tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post6541012268298032302..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: ChickenshitAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-30579961587489631462013-09-14T12:52:32.561-04:002013-09-14T12:52:32.561-04:00And the author would be subject to all that comes ...And the author would be subject to all that comes with the knowledge that you'd cannibalize a relationship for the sake of a story. We all do it, but perhaps we need to mask the characters effectively. Unless the character is a prick in real life and you want to do an expose'. Hehe. Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-2135318778716490162013-09-13T19:10:43.109-04:002013-09-13T19:10:43.109-04:00"What If..." would make a a good antholo..."What If..." would make a a good anthology theme, although it would be likely to get writers in a lot of trouble. it's true that a lot of people wouldn't recognize themselves as we'd portray them, but other people who know them might well.Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-79132495609113662372013-09-12T16:11:00.040-04:002013-09-12T16:11:00.040-04:00You'll be first. Couldn't really show it t...You'll be first. Couldn't really show it to Momma, ;>) Just kidding, but not really. Momma has no illusions when it come to my penchants, but wouldn't want to hear them in detail. She's not like us. Hehe.Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-67088820279177645042013-09-12T12:27:38.085-04:002013-09-12T12:27:38.085-04:00i am in line to read the memoir!i am in line to read the memoir!Amanda Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09059621442042833693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-55202005091106199032013-09-12T10:50:29.277-04:002013-09-12T10:50:29.277-04:00Yes, Amanda. Nobody who knows me would call me chi...Yes, Amanda. Nobody who knows me would call me chickenshit. When Momma and I first met, it was my boldness (brashness?) that attracted her, who was kind of a introverted honor student. It was her intelligence (and good looks) that attracted me. Those exotic dark eyebrows.<br /><br />And there ya go, JP. People rarely see themselves as others see them.<br /><br />And I get what Lisabet says about folks and their view of themselves, but I bet if my 'Hattie' (not her real name) ever read my little vignette, she'd sure know who it was. :>)<br /><br />And I do have a memoir started, riding on the vehicle of my three jobs on Kearny Street, S.F. back in the day. Many of the people have passed, of course, but one barber shop remains in existence with the proprietor's name still on the window. Wonder if it's him. He would give me a line of cocaine when I got my hair cut, instead of the lollipops he stocked for kids. He also had lots of girls hanging around, (also for the coke) some so young I'd have to leave, it was so uncomfortable. There were times he'd have some girl out in his van while I waited for my haircut. He was going to take me to his homeland of Puerto Rico one time, but his wife decided to go. He said that I probably shouldn't tag along, since we wouldn't be able to do what he wanted with the wife along for the ride... Hehe. Maybe I'll look him up sometime.Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-10565312646925510322013-09-12T09:27:03.561-04:002013-09-12T09:27:03.561-04:00"Is our memory skewed by our individual persp..."Is our memory skewed by our individual perspective?" Of course it is. So much so that if you did ever write that memoir (and I suspect it would be one helluva book!), the people you worry about might not even recognize themselves. <br /><br />On the other hand, playing "what if" can be a lot more fun than dealing with the drab realities. Not that your life has been drab, of course, but I think your imagination is even wilder. Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-58151266694652187032013-09-12T09:23:51.158-04:002013-09-12T09:23:51.158-04:00I made the mistake of telling some friends that in...I made the mistake of telling some friends that in one way or another they showed up in my first book. An even bigger mistake by telling one friend the villain was based partly on him - "I'm not like that," he yelled. Oh yes you are, I thought, then quickly smoothed it over by saying, "Of course you're not, just kidding." After that I vowed never to point out likenesses - what I thought was cute could've been seen as insulting I guess.JPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10305127219838784688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-60191947451734399772013-09-12T07:12:36.779-04:002013-09-12T07:12:36.779-04:00for some reason the idea of your being chickenshit...for some reason the idea of your being chickenshit made me smile. that doesn't sound like you ;). i don't know how to avoid incorporating people i know in my work. they just end up there or pieces of them do. just as everything else in my life somehow ends up there. all mixed together. i don't know how you avoid writing about people you know, even if it's just a wee bit of their personality or a description of a physical trait...Amanda Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09059621442042833693noreply@blogger.com