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One size fits

The blathering idiot bought a ball cap at the store. It had the symbol and colors of his favorite team. He was proud of the cap and what it stood for. He felt he was part of something larger than himself.
Then he took the cap off and looked under the lip and saw a tag that read: One Size fits most.

The blathering idiot was upset. He had thought for sure that he had bought the deluxe model of this type of cap. It had cost him enough, and it even said “Limited Deluxe Edition” on another tag under the lip.

There was only one thing the blathering idiot could do: He immediately went to that store and demanded that they fix his purchase.

When ask what the problem was, the blathering idiot stammered: “The cap. It doesn’t fit all.”
The clerk, thinking the blathering idiot meant “at all,” asked him to try it on. The cap fit perfectly.
The blathering idiot immediately jumped to his feet, knocking the hat off.

“I am not in the all,” he said, and then he demanded to see the store manager.

Eventually, when the store manager came out to see him, the blathering idiot was clearly irritated. He shoved the tag up almost into the manager’s nose.

“This tag,” the blathering idiot said, “says one size fits most. It should say one size fits all.”

“But it won’t fit all,” the manager said. Then he asked, “Does it fit you?”

“That’s not the point. I paid for a one-size-fits-all hat of my favorite team, and instead I get a one-size-fit-most hat.”

After trying a few more times to convince the blathering idiot that as long as the hat fit, there shouldn’t be a problem, the manager reluctantly refunded the blathering idiot’s money.

As he left the store, the blathering idiot muttered, “How can I belong to something larger than myself when nothing is no longer one-size-fits all? What’s this world coming to?”

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A beautiful day

The blathering idiot had heard the weather forecast before he went to bed. He set his alarm to rise before the sun.

The next day, he arose, dressed in his best clothes, and went outside to run up and down the streets until he came to the edge of town. His calves hurt. He was not used to running in his good boots, but if he didn’t hurry, he would not make it in time.

The blathering idiot ran into the country until he came to a field at the bottom of the east ridge. He crossed the fence and raced, as fast and as hard as he could, up the ridge until he reached the top. The sun was already peaking above the ridge top. In the town below, people would be rising, stretching, yawning, and going to their windows to see the sunrise. As it rose more, he approached it and then, without saying anything, tried kicking it like a ball.

The sun continued rising. The blathering idiot continued kicking at it. He kicked more and more and more until the sun was up over his head like a bright balloon on its way to the heavens. He couldn’t understand. He was sure he had heard correctly. The weather forecaster had said “It will be unseasonably warm with a slight breeze, and sunshine from dawn to dusk. It will be a great day for Christmas shopping and a beautiful day to boot.”

The blathering idiot’s calves sized up and he fell down.

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The trunk

The blathering idiot went to the zoo to see the elephant’s trunk. He got so close, the elephant dropped a load of hay and elephant snot on him.

The blathering idiot then went home, took a shower, and pulled out his trunk to get some fresh clothes to wear. He did not select his swimming trunks.

He then gathered up his elephant-snot encrusted clothes and put them in the trunk of his car to take to the Laundromat. He did not want to wash these clothes at home.

While watching his clothes spin round and round, the blathering idiot tried to figure out why the elephant’s trunk was in the front, his car’s truck was in the back, and his clothes trunk was usually in the closet.

He pondered this philosophical point as he drove home, almost not noticing the car in the wrong lane headed toward him. At the last moment, he swerved out of the way, but in doing so ran into the trunk of a tree, causing his air bag to inflate, keeping the trunk of his body from hitting the steering wheel. However, a large branch of the tree broke off, severing an electrical trunk line, which fell across the trunk line of a nearby railroad track, truncating service for most of a day.

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Giving 110 Percent

The blathering idiot attended a seminar where the presenter, a microphone clipped over his ear and an overabundance of enthusiasm clipped onto his voice, told the audience that the key to success in work, in financial success, in love, in all of life was to give not 50 percent, not 75, not even 100, but “110 percent.”

After the all-day workshop, the blathering idiot returned home to find a pile of bills waiting for him. He opened them and totaled how much he owed for the minimum monthly payments, and it was 130 percent of what he earned. He smiled, closed his eyes, and waited for success to come.

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Get a grip

The blathering idiot stood in front of the full-length hallway mirror. He looked down at his left hand. Then he looked down at his right hand. He brought his right hand up toward the mirror and turned, open-palm outward so he could see its reflection in the mirror. He did the same thing with the left hand. He then turned the left hand toward the right one and bent the fingers and thumb to make a beak.

“Hello, right hand,” he said as he flapped the beak open and closed.

The right hand remained palm outward toward the mirror.

