bookmark_borderGay Genes

On the one hand, it does further the idea that homosexual folk are built that way, rather than choosing to be. On the other hand, it does further the idea that homosexual folk can be prevented.

From BBCNews:

Womb environment ‘makes men gay’

A man’s sexual orientation may be determined by conditions in the womb, according to a study.

Previous research had revealed the more older brothers a boy has, the more likely he is to be gay, but the reason for this phenomenon was unknown.

But a Canadian study has shown that the effect is most likely down to biological rather than social factors.

The research is published in the journal of the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

Professor Anthony Bogaert from Brock University in Ontario, Canada, studied 944 heterosexual and homosexual men with either “biological” brothers, in this case those who share the same mother, or “non-biological” brothers, that is, adopted, step or half siblings.

He found the link between the number of older brothers and homosexuality only existed when the siblings shared the same mother.

The amount of time the individual spent being raised with older brothers did not affect their sexual orientation.

(snip)

He suggests the effect is probably the result of a “maternal memory” in the womb for male births.

A woman’s body may see a male foetus as “foreign”, he says, prompting an immune reaction which may grow progressively stronger with each male child.

The antibodies created may affect the developing male brain.

(snip)

Andy Forrest, a spokesman for gay rights group Stonewall, said: “Increasingly, credible evidence appears to indicate that being gay is genetically determined rather than being a so-called lifestyle choice.

“It adds further weight to the argument that lesbian and gay people should be treated equally in society and not discriminated against for something that’s just as inherent as skin colour.”

full article

Now, what if you were the 5th or so brother in a large family? They are going to be scrutinized to the nth degree.

bookmark_borderDeath in the Family

We have officially lost Mad Max. 8 yrs ago, Max was just a kitten when we found him at the Leicester post office. Tiny little thing with a LOUD cry. We brought him home but kept him separate from the dogs and other cats because he was so small. Then one day it happened. He managed to escape from his room and into the kitchen right at feeding time. Which meant every dog was there.

They sniffed him from stem to stern. Rolled him over, cleaned his ears and butt, all of them. And Max just took it. He’d reach up every once in a while to slap someone’s ear that hung within reach but over all, the cat was fearless.

His fave dog by far was Joella. They were the two youngsters, just two years apart really. When Max broke his leg and had to be put in a dog crate for several months, Jo was almost always laying nearby. They played through the bars and he’d lean against them so Jo could clean his face. And she put her face near it so he could clean. This 8lb cat and this 80lb dog.

Max didn’t take crap from the dogs. If he was where one of them wanted to be, he wouldn’t move. Not even when one would sit on him. When it was feeding time, he’d sit where his bowl would be put but would run in and out of his space, swatting dogs as he went.

Three weeks ago or so, Max was not acting right. The side of his face was swollen from an abscess. We took him to the vet and he had surgery to remove four teeth and to clean out the abscess. This was just as I was leaving for the GCLS Con in Atlanta. Lorna picked him up Thursday morning and he was oh so much better! He ran around the house like, well, like he was Mad Max. Friday he was so obnoxious to be let out so she let him. He’d come in and out of the house to lay in her lap or to join her outside on the porch. At dinner, he wasn’t interested in eating and she figured it was his mouth was sore.

That’s the last she saw him. She looked everywhere she could think of and I did too when I returned Sunday. Part of us hoped he had gotten mad and just moved into some other humans’ lives. Part of us was afraid he was sicker than we thought and he’d gone off to die.

Today after work, Lorna took some “missing cat” signs I’d made to give to the folks in the trailer park up behind us. She got to just the second mailbox when she found him. We believe he was hit by a car, probably Friday or maybe Saturday morning two weeks ago. We buried him under the persimmon tree with the others that have graced our lives and moved on.

I’ve missed him. I’ve hoped he would return but, really, I knew he wouldn’t. Mad Max was not a pet. He was a friend.


bookmark_borderDangling Participles

Jane had me stumped last night as I pondered what to do about the dangling participle problem my writing has (or as I called it, the dangling party nipple).

