fourth Amendment. The Law begins with a preamble in verse.
         I gave the book to my waiter (and a cash tip, never fear), so that he could read to his nieces. I was headed to the bookstore, anyway, so I spent another five bucks to replace it.
         I left the repple in the truck. I keep a Collected Works, hardbound on-shelf.
         Feed the zeitgeist.

This may be my last.
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tyle Review of Highcountryauthor's "I Love You No Matter What ...", excerpted

 I Love You No Matter What - Chapter 1-10  (13+)
A novel of a high school girl facing emotional abandonment, tragedy, love and forgiveness.
#2235901 by Highcountryauthor


A troubled daughter-father relationship.

Review of "I Love You No Matter What - Chapter 1-10"





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tyle Review of
 The Color of Resiliency  (E)
The intro page for my novel.
#2231710 by laurafu

Review of "The Color of Resiliency"

Memoir noir.


thank you:)
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Excerpted from recent email exchange:
I have decided to cut my Portfolio back to ten items and to scale back to the minimum ...
... (It) occurred to me that I would be embarrassed if RAOK stepped in and wasted points on me.
... I learned about something literary agents call a "CP" -- a critique partner. And then about beta readers. And more. But it was only then that the odd thing happened. I began to figure out the Runoffs, and to add solid material. For the first time in my writing life, I can see the (way through).

Reply (exc.):
I hope you are telling everyone goodbye. Post a note on your newsfeed as well, like at least a day or 2 before you go.

₩icked₩itↄӇ of The₩eb, please pass the word to RAOK. I am not in need of rescue.
         I'm not leaving. I'm only scaling back. But the Runoffs is not here, and that is where I will find myself.


The Runoffs, up to date.


 Sugar -- A Tale of the Runoffs(4)  (18+)
Chapter Four: Purdah and Minerva
#2173665 by runoffscribe
 Sugar -- A Tale of the Runoffs(50)  (13+)
Concert: The Volunteer Corpse, A Non-Attorney Spokesperson, Minerva Alarmed, Band Intros
#2235246 by runoffscribe
 Sugar -- A Tale of the Runoffs(99)  (GC)
Morphine and Siluria
#2172113 by runoffscribe

The "Concert" piece is a draft, complete at the end and the beginning. The abs need some work. I hope you like the shout-outs and the easter eggs. This chapter fits just ahead of the climax of the tale.

(99) fits in just after the climax. Rather than "I'm not ...", the slug line should read Morphine and Siluria. She's a g-r-r-l for real.
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ow and then, I fall in love with a cliche. The relationship changes us both.

Two characters are trying to break into a proprietary OS:
         "What's that? What's it doing?"
         "That is a loy. It's a kind of probe, it can come off of a spellchecker, a search box ... "
         "A 'loy', you said?"
         "An old Irish word for a shovel. That's what you get when you make a geek take liberals arts. And it'll take us five times as long while they keep getting in the way. We have to spike the intermediate processes."
         "Not the requesting apps!"
         "Just the daemons. First, we kill all the loyers."

A killer makes up his mind:
         I kick open the car door. His eyes in the mirror go wide. "Turn on the radio." I pull the tip of the silencer back from his shining scalp.
         "Huh?"
         "The radio, dammit. Turn it on."
         "C'mon, man. This never happened, I already forgot your face --"
         "Loud!"
         He moves by the spasm.
         As the plastic trim under my knuckles begins to vibrate, I lean close. "Now close your eyes."
         His shoulders heave in a sigh. In the mirror, I see his eyelids drop. It's something we all know, shooters like us, that it's better this way.
         The springs under the car are stiff. It doesn't wobble as I slip out, plant my feet on the macadam. I leave him waiting for the bullet. He'll figure it out when he gets older.

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nce in a while, I trip over something that was underfoot all along.
         WinOS has always had undocumented features. These usually reside behind key combinations that Microsoft, for arcane reasons of its own, does not elucidate in tutorials or help files. But sometimes, having tiptoed three hundred three (thousand) or so taps at the old 101-keyboard ...
         I do a lot of Ctrl-C/V/X/Z. I'm no touch-typist. This morning, when I typoed Win-V, I found something I have been missing for years. The Windows clipboard.
         Those of us who go back to Win98, or even 3.1, may remember when the clipboard was just a click to the right. Hold the pelvic thrust. (Yes, that's a callback to the Rocky Horror ...) For a writer, with our recurring need to manipulate text up to the size of a small document, the clipboard is a block of Cuboo~18 WDC years oldholes (bad writer! *wrist slap* BAD!) that can save kilos of keystrokes and tens of typos.
         Windows' "hot" keys are, as most of us know, Ctrl, Win, Alt and Tab. That yields three hundred sixty-eight potential hot-key combos. Mix in the Shift key and you have just as many triple key combos.
         Ctrl-Alt, Ctrl-Tab ... I know. For now, I am pushing down hard on the lid of that one of Pandora's undocumented boxes.
         I mean to test all of the two-key combos. For those that yield results, I will the try the triple.
         You'll be the first (and last) to know if I hit upon the keys to doomsday.
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tyle Review of
 Passions Transcending  (13+)
A supernatural tale of love
#2221063 by The Puppet Master


Come to think of it, what happens to Mrs. Mistofelees?

Review of "Passions Transcending"

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have begun to write boilerplate language into my reviews.
         I started talking about formatting several reviews ago. I think this says it best --

My routine formatting spiel. For greater readability, I recommend you upgrade your linespacing to a value of "1.4". Single-space throughout. Reserve double-spacing for breaks within a chapter. Indent from the second paragraph onward. This is the library-edition "bestseller" standard. This review is also a sample.

         I also wrote a simple macro, free for all, to use or not --

{linespace:1.4}{size:3.5}
{dropcap}{/dropcap}
{indent}
{indent}For notes on formatting, spelling and punctuation: {note:567788}
{/size}{/linespace}

         Finally, I might trend acerbic on faults of punctuation and spelling. There are apps for that. They are not perfect, but neither am I. One of us for whom I did a review told me that he found an app which even gives style tips. O-kay.
         That app may be found at the following link:


         This checker is strictly online. Copy-and-paste your text into the box. You may choose American or British English. Select "CHECK" and the online utility responds quite quickly at word counts over eighteen hundred. Do not select the "DEEP CHECK" option at word counts above five hundred. This option sends you to grammarly.com, and it burns time. Go directly, or better yet, download Grammarly at no cost.
         All in all, I will graciously concede that spellcheck and Grammarly have driven me out of the proofreading business. It is now a hobby.
         Thank Gha-aw-awd ...

Lol. I use a bigger font and linespace after receiving several requests for easier online reading.

Punctuation though...hahahahahahaha *Rolling*

Avoid my port. I try, I swear. I'm learning.
Glad I'm not the only one who breathes commas, prettypoetry!

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tyle Review of JJ Del's Weirdo #1


So Harry Morgan asked, "Send an e-mail?", and Jack Webb said ...

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here is a certain fidelity to wisdom. It may seem naive, if not purblind. It works like electricity -- the visible results are spectacular.
         Two and one-half centuries after they were laid in iron gall, the first five words of the Bill of Rights are with me. "Congress shall make no law ..."
         Give me a quiet weekend at the Capitol and my rotary tool set. I'll make sure every self-serving one of them gets a reminder carved into her-or-his desk in the Chamber. Starting, of course, with a dropcap.
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tyle Review of Victoria Lampini's "Marineman (Treasures of Millenia)"


One to grow on.