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Who Dares Wins
Author: bob03.22.2008
I’ve been playing with this title for years now and finally realized simpler is better. Down to: Who Dares Wins: The Green Beret Way.Simple. Direct. Also gotten the nine steps of it down to one word each.1. WHO2. WHY3. WHERE4. CHARACTER5. COURAGE6. CHANGE7. COMMAND8. COMMUNICATION9. COMPLETIONI really like the flow. And since the manuscript is due in three weeks, I better get moving on it. But first, time to finally write the climactic scene of Jefferson. Do or die, getting it roughed in today. My Writers Workshop next week is full. The Advanced one in May still has slots.Things are starting to bloom here in the dark Northwest. Perhaps we’re not that doomed.
March 22nd, 2008 at 4:24 pm
Gosh, Bob, you sound almost cheery. To do my part, I won’t post any more Limericks. And yes, the “flow” is quite snazzy. You go, fella!
March 22nd, 2008 at 4:25 pm
This really is Bob, right?
March 22nd, 2008 at 4:26 pm
Spring and productivity. Life is good. Get ‘em, Bob.
March 22nd, 2008 at 6:08 pm
I’m sure Bob is sending Jenny little cheery notes while she is suffering through her cold. I am sure she is enjoying them.
Bob- I hope you made up with Milton before you left.
March 22nd, 2008 at 7:16 pm
Not doomed? Just where was that star you were following?
I like the flow too; it’s catchy in it’s simplicity.
March 22nd, 2008 at 11:12 pm
Yeah, simple is better: think Audrey Hepburn in a little black dress and a strand of pearls. Simple. Classic. No? Doesn’t do anything for you? Guess you have to be a gal. Sure beats the queen mother in her florals and gloves and hat and purse and gobs of jewelery and eyeglasses and anything else she could shove on her body.
I always believe you don’t have to say a lot to make a point. Although … I’ve been known to be just a tad garrulous in my time. He he. Especially after a glass or two of a fine merlot. Hey, who said that?
Yessir, keep it simple. Be direct. Don’t mince your words. Speak with authority. Why do I have the desire to snap to attention and salute?
March 23rd, 2008 at 10:21 pm
very good title choice.
KISS (the acronym, not, you know)
March 24th, 2008 at 3:50 pm
In the darkness there are daffodils? Have you been communing with squirrels again?
Hurry up and finish the Jefferson book. I want to read it.
March 24th, 2008 at 9:31 pm
I always thought the Queen Mum looked rather nice, actually. She was herself.
March 26th, 2008 at 8:21 am
Well, Ltl, I loved the Queen Mother. I grew up in a Commonwealth country and had to sing God Save the Queen prior to every movie showing : ) so was quite the Royalist.
I was merely teasing Bob here and using a comparison of women’s dress to show simplicity vs. overdressing. I think both the Queen Mum and the Queen are victims of this but it’s part of their style, part their social requirements, part the expectation of their following.
Anyway, I loved when the Queen Mum was interviewed on her 100 birthday and said she owed her longevity to the little tipple she had each night (I want to say it was Sherry, but can’t quite remember.)
March 26th, 2008 at 8:21 am
Well, Ltl, I loved the Queen Mother. I grew up in a Commonwealth country and had to sing God Save the Queen prior to every movie showing : ) so was quite the Royalist.
I was merely teasing Bob here and using a comparison of women’s dress to show simplicity vs. overdressing. I think both the Queen Mum and the Queen are victims of this but it’s part of their style, part their social requirements, part the expectation of their following.
Anyway, I loved when the Queen Mum was interviewed on her 100 birthday and said she owed her longevity to the little tipple she had each night (I want to say it was Sherry, but can’t quite remember.)
March 26th, 2008 at 8:21 am
Well, Ltl, I loved the Queen Mother. I grew up in a Commonwealth country and had to sing God Save the Queen prior to every movie showing : ) so was quite the Royalist.
I was merely teasing Bob here and using a comparison of women’s dress to show simplicity vs. overdressing. I think both the Queen Mum and the Queen are victims of this but it’s part of their style, part their social requirements, part the expectation of their following.
Anyway, I loved when the Queen Mum was interviewed on her 100 birthday and said she owed her longevity to the little tipple she had each night (I want to say it was Sherry, but can’t quite remember.)
March 26th, 2008 at 8:22 am
Sorrrry, Bob. I went to write one more sentence to put this back on topic and it copied two more times. Eeeek! Please remove and I promise to behave in the future.
March 26th, 2008 at 6:39 pm
I, too, find it easier to visualize Bob in the basic black dress rather than the flowered shirtwaist and hat. Although, it’s possible the QM’s flowered dress was really just botanical camo. Hmm?
March 27th, 2008 at 2:36 pm
“I, too, find it easier to visualize Bob in the basic black dress rather than the flowered shirtwaist and hat.”
Shudder.
Oh, crap, LtL, now I have to go kill all those brain cells that are holding that image in my head.
It’ll take something stronger then wine for that, now I have to find the Southern Comfort!
Nice choice of titles, Bob.
March 27th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Never mind the dress — think of it as chic urban camo. I’m still trying to figure out why Robena thought she had to stay on topic. And then promised to behave.
Bob, did you make up some rules I don’t know about?
Unless . . . Robena, were you promising to behave badly? Now that I could believe. Don’t forget that some of us have met you. And could tell stories. Some of which might even be true.
March 28th, 2008 at 10:44 am
Well, you know, if I’ve driven SD to drink, my work here was not in vain. Southern Comfort, too! Dessert hooch.
March 28th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
Well, to be honest, LtL, it’s not much of a drive. It’s more of a bike ride, or a short walk. Taking baby steps.
March 28th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Okay, so I’m sneaking back into the room, I’ll be sitting right next to the exit. Bob’s been too busy to see the mess I made so I think it’s safe.
Yeah, right BCB. I’m about the most boring person you’d ever find, so if you’re telling stories do the made up kind. I like those better.
And now, to keep this on topic, I mean the topic Bob chose, just wanted to say I like the flow of the chapter headings for WDW:TGBW.
March 28th, 2008 at 4:28 pm
Robena, darlin’, have I taught you nothing? [sigh] Here I am all ready to tell an exciting, action packed, full of danger, maybe even somewhat illicit story about you. But noooo, you have to go and tell everyone you’re boring. Now no one is ever going to believe that you can fly. And see through walls. And cook. Hell, I’m going to have to re-write the whole damn thing.
Though, honestly, I think mostly we writers make stuff up because our real lives are so . . . real.
Geez, if Bob is going to insist we stay on topic, I’m going to have to go back to lurking. Oh. Wait. Maybe that was the plan.
March 28th, 2008 at 7:56 pm
Topic?
We told him we loved his title and section heads, and he moderated us anyway. Nah. He ignored us anyway. Dangerous tactic, that.
March 30th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Re: your comment about the ‘dark Northwest’ — even native Oregonians have been telling me that this winter has been particularly lacking in sun.
It’s not just you. (Or just me, for that matter.)
March 30th, 2008 at 1:28 pm
Re: your comment about the ‘dark Northwest’ - even native Oregonians have told me that this winter has been particularly lacking in sun. It’s not just you. (Or just me, for that matter.)
March 31st, 2008 at 10:18 pm
So, a friend just arrived back in the CA. desert after a week in her home in Washington. Port Orchard I think is the name, anyway it’s somewhere near Everett.
She said it was freezing and you’d had snow for three days. Hope everyone turned up for the workshop and that they didn’t suffer too badly … from the elements I mean. Heh. Snow and it’s almost April 1st, that’s hard for me to imagine.