
Art from the Interwebs

Art from the Interwebs

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Having friends, selectivity readers, and editors from a widely diverse background really helps writing accurate fiction. In my life, I have earned degrees in business, sociology, and computer science; my social circles looks like a Venn diagram with historic reenactors, D&D role players, and fiber art enthusiasts (especially embroidery, with a side of calligraphy and medieval illumination); I have worked as a teacher, tax preparer, and politician along with many other jobs in a lot of different industries, often more than one at a time. Plus unpaid side quests as a CPR instructor and adoring space exploration. (Oh, did I forget to mention writing, editing, book reviews, and small press publishing? I figured this website kind-of give that part away.)
This varied background means I often go “hold up, I need to do a little bit of research” when I am editing, then return with “FACT CHECK: here’s what I found.”
Having beta readers different from your personal background helps craft a more accurate picture of the world. Having specialists you can text with “Where can a person be shot with an arrow and still run for about three miles? How about if they are a werewolf and the arrowhead is silver?” or Facebook message with “So how do moon cycles ACTUALLY work? And what do you mean solar eclipses can only happen during the New Moon?”
My most recent Fact Check for an edit was CPR. Like I said, I was a CPR-First Aid instructor, something I did voluntarily for over a decade. I’ve been lucky enough never to have needed to administer CPR-Rescue Breathing in my life, but I have taught people who have used these skills in the real world.
And Fiction gets it wrong SO MUCH!!!!
Editing Rant activated.
Let’s start with the TV shows. How many times actors perform CPR on a BED!!! Look, you do compressions on a bed, the body is going to bounce up and down on the springs. Nothing is going to be compressed. Either put a body board under the body – and I say BODY because you only do CPR when there is no heartbeat. No heartbeat, no living person, … that is a dead body. – or you move the body to the floor or other flat hard surface.
Also on TV, the medical staff always “break” their elbows. The elbows are bent.
If you are doing compressions, the arms are stiff, and you have your shoulders and body above your hands and you push down with your whole body weight onto the body. You are falling on their chest basically with stiff arms. The effort on your part, after gravity does its thing with your weight compressing the ribcage, is lifting back up. Anyone who does pushups know the control fall is as exhausting as the push-up. Compressions are going to tire you out.
Now I will give the TV shows and Movies the elbow bend because you don’t want to perform CPR on a living person; no actor wants to go through that. It falls in the same category as the fact Movies and TV shows they never show the full vows during a marriage ceremony. Some things just aren’t done: perform CPR on a guest-actor or marry your co-actor on film.
Now onto books I have read or edited.
In one book, a group of three college students were electrocuted. Another person enters the room and is able to perform CPR and rescue breathing on all three people by themselves and revive all three people.
Uh, no.
Do you know how much effort it takes to do compressions, while also doing rescue breathing? Do you know how long you need to do both before it is effective? Not the typical TV, 15 seconds with three-to-five compressions and two breaths! I give TV a pass because of time limitations of the medium, but a book has all the time in the world. Three bodies needing CPR isn’t a quick fix.
If you are going to do CPR, figure you will be at it for minutes. The rule is once you start, you continued until you are relieved or you cannot physically do it anymore. Call 911 BEFORE you start. Because those “minutes” you are going to be at it is the ambulance response time for your area.
Back to the Editing Rant: Then there is the constant … and I do mean constant … “I feel a faint heartbeat, so I need to perform CPR.”
NOPE … no-no-no NO!!!
Again CPR is to restart the heart. You got a heartbeat, you are good. CPR is only done on dead people who were recently alive, to remind the body what it felt like to have a heartbeat and to be breathing.
Faint heartbeat – no CPR.
No heartbeat – then it is CPR time.
I ain’t got time to teach the world this fact one writer at a time.
So let me recommend something here. Take a CPR and First Aid course. American Red Cross, American Heart Association, OSHA training, whatever your country offers. Just take it. While the life you save likely won’t be your own, it may be a niece or nephew who fell in the pool, it may be a grandmother you are visiting, it may be a co-worker massaging the left side of their chest during a stressful meeting.
Or it could be you are able to write about CPR, rescue breathing, and basic first aid bandaging more accurately in your books.
Go! Get training.
I’m tired of editing this. It’s basic life knowledge. Or should be. Make it so.
Rant over.

