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Writing Exercise: When You Don’t Know Everything

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Recently, I had an author reach out to me frustrated with a story they were writing. They had a story idea about cake making (with magic – it is a popular them right now), but they are not a subject matter expert. They tried watching videos and read research materials but got buried in the jargon for the tools and the ingredients. They tried reaching out to subject matter experts but said “they ghosted me after a few exchanges for some reason.” They don’t want to write something if someone who know more about it will call foul.

I wrote back the following:

That sounds frustrating. Here are a few ways to work around the issue, most of which you have attempted, but let me go over them in order they should usually be attempted:

One) Research the topic. In this case, like everything with specialists, the industry has created a vocabulary which will add a realistic flavor to the story. This vocabulary is short-hand for things the work must do repeatedly. For examples, doctors say blood draw or drop an IV line, which are two very different tasks – but all the patient sees is a nurse sticking in a needle. But the short hand, including CCs and liquid and pressure all let the doctors explain something in a sentence that someone outside the industry would take entire pages with diagrams to define. But facing vocabulary short-hand, jargon, can make doing research rough. You don’t want to earn a degree on cake-making, you just want to write a story with it as part of the background, setting the story in a real world situation.

Two) Once you have done the preliminary research, you talk to experts. You need to know the basic, otherwise you are wasting your time and theirs – so do the research first. You can contact them via email or other method, but they aren’t getting paid money for helping so after the initial *wow factor** wears off (where they are getting “paid” in enjoyment of sharing their love), they are done. Best to only contact experts once you know what questions you need to ask – limited to two or three questions. Think about if someone asked you about how to write, how long would you be willing to give free advice. Would you prefer specific question or a general “how-to”. Me, I would send a general how-to question to the web location. (This was a gentle way of pointing out why they got “ghosted” after “a few” exchanges – it isn’t their job to teach you anything. One small set of clear questions and one follow-up, that is all you get. And remember even that much is a kindness.)

Three) Better yet, after beginning research (if it isn’t enough), Gain Actual Life Experience – take a trip, make the thing, attend a class, witness a creator. This can get expensive, both time and money-wise. It makes senses for novels, but not for short stories. I did drive to a location about 30 minutes away for a short story I was creating.

Four) Remember the story isn’t about the background setting, in this case cake-making. It is about the emotions and action, the characters and the plot, the cake-making is only a vehicle to carry it forward. If you are writing non-fiction, then you will need to know all the ends and outs of cakemaking, but you are writing genre fiction. You can dodge a lot of the expertise knowledge. Mercy Thompson (see Moon Called by Patricia Briggs) is a mechanic; she tells us the type of car, basic problems the car is known for, the fact she has grease (or doesn’t) on her hands, etc. Do we know what part was replaced? No. Many Urban Fantasy writers have their characters be gun experts; but mostly we readers see them load guns and place them on their person – the writer doesn’t need to know everything about guns. What do you need to know to make the cake-making feel believable? During research on youtube or tiktok or whatever social media you are using, what are the common themes – fine cake flour everywhere, temperature control in an oven, how finicky the cake icing is in high humidity. What do THEY think is important to share with an audience? Where does their reality touch people outside their industry? Those are the point to use. You don’t need to know how to make a cake. Most books I read with bakers as characters talk about getting up early, gathering ingredients, mixing, rolling out the dough, letting it rise, then baking it. Do I know that they are doing with the yeast mixture, or how long they have to mix to get the strong protein bonds so that the yeast creates fluffy air pockets but not so much that the air cannot push its way in for the air holes? No. The STORY doesn’t need that detail. I just need ENOUGH of the reality. They are rolling the dough while complaining about the landlord they are falling in love with; they are covered in flour because the salamander jumped out of the oven and they had to battle it back into the heating element to finish their day’s baking.

Always remember to focus on the story.

Final advise, just write out the story with what you know and put in the places where you think you need more cake details a note to circle back to later and what you are trying to accomplish with it. (Put cake detail here – use as metaphor of moist air making the icing too wet to grief making the emotions too raw.) (Put cake detail here – angry to calm as focus on work.) Get your zero draft written. Then come back for the first drafting pass and add in the cake detail notes; you may find that the details you thought you needed can be approached a different way. Or you may find you just need answers to three very specific questions from an expert. Or that now that you have the questions written out, you can shape a Google search to answer that question easily.