She sent me a quote from section 5.84 of the Chicago Manual of Style:

“A participial adjective can appear correctly before a main clause, but it is said to dangle when it lacks connection to the noun that performs the action denoted by the participle. This occurs when the participial form is not immediately followed by then noun it modifies. For example, before receiving the medal, the general congratulated the soldier. (“Receiving” should apply to the soldier, not the general.) The same problem arises when a possessive follows the participial phrase — for example, “dodging the traffic, his cell phone got dropped in the street.” The cell phone was NOT the actor doing the dodging. Sentences should be recast to eliminate the dangler, thus improving the style and removing the possibility of confusion as to which noun the participle modifies.”

(Lorna and I were discussing this when Jane’s email came in. I read this aloud to Lorna then muttered “I think I just broke something”.)

I don’t understand much of that so I dug deeper elsewhere. The OWL at Purdue University has a large collection of handouts that explain all sorts of grammar, spelling, and punctuation stuff. I go there often when I am stumped about a grammatical situation.

I don’t have the Chicago Manual of Style (CMS), although it is on my Amazon Wish List. I did a Google search for the book and came up with some sites that assist not only with the book but also with style. The University of Chicago Press has an impressive section called “Chicago Manual of Style Q & A“.

I have used the New York Public Library Writer’s Guide to Style and Usage before and I like its readability. I’ve not looked over the CMS actually.

I have a style book title “The Everything Grammar and Style Book“. It is easy to read and follow. We have several other “The Everything…” books.

Hmm, I digressed.

An example from Butch Girls Can Fix Anything:

    Putting her wet denim cap over a heat vent, she hoped it would dry before she reached town.

Putting is the dangling participle. If I understand this correctly, it is unclear as to what is the modifier. Or is it? What is she hoping would dry? The vent or the cap? Who was putting the cap?

Others are clearer as to their error:

    Kelly put down the metal toolbox, taking her flashlight from its loop on her belt.

Who has the flashlight first? The toolbox?

What makes it confusing isn’t exactly its location – it is the tense.

Putting and taking are Present Participles (as in now). Hoped and put are Past Participle/Tense. I need to fix the sentences so that the tenses match.

    She put her wet denim cap over a heat vent and hoped it would dry before she reached town.
    Kelly put down the metal toolbox and took her flashlight from its loop on her belt.

The problem with all this is that it is a habit of mine to write this way. I like to change the rhythm of the sentences around as well as put some perceived movement in the reader’s mind. Jane pointed out that in most cases what I am doing is, to quote her, “You have some “construction slumps.” By that I mean, you will say things like, “She began to look….” Just say, “She looked.” Or “After starting the truck,’ Make it “She started the truck.” Getting ready to get ready to do something bogs down the flow of the narrative.”

GOALS:

  1. I have to make sure the -ing verbs have a subject close enough to make sense
  2. I have to make sure the -ing verbs agree with the other verbs/tense in the sentence
  3. I have to make sure I am not pre-pre-showing/telling

Whoever says writing is easy needs to be slapped. Writing is hard so that reading is easy.

UPDATE: Since the OWL links are broken, check out this one instead as suggested by Kiera:
http://bid4papers.com/blog/spelling-grammar-punctuation-mistakes/

bookmark_borderLet the Edits Begin

Jane Volbrecht, the editor assigned to me from Regal Crest, and I have officially started edits. Ack!

And what a bump we hit from the beginning! None of it her fault. She did put it into english for me but I failed to follow one step.

I use OpenOffice.org (OO.o).
She uses M$Word.
She made comments to most of her changes in the first 50 pages.
I don’t see those comments in OO.o.

So here I freak because I don’t understand some of the why’s. I have to know the why’s. I just do. She must’ve thought I was crazy. Well, she’s met me so yeah, she knows I am.

At any rate, I see the comments in M$Word just fine. I hate using that program though after, what, two years (?) of using OO.o. If we are not going to keep track of MY changes, I will continue to use OO.o. But if she needs to see my notes/comments, I’ll have to suffer through it.

I went to the support site to try and figure out how to make them magically appear. None of the spells worked. Anyone have any idea?

I’ve tried the following suggestions:
http://www.oooforum.org/forum/viewtopic.phtml?t=36175
http://www.oooforum.org/forum/viewtopic.phtml?t=33051

bookmark_borderShowing Vs Telling

You want the reader to go along with you, to feel as if they are there, with the character of the book. Right?

You want to SHOW them the story. TELLING them the story as they read is boring.

I can TELL you how the map of the US eastern coastline looks like. But don’t you know much more if I SHOW it to you?