The left hand waited a minute, then tried again. “Hello, right hand. I’m the left hand and would like to get to know you so that I know what you’re up to.”

The right hand turned slightly toward the left, curled into a fist, but then wiggled its thumb like a lower-lip: “Harrumph.”

It then fled to the safety of the front pants’ pocket.

The left hand turned toward the blathering idiot. “How do you intend to handle this?”

The blathering idiot shrugged. “Maybe the right hand doesn’t want to know what the left hand is doing.”

The left hand smacked him. “Get a grip.”

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The blathering idiot

Once upon a time in a street not so far away, a piece of history came floating by. It rode on a clown of expectation, juggled just high enough for everybody to see, if you were looking. I looked, but in the end could not figure out what was going on. Then a frog hopped up to me and said, “Your tie’s on backwards.” But I wasn’t wearing a tie, and least I wasn’t until I felt up around my neck to be sure and realized that somebody had slipped a noose around my shoulders when I wasn’t looking. The other end was dangling over a tree limb in my front yard. A rake was dangling from another tree limb. I had been raking until I saw the piece of history floating by. Then I had stopped and stepped to the street to see what it was all about. And now there was a noose around my neck. Some days it just doesn’t pay to watch the parade of history go by.

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Pitch aside: some resources

Research and reference books

Some pitch reference sites to consider

Below are a few links with information on pitches. Not all the information here is going to agree with all the other information. And some of these links focus on “one line pitches,” or distilling your novel into one sentence. Sometimes a one-sentence pitch might also be called a log line.

This blog entry from agent Nathan Bransford is one of many of Nathan Bransford’s blog entries. He is interesting and you can certainly sign up to receive his blog entries yourself: One sentence pitch.

Another blog entry about pitching, this time called the One-Sentence Hook.

Some information from another agent, Rachelle Gardner. This blog entry focuses on longer pitches. Notices that she says she wants a little information about the author up front, which is something that Michael Hauge says should be at the last, if at all. He even says it is not necessary to start with the title.

Here is additional information on the Guide to Literary Agents blog. Note the information about such things as practicing and attire.

I’m sure there are other blog entries and web sites with information as well as books and articles in magazines. After all, writers write, and sometimes writers write about writing.

Pen up.

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What makes for a good pitch? The thou shalts.

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By now you may (or maybe not) be wondering what makes for a good pitch to agents or editors when you approach them at conferences such as Killer Nashville.

1) Sincerity. Even with your nervousness, if you don’t believe in what you’ve written, don’t expect the agent or editor to. I once had a published author answer the question of how do you know when you’ve finished writing and editing a novel by saying, when you’re tired of looking at it. You may have reached that stage with the mechanics of your novel, but if you’ve also edited out the sincerity, then you’ve probably gone too far and it will show in your pitch.

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Believe in what you've written

2) Passion. In his book, Selling Your Story in 60 Seconds: The Guaranteed Way to Get Your Screenplay or Novel Read by Michael Hauge, one of the things mentioned is passion, i.e. belief in your novel. If you don’t believe in it, nobody else will. Now, maybe you are like me, and when you are nervous, you can slip into talking in a flat, almost monotonous tone. At such times, an old-fashioned metronome has more passion in its back and forth swing than my voice does. It also happens when I am trying to remember to get everything in my pitch that I believe should be there and keep out the things I’ve decided shouldn’t be.

How do you overcome that? A friend of mine who was also pitching at Killer Nashville said he was going to add passion to his pitches by being sure to move his arms. Physical gestures can be effective in loosening you up to allow some of the passion to come through. After all, many passionate people are often moving their arms for emphasis. Another thing you can do is remember to breath and realize that while you don’t have a lot of time, you do have enough time if you’re prepared, if you’ve practiced your pitch. You may also want to practice varying the delivery pace of your sentences. Pause a little longer between some sentences than others. Think of what you’re doing more as a conversation.

3) Be prepared. That means having written out or in some other way constructed your pitch and have practiced it. A few of us who were going to Killer Nashville practiced our pitches. I facilitate a writing group. We meet once a month to review each others’ works. During part of a couple of those sessions, a few of us practiced pitches for the novels we had written, and we let the other members of the group offer their comments. Even after that, I practiced a few more times, often going through my pitch as I was driving to work. (I’m sure people the cars around me wondered what crazy song I was singing to or what medication I had failed to take that morning.)

I even practiced once with my wife, and once with the friend I rode over with to Killer Nashville. He did his pitch and I listened and offered comments. And I did mine. (Actually, I did two, because I had one for a second novel I have written.) Both my wife and my friend said I needed to convey a little more passion in my pitch. That’s when I asked my friend, “How are you going to convey passion in yours?”