WRITING EXERCISE: When you know know everything. Write a 500-word story where you are NOT a subject matter expert. Use any or all the techniques above. Bonus points if you leverage the final one (write out the story and add notations of where expertise will be added later).

My Attempt: Jacks and Sleds (1/18/2026) is a steampunk story with an engine repair. Do I know ANYTHING about steam engines? I do not. But I do know how to Google search on a steam engine diagram and I saw “rod” prominently featured and a “crankshaft”. I knew I wanted my MC to fix the engine and I knew those thing break, so I used the jargon. Steampunk feel achieved.

“But what if someone understands how steam engines work and says it isn’t real.” – It is SANTA’S sleigh…being pulled by jackalopes. I think we are a little beyond what is real at this point. All it has to do is feel real enough.

 

Book Review: Pogue One

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Pogue One (Anthology – see author details below)

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The purpose of this anthology is not to denigrate pogues. On the contrary, we felt their representation in fiction (military SF or otherwise) a bit lacking. What about the kid with the thirty-pound brain locked away in the vault, like in Gene Rowley’s tale of a lance corporal in the Cyber Corps? The medical ninjas who’re willing to move heaven and earth to save one more life feature prominently in K. Anders’s story. Chris DiNote shows us there are worse things lurking within the depths of the military machine than mere pogues. In “The Troll,” Jim Curtis reminds us that the hardest working folks in the military just may be the apes whose job is to keep aircraft in the sky. Wrapping up our ensemble of storytelling is Liska McCabe, who reminds us that no matter the MOS, we all endure check-out in the end.

 

MY REVIEW

Raconteur Press is single-handedly attempting to bring back the (1) anthology, (2) the pulp anthology, (3) short story goodness. In 2025 they are attempting to publish 25 short story anthologies. If you have been hungering for good pulp anthologies – from fantasy to detective noir to cats in space, they got you covered.

Pogue One feed my particular love of support-staff of the military. Instead of the man in the mechsuit taking names of aliens on a star-flung planet, I want to know about the people that (1) built the suit, (2) maintain the suit in the field, and (3) arrange the logistics to get the suit from point A to the infantry wearing them at point B. Yes the TIP of the spear is interesting, but there is a whole lot of spear and very little tip and the tip wouldn’t reach where it does without the spear shaft. (I really need to write some military-support stories. But fortunately, in the meantime, other people have wrote some!)

Overall, Pogue one delivers as promised. Pogue stories! Being an anthology, some are great and some are good.

Breakdown by story with a short review of each
1. A Dzar Wars Story by K. Anders – Medtech are used to keeping others alive, less so, themselves. (4 star)
2. To the Letter by S.J. Fazekas – Public relations. Love, following orders, and meeting mission goals – you can have any two, but not all three. What is a public relations officer to do? (Loss of stars for weight hate, 2 star)
3. F$%n Guard Guys! – Finances. Nepotism and Old Guard vs. Bean Counters; both combatants waging war through the old boy network and budget line items. Who will win? (3 star)
4. Unsung heroes of Cyber Corps by E.G. Rowley – Computer maintenance. Remember to always report phishing emails to security promptly. (3 star)
5. Big Mama – Logistics usually is about getting shields to the right location; other times they are the only shield between disaster and the civilians. (4 1/2 star). This is the story I want expanded into a full novel and get an expanded ending. Yes, complete story, but I want what is next!!!
(UPDATE!!! – full length novel – A Kiss from Damocles (book 1) is available. Set in the same world, but not the same characters. Still, I get to find out what is next.)
6. Forge of Hephaestus by William Meinert – Analyst (taking all the data collected and teasing out the secrets). The military is always looking for the right tool for the right job, but when technology advances, can old tools be used again? (2 stars – I personally hate the friend zone trope. Other than that, the story is great.)
7. Bits and Parts by Josh Hill – Maintenance Tech. When a gutter rat gets inside the fence, can the Master Gunnery Sergeant save him before the dangers outside the base and the dangers inside the base find out exactly what the rat can do? (5 star)
8. Chow Hall – Installation Techs. They say know your enemy, but it also pays to know your allies. (5 star)
9. The Troll by J.L. Curtis – Machinists. God bless the reservists brining their specialties to the services. (4 star – note, technical heavy)
10. Moto-Morphosis by Liska McCabe – Accountant. Accountability during out-processing can be worse than the enemy. I am amused the last story of the anthology is about trying to turn in the equipment so a military member can leave. (3 star)

Overall, a broad range of skills covered.