In the small room Sarah used for her bedroom, there were only the bed, a small trunk for her clothes and a short table for prayers.

The bed, wedged between the two walls, took up all the space along the left side. The right side of the room held a curtainless window beneath which sat the small prayer table, its natural chestnut wood unvarnished. Between the two walls and opposite the door sat the wooden trunk holding most of Sarah’s clothing. That was all the bedroom could hold. Even then, the front of the truck showed smoothed sections where the door–as it swung open and closed–had scraped it repeatedly over the years.

I am rather fond of the second version, primarily because the smallness of the room becomes a point in a discussion later. I need the reader to have in their mind this small room that Sarah retires to at the end of each day. If the room never came up again in a scene, I’d probably not elaborate that much. I might instead focus on the direction the window faced, since it faced the Abbey and she could see the bell tower, something that does come up later.

Can a story have too much details? Can the reader be presented with too many descriptions? Does the reader actually care or do they only want to skim ahead to the sex scene or the sword fight?

bookmark_borderSixteen Years

(now I got that song in my head….)

Yesterday was our anniversary. Lorna and I use our first date as the anniversary date – June 23rd 1990. Sixteen years.

We’ve not had it easy but through it all, we stuck it out. Even after all these years, we are still learning about each other and growing not only as individuals but as a couple too.

All those years ago, Lorna was a technical writer for an insurance company in Valley Forge PA. I was a program coordinator for a respite program in a county “branch” of a national agency. We wore nice clothes, had money. We were Guppies.

Then she lost her job of 14 yrs just as I was giving in to my creative side. We moved from PA/NJ to here. Life became hard. Low funds, low mood, etc.

We kept telling ourselves the following:

When seedlings are grown in the protection of a greenhouse, they tend to grow fast, having long and weak stems. Then when they are planted outside, they are too weak to tolerate the elements. To prevent this, some greenhouse growers use fans to blow the seedlings first in one direction, then in another. Others use a sheet of paper and brush across the top of the seedlings several times a day in every direction. This will make the seedling shorter, but the stem will be much stronger and better able to handle life outside the greenhouse.

That’s what was happening with us. We grew stronger as a couple and therefore was able to handle everything that got thrown at us.

Here’s to the 16 years so far, and the 100 years to go. I love you, babe.

June 23rd 2005 entry

bookmark_borderCriticism

Lorna read what I have so far of Simple Sarah v. 8. She actually liked it, liked the changes I’d made from the original, especially the beginning. She says I am writing much better, especially in making the line of the plot go along smoothly. But she thinks I need to go back and add more to the scenes. There is very little description of where they are, what they are wearing, etc. The little things that put a reader into the scene. She had some other suggestions, all of them meaning I go back over what I have written and fill it out some more.

My quandry is do I do it now or do I wait until the rewrite?

If I do it now, the rewrite will be easier. But I run the risk of losing the flow of the story.

If I do it in rewrite, the flow of the story will continue but I will be constantly going back to see what details I do and do not have.

Suggestions?

bookmark_borderRain

the smell of rain
on dry ground
you can hear it sigh

lightning flashes
thunder booms
the window rattles

the dogs run to hide
afraid of
the end of the world

bookmark_borderLaugh Or Else

Two jokes fer ye today.

From CripHumor:

My mom has a lead foot, so I was not surprised when a state trooper pulled us over as we were driving through Texas. Hoping to get off with a warning, Mom tried to appear shocked when he walked up to the car.

“I have never been stopped like this before,” she said to the officer. Because she drives from her electric wheelchair in a lift equipped van this some how usually works and the policeman winds up just giving her a verbal warning. But, this time, the officer asked, “What do they usually do, ma’am, shoot out the tires?”

Yep, she got a ticket.

From my brother who got it from Joke-A-Day:

Take some good advice: Never try to baptize your cat.

bookmark_borderActually Writing!

I am working on Simple Sarah again. This time, it is going well! I am letting it come out on its own but at the same time, I am paying attention to it so that nothing gets out of hand. I tend to do that you know. It’s like my writing is a river. I flow along generally going in the direction I want it to go. Then I take my eyes off the GPS and before I know it, I am down some tributary. Having fun, sure, but not where I need to be.

I am also doing some other things like sleep, get over a migraine (the first in a long time but, trust me, it made up for it), and sit with my darlin’.