Today, I have an edit in, this time line editing / copy editing. It’s my third day going through it, and I have two more days with it. A-to-Z is hard when you are focused on other people’s words.
Line editing is the editing pass concentration on the paragraph and sentence level, and falls between developmental editing (the big picture story stuff – and my favorite type of edit to do for other people) and proofreading (the nitty gritty punctuation and verb tense stuff from English class). English class covered big picture stuff – picking up themes and logic and characters; and it also covered the nitty gritty with language structure and sentence diagrams. Line editing is a mystical land in-between no one really knows about.
I’ve covered topics like the power of paragraph breaks, fact checking (especially distances), varying sentences structure to keep things lively, integrating dialogue and narrative, etc. Also word choices. Making them powerful, make them match the genre.
Spell them right.
Okay that last one, spelling, is proofreading, but I try to catch as much as I can when I am line editing. Choosing the right word is harder than you think because of homonyms.
I need to rant on homonyms.
I’ve been editing for over a month now. I’m working on book seven and so.many.homonyms. The real evil thing about homonyms are they are actual words; spellcheck WON’T find them. Having a computer or friend read your story aloud WON’T find them because they sound the same as the word you should have used. The only way to catch these monsters is with trained human eyes and still some of these buggers are going to slip through. It’s why I start marking them during the line-editing even though it is a proofreading thing. Maybe between the two passes we can catch these nightmares in our net.
The standards: too/to/two and they’re/their/there and it’s/its.
The all-time winner (found in half of the books I edit)!
I reigned in my anger. (I reined in my anger.)
Reign – is to rule / Rein – Guild-line type things on horse which control movement
Old standbys:
I waited with baited breath for the authors to learn. (I waited with bated breath for the authors to learn.)
Baited – using small pieces of food to catch bigger things / Bated – short of abated, meaning stopped or reduced
I bare the burden of too many words. (I bear the burden of too many words.)
Bare – uncovered / bear – to carry
I gave the writer a peace of my mind. (I gave the writer a piece of my mind.)
Peace – a quiet time or situation / Piece – a part
The son rose and set before the edit was done today. (The sun rose and set before the edit was done today.)
Son – male offspring / Sun – the big burning day-moon
What a fowl situation. (What a foul situation.)
Fowl – animal in the bird family / foul – offensive to the senses
New and interesting ones:
Over the coarse of time, I learned my lesson. (Over the course of time, I learned my lesson.)
Coarse – rough surface / Course – a path
Pity the retch editing other people’s books. (Pity the wretch editing other people’s books.)
Retch – to gag / Wretch – be pathetic
Words closely related to homonym issues to watch out for:
Lighting / lightning / lightening (glows / storm / color changes)
Than / then (comparison of quality / time order)
I could go on all day, but let me end with one that blue (blew) my mind a few years ago. The author used each of these words twice in the manuscript. Once for each with the word spelled right, and once each with the homonym. Yes I fond them that time … but, no, I don’t always find – I can’t find – everything. Homonyms are hard to find, am I write (right)?