Other Cool Blogs: Children Non-Fiction Recommendations


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Are you looking for children and YA books? Last year I recommended the blog booksyalove.com (May 22, 2025)  for a bunch of YA recommendation from a librarian. I have found another librarian site, this time for children and I love the mix of diverse reads among the options. For the A-to-Z challenge in 2025, Christina Dankert searched out Nonfiction picture books and about half of the 37 books she covered would qualify as diverse reads – and she started strong with “A is for Activist.”

Reading is powerful. Seeing your history unfold in pictures can be lifechanging. Whether Ho’onani Hula Warrior or Queen of Physics: How Wu Chien Shiung Helped Unlock the Secrets of the Atom, a budding scientific dancer will have something new to learn (and maybe the parent as well). The full list of links for the books covered in the challenge can be found in the “A to Z Blog Challenge Reflection 2025” (cut and paste option: https://christinadankert.com/2025/05/03/a-to-z-blog-challenge-reflection-2025/ ). She also covered books for the 2024 challenge.

The extra wonderful thing about a librarian recommending books is it is highly likely the book is available in your local library. I have paged through her 37 recommendations and only one of the ones I was interested in reading wasn’t available through my local library; the other dozen or so have been added to my TBR pile. Yes, they are children books but they will widen my knowledge (non-fiction) without a big time commitment. If you follow me over on GoodReads (https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4918831.Erin_Penn) or StoryGraph (https://app.thestorygraph.com/profile/erin_penn), you should see some children picture book reviews pop up throughout the year.

BookQuotes: All I Want for Christmas is a Gargoyle

So many times in a book someone responds with “It’s complicated,” and that ends the conversation. This is the first time I read a response that I really liked to that.

Even better, the response is from a series I love by an author I adore: All I Want for Christmas is a Gargoyle by Liana Brooks

Flash: Fish Boy

Borrowed from the Interwebs

“Ledbetter, Presby. Fresh meat incoming.” The nonce glanced around the triple-berth in a split-second inspection. “It’ll do,” he banged the ‘lock edge in approval before he swam down the corridor to inform the other understaffed berths of new pilots arriving. They had been under zero g maneuvers for the last hour to match paths with the incoming staff-and-stuff ships.

“Time to roll out. Why don’t you go first?” offered Ledbetter to his wingman, while he tucked a picture into his quick-dress under vest.

Presby rolled out of his hammock-like bunk where they had been ordered to out of the way of the real sailors working the zero-g maneuvers. The sprawl of limbs to stop twists and torques, his brace to open his steamer, and his adorning of quick-dress took a simple handful of minutes. By unmodified human standards, Presby executed an elegant ballet of movement within microgravity, showing skills developed over three relative-years in space

Once Presby was dressed, Ledbetter did the same maneuvers in a quarter of the time, with Presby in the same space attempting to secure his bunk against the wall. Every rotation Presby needed to control, Ledbetter used to his advantage. A quick flick from Ledbetter’s foot pressed the bunk’s rail hard enough for Presby to twist the knob into place; Ledbetter let the push off from the rail to tuck his legs for positioning the hem loops under the boots which kept the pant lines of the quick-dress pants regulation straight. He landed by the airlock between their berth room and the corridor waiting for their nonce to return.

“Fish, I hate you,” Presby said, hanging sidewise to their one egress in the middle of the room.

Ledbetter smiled, “Come on unmod, bossman says we got fresh meat to tenderize.” He watched as Presby grasped one of the handles and pulled himself in the regulation up-down the regular unmods needed for orientation.

Presby had been broken of that three-dimensional limitation the first month of pilot training. Those that didn’t stop vomiting washed out and became simple sailors stuck inside the big belly beasts. Then Presby had passed muster for fighter training, something only one in a hundred pilots qualified for. He was as close to three-dimensional situational awareness as an unmodified human could get.