“I’m going to wave my arms,” he said.

I did do some hand gestures with my pitches (all three of them), and I hoped it helped. Since there is no copyright on arm waving or hand gestures, I don’t think I owe him more than a thank you. As I said in an earlier post, I also admitted to my nervousness up front with the first agent. Sometimes it helps to make things a little easier to do that. And somehow our conversation lead to my getting to do a partial version of the pitch for my other novel as well as the one I had sat down to pitch.

4) Be prepared to be interrupted. The person on the other side of the table will probably have questions for you, particularly if she or he is interested. So be prepared for that. The questions may come at the end. If so, then you’ll have little or no interruptions. Or the questions may come during your pitch. I experienced both. If interrupted, you’ll have to do your best to remember where you were in your pitch and get back to it as naturally as possible.

5) The best pitches are not the longest ones. I had the times for my second and third pitches eaten into because the persons before me when a longer than the ten minutes allotted. If your pitch session is scheduled for 10 minutes, don’t have a pitch over five minutes in length. And if you can have one even shorter, probably better. Remember point number 4, be prepared to be interrupted. That interruption might even occur before you get to sit down.

The agents and editors are hearing these pitches back to back to back. Filling your presentation with wall to wall sound won’t necessarily make your book more memorable. If you’re done before your ten minutes is up, great. Even if the editor or agent doesn’t bite and want to see all or part of your manuscript, you could still leave a favorable impression by being polite and precise in your presentation. The editor or agent might not be interested in this novel, but who knows about the next one. Besides, if he or she didn’t want to read a sample of the novel, there is no need to waste your time or the agent’s or the editor’s. There could be a multitude of reasons why the editor or agent isn’t interested. For example, one agent my friend pitched to told him she wasn’t interest because her agency was already representing a book with a similar structure to it. Literary agencies and publishers generally don’t want to handle books that they believe are similar to ones they already have in hand. Unfortunately, there is not much you can do about that, other than move on.

I have written enough for now. Next time, a few “Thou Shalt Nots” in terms of pitches.

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Attire aside — bring a sweater

More about agents and queries and pitches in future posts, but I thought I would toss in a quick aside on attire. No, I am not going to tell you to wear plaid pants or flowing scarf around your neck. And I don’t think a tuxedo or strapless evening gown is necessary.

I would recommend casual business attire. After all, as I heard over and over, publishing is a business, and if you’ve come to pitch to agents or editors, looking clean and neat will help create a good impression. Think of it as you would applying for a job. I did see some guys in ties and blue Oxford shirts. I’m not sure a tie is necessary, but it certainly won’t hurt. (And if you’re wondering, I didn’t wear a tie. I did, however, almost pull the floor-length-and-more table cloth off one of the small circular tables I sat at to make a pitch to an agent. It was my attempt at a poor imitation of Buster Keaton or Chevy Chase. We do what we can to make an impression.)

But if nothing else, when attending a summer conference in the South, bring a sweater or at least one long-sleeve shirt. Why? It was over 90 degrees F outside the conference hotel. Inside the conference rooms it was somewhere in the mid-60s to low-70s. Not cold enough to hang meat, but cool enough at times to make you wonder. After all, the conference was called Killer Nashville.

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“Life is like a box of chocolates,” but …

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… but don’t send one to your agent.

At least don’t send one to an agent you are trying to get to represent you.

I recently attended a writing conference, Killer Nashville (www.killernashville.com) and will be posting some of what I learned, along with some impressions and comments.

One agent talked about receiving a query for representation that included an Indian charm in it. He said he didn’t know what to do with it. While he was not superstitious, he was afraid to give it away or even throw it away. In the end, he tossed into the back of his desk drawer, where it still resides.

Other items received by agents included a large plastic cockroach wrapped up and included in envelope along with a letter saying how the author was just buggy to have the agent represent him. Another writer sent a query letter in a large envelope “bulked up” with shredded paper to increase the chances the agent would see it.

Photoshoping the agent’s head on top of the body of a friend, with your arm draped over your agent/friend doesn’t work either.

Also, sending in a query on colored or scented paper, or in envelopes marked “urgent” or “time sensitive” won’t help you.

And lest you think that it is only the magical or the madcap you shouldn’t send, don’t send the more mundane or mouth-watering either. No homemade goodies; no store-bought ones. And certainly don’t send cash.

Life might be like a box of chocolates, and your mama might have told you that, but also remember the rest of the quote, particularly from the agent’s point of view: “You never know what you’re going to get.”

So, surprise the agent with a memorable query letter pitch he or she can’t forget, and not a surprise the agent will pitch into the trash or back of the desk drawer.

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