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Still free, 3.5 readers. Just click. Please download a free copy and if you like, leave a review. Come on, earn your keep around here, nerds.
Hey 3.5 readers.
Your old pal BQB here. My big book of Badass Writing Prompts is free all this week on Amazon.
Free. Gratis. You pay zilch, zero, nada. So, if you want to help keep the lights on around here, all you need do is go and download a copy, for free, and that’s it. Leave a review and you’d be helping a lot but otherwise, just give me a download to add to my states.
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Hey 3.5.
BQB here.
“Show, don’t tell.” It’s the number one rule of writing. Trust your reader. Show what’s going on…and you won’t need to tell them.
It’s the difference between grabbing attention and in so doing, getting the point across, or just lecturing in a boring college class style.
The New York Times ran a “Nazi Next Door” story, dubbed “A Voice of Hate in America’s Heartland” by Richard Fausset.
The story chronicles the life of a young man in his mid-20s. He’s recently married. He and his wife shop at Target. He likes Seinfeld and pop culture and oh, yeah, he’s a white nationalist.
Critics were quick to get up the Times’ butt and look I’ll be the first to criticize the Times or any other paper because journalism on the whole is on the decline. However, the criticism that came at the times is that this story “normalizes” Nazi-ism, racism, etc by talking about this guy as though he is just a normal guy misses the point.
The point, in my opinion, when you read the article, seems to be that one should be very afraid that there are seemingly normal people like the subject of this article – on the outside they get married, they go shopping, they watch TV, they do all sorts of normal things but in their spare time, they pursue activities in racist organizations so…yeah.
Like, a Nazi with a swastika tattooed on his forehead wearing a German WW2 helmet and a Hitler mustache waving a “Heil Hitler” flag should scare you….but at least you can see that guy coming. You can spot him from a mile away and step to the other side of the street.
The guys that are, by all outward appearances, normal, who blend in and engage in the usual activities but, oh yeah, they also are actively involved in racist movements…those should scare you even more…because that guy could be shopping right next to you in the store or what have you and maybe you know him, trust him, what have you and then boom…he’s not what you thought he was. He was a white nationalist all along.
That’s what I took away from the story. Be very afraid of the “Nazi next door” the evil dude that might be under your nose plotting evil doings and you might not know about it until it’s too late.
People, you’ve got to get smarter. The Times showed. They didn’t tell. I read it. I got the point. If you thought they needed to slap a big banner on the article, “Hey in case you missed it this guy is a racist!” – you missed the point. The point is there may be a lot of people who hold themselves out to the world as normal but in the meantime they pursue evil activities.
At any rate, I don’t believe the Times meant to say, “This guy is a great guy! He’s super normal!” They meant to say, “Um, it’s a little creepy that there are guys like this who at a first glance appear normal and you wouldn’t know what their up to just by looking at them…”
Learn to read with an eye for the point.
Discuss.
I’ve ventured into science fiction, 3.5 readers. “The Last Driver,” my testosterone fueled tribute to 1984 and Fast and Furious, is set in a world where self-driving cars are the norm. That seems like a boon to the intrusive dictatorship, the One World Order. What better way to keep tabs on the citizenry than to have their cars report where everyone is going?
In a world where everyone has forgotten how to drive, the last man who remembers how is ready to start trouble.
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Hey 3.5 readers.
Are you participating in National Novel Writing Month?
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Hey 3.5 readers. I hate to turn into that guy who begs for money like a common hobo panhandler but I’ve seen others do it successfully and have been wondering if I have been leaving money on the table that could help the Bookshelf Battle Enterprise.
What say you? Has anyone out there been able to use Kickstarter or Patreon successfully?
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Do you want to write like me? Well, you can’t. The only way you could conceivably ever be able to write like me would be to invent a time machine and arrange for Ernest Hemingway to bang Jane Austen and somehow become the resulting love child.
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You know, 3.5 readers, I’m not trying to guilt you but I do have expenses here at BQB HQ. I have to keep the moat stocked with toilet gators to keep zombies and solicitors at bay. I have to keep my yeti cage electrified. I need to scrape the barnacles off my feet. Seriously. This place is hemorrhaging money.
So help me by putting your finger in my financial dyke and buy your copy today. If you can’t afford 99 cents then take stock of your life choices and stop drinking and get a job so that you can afford a copy of my fine book.
Thank you, 3.5 readers.
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