“Four relative-months setting up for them. They better be worth it,” Presby said.

“Nonce let me look through the profiles. One for red side is a birdman.”

“Of course red is getting that one.”

“You guys got me. It’s only fair.”

“Can you imagine a triple of natural three-D thinkers?” Presby got a far away look in his eyes. “If only they could drop the mod in after birth.”

“Modify to the planet, not to war.” Ledbetter quoted one of the Tenets of the Human Unity.

“And draft them all come war.” Presby snarked back the solider corollary, one of the several perverted adages the front-line men had developed from the high-brow political Tenets humanity had crafted since jumping to the stars.

Nonce Curtis swam back their way while the other two berths prepped for the receiving presentation. “Belay that chatter boys,” he ordered.

Kempler, the furthest away, who had been running simulations when zero-G had been announced, fell out into the corridor in his flight suit, with the blue strip of their squadron along the legs and arms of the suit. Pilots got a regulation exception, with flight suits treated as equal to quick-dress or anything less than full dress, and sometimes the brass let the fighter pilots have flight suits count as full dress if they at least tossed on their rank jacket with patches.

Elrod and D’Aunno came out of the middle berth. Each triple berth had room for the primary three of a triple flight, an alternate, and two trainees. Ledbetter was the First for his triple unit, D’Aunno was First for his, and Kempler was First by default for the last group, but nonce flew when they were understaffed and therefore was acting first. Kempler spent a lot of time in simulations trying to be worthy of being wingman to Twenty-Clash Curtis. Blue Wing at full staffing had twenty members. Nonce and his second, plus the full squad with alternatives and trainees. They had six.

Ledbetter knew the staff-and-stuff drop was about to double their numbers to twelve. Red, Yellow, and Green Wings after the last year’s battle had been equally stripped, and were about to be equally re-staffed. They would have two relative-months to get the new guys seaworthy as the Determination returned to the front lines. Ledbetter had been through fifteen cycles of picking up fresh meat, train, going to the front lines, getting blown to bits, and returning when the ship had bled out all the air, people, and replacement parts.

He touched his vest where the picture of him kissing his girl rested against his heart. Nearly nine relative-years in battle since leaving home. The draft demanding regular tribute from the mermaids of his planet. The perfect three-dimensional thinkers made perfect fighter pilots. Those below the surface tossed their throwbacks to the Unity draft, the ones whose modifications had failed, the ones lacking fins and gills like him, stuck between sky and sea. He, like an open clam, had dove at the Duty and Honor to keep the Galactic Incursion from crossing the line into humanity’s colonies.

And, most importantly, to swim among the stars like his brain had been built to do within a sea.

He didn’t know how many years had passed at home since he left. Misty’s last letter had caught up with him toward the end of his first relative-year; it had been bundled together with all her other letters in his first staff-and-stuff drop when he had returned from the front, the sole survivor of his Wing.

She had been dying at a hundred and fifteen; she had never received a single letter he had written her but had written him every year on his birthday faithful to him through two husbands and nine children, two of them his, born from the required donation so his home world wouldn’t lose his genetic diversity. They tweaked his kids enough they swam true.

He remembered Presby’s shock at discovering his “five-year contract” had been five relative-years and what it meant. He wondered how many of the new Fresh Meat would suffer a similar shock.

That the speed ship out, a quick five relative-days for them translated to fifteen years for most of the Unity.

That this Duty and Honor was a one-way trip.

That the front lines drafted until death do us part.

(words 1,104; first written 2/23/2026)

 

This was a Writer’s Group assignment: “A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words.” Write a 1,000 word story based on a randomly drawn picture. I got the above. Now I can’t ever do anything the easy way, so even though it is February and I had already decided to do a romance for whatever I drew, once I had that picture in hand it had to be anything EXCEPT for a romance. The story in my head was much more complicated with, space battles and the Fresh Meat guy discovering exactly what he had signed up for instead of me just telling what happened with Presby. But when I hit 500 words, I sped things up, and when I hit 940 words I did it again. Beside it is 10:30 pm and the group meets tomorrow. Today was it. Write or die. It is written – now I sleep.