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I hate my life.
I have never sung so long for anyone in my life. Not even the one person in my Composer line who died since I became the Diva; he had been forty-two when the heart attack took him. Rosalynn is ninety-six. At some point, someone had turned on the light for the conference room. The sun had set long ago. Tears pour from my eyes, soaking my work blouse.
For sorrow and grief and loss.
For greatness and compassion; sympathy and determination.
For pain.
From exhaustion.
At last the keening drops to how she will die. Quietly, at home, holding her husband’s hand. The last words she will hear is how much he loves her.
The wail ends. In two days, the lady I and my sisters just sang for will pass beyond the veil.
Damn she had accomplished a lot for a peanut farmer’s wife.
The song is finally done.
I collapse.
Someone catches me before I hit the soft beige carpet.
How?
Why?
No one should be stupid enough to be here. In a room where a banshee is singing.
I had been looking forward to falling on the carpet. I never had had carpet before at the end of a wail. Falling on linoleum hurts. The carpet had looked so soft when I had snuck in here.
I try to focus my eyes on the face, squinting through the tears and exhaustion. The room swims around black eyes. The thin red line beneath them moves, but my ears aren’t working after being exposed to a banshee wail for so long. We are not immune to our own magic. Hence reason number one of why I hate my life. Insanity runs through banshee lines like the Dublin Marathon. I wonder what the person said.
A cloth runs over my face, drying it. I sniffle to get a scent. My eyes aren’t clear enough to see death right now, and I certainly can’t hear the person’s life song the way my ears feels all pressured-and-hurting. Smell is the easiest, but all I smell is snot. They hold the cloth over my nose after my sniffle, so I blow on it like a five-year old child. I feel the vibration from them talking against my skin before they lay me the super soft floor. Oh, to have money for this type of carpet in my studio apartment.
I practice breathing. I hum a note and it HURTS. No talking tomorrow.
At least, it is a Saturday.
Maybe I will be able to talk by Monday.
I’d hate to use sick leave the first week I qualify for it.
The person comes back and starts cleaning my face and neck with wet paper towels, and the cool wet slimy things feel absolutely wonderful.
I might be running a fever.
When the person lifts me up to a sitting position, I grab an arm to steady myself against the dizzy of blown out eardrums as they turn my head down so I only see the arm.
A male arm clad in really, really nice fabric. Like fabric that only comes in custom-made suits. Oops. Someone from the fifth floor.
Well, duh, I am on the fifth floor. Of course it would be one of the insurance company’s administrators. I am so going to quit from embarrassment. And I just finished my ninety-day probation!
(In case you are wondering, because people ask banshees these types of questions all the time, yes, a person can die of embarrassment. It is extremely rare, but we have a tune for it so it happened at least once.)
Are they…???
Ick…he is licking my ear!
Tongue in ear, gross.
I try to pull away, but he has a firm grip on my jaw and turns me so he can lick my other ear.
Lick INSIDE my other ear!
Oh god, oh god, oh god … wait, I can hear me whining!
That’s new.
I thought I would be deaf for a while. It’s a common-side effect after banshees use their powers. Like not being able to talk. We all learn sign language at a young age. More for others, when our voices drop into the death wail cords, but it has other uses too.
He lets go of my face and just supports my shoulders. I can squirm but breaking his grip is out of the question.
Now banshees aren’t the strongest of the supernaturals, in fact we are WAY down on that list, but we are still stronger than normal humans. Okay, maybe not me right now, exhausted as I am, physically, magically. I still can’t focus the eyes, and I can’t hear the person’s living song even though I can hear the building’s heat kicking in.
But I think I am calm enough that I am not longer crying. No, I am not certain; I’m exhausted, okay? I sniff again.
Ash, soil, stone. Specifically, crematory ash, grave soil, and tomb stone. Ash, soil, and stone smell different once death touches them.
Vampire.
Lugh-bless-it, he is one of the owners or progenies thereof.
Forget retirement, I will earn that embarrassment death tune for myself. I blush as only a redhead of Irish descent can.
I hate my life.
(words 875; first published 4/6/2025)
Ymir’s Songs series

C is for Content Creation. Without the big publishing’s marketing teams … and even with them, it is on the authors to create social engagement through content creation. This is on top of writing the books and the blurbs. On top of reading to learn the trade (nonfiction) and reading to find where the trade presently is in one’s genre (fiction). Now one has to figure out a way to engage an audience.
What works for you might not work for someone else. In fact, it might not continue to work for you. I have seen friends swear by Facebook ads … and then the ads stop working when FB changes their algorithm. Another friend mastered twitter with the perfect drop schedule to push people to buy books, until it became X. Others have done brisk business because of TikTok and its shop, until it became a “when will they actually shut it down”. Basically every two to three years you have to reinvent your marketing scheme in this industry. Kindle Unlimited right now is in a failing spiral as Amazon keeps paying their creators less and less.
Now my colleagues are exploring Discord, Substack, and Patreon for additional income generation. Others continue to have success through Instagram and the good-old-fashion email’ed Newsletter.
Once a platform is found, the engagement can be behind-the-scenes, how-to-do what I do, fan art, or advance materials. All of this takes away from making the actual books and the day-job to put food on the table.
What do I do?
Yes, that is a whole lot of stuff and all of it takes away for writing. But all of it is CREATION, which is very satisfying.





