Things you didn't know you didn't know

Well if I didn't know something that I didn't know, then I didn't know it.
Though to be fair there is a lot of things I don't know, but I try to soak up
all kinds of new information so I can possibly have an inkling of the things
that I didn't know.
Everything is unknown until you are introduced to it, and even then you
can't fully know it. Just an understanding that you previously didn't have.
Thats life.

 

Well if I didn't know something that I didn't know, then I didn't know it.
Though to be fair there is a lot of things I don't know, but I try to soak up
all kinds of new information so I can possibly have an inkling of the things
that I didn't know.
Everything is unknown until you are introduced to it, and even then you
can't fully know it. Just an understanding that you previously didn't have.
Thats life.

 

Well, the key word is 'was' ...that photo was taken about 35 years ago! It's just the best one I have that shows the texture of my hair. Beautiful, no. Scare kids, maybe!

Those glasses were actually antique glasses and are real 18k gold. I got them from an antique shop for a song, as they weren't popular at the time. I still have them, but can't wear them any more because they weren't suitable for varifocals, alas.... I LOVED those glasses! I wore them from around 1978 to 2002, when I finally had to get varifocals.

 

No one cares about my tall ships. I know they’re not as sexy as Jan’s hair, but....

 

We're too intimidated and knowledge-less! I'm at the "Ships? Yeah, ships. They... they go on the water, right?" stage of knowledge, myself.

 

Yeah, that's one I'd hesitate to touch. Yikes. I suppose you could enroll on one of those 'tall ships' that exist for training purposes. At least you'd know more or less what anybody would know about sailing tall ships, after one of those excursions. Might be fun, actually! If I was young and fit, this would appeal to me a lot.

 

I get seasick, so it sounds like a TERRIBLE idea to me.

 

You did NOT call him a baby killer. Tell me you didn't. That's funny, that he got you pushed out of a plane in retaliation!

 

I’ve decided to simply go the usual route and let the ship sail itself and allow the crew to simply know what they are doing rather than try to learn to handle such a ship. It’s a fantasy piece, after all, so it’s not the kind of story likely to pique the attention of someone looking for perfectly written Mast & Sail Porn. Any porny bits I write will be the more traditional Sweaty Sheets variety.

 

I actually crewed on them for four journeys. There are organisations that keep them in service But I hesitate to urge you to do the same for research purposes. I don't think three warm meals a day (fresh pancakes in the morning, beer whenever you wanted), fresh baked cake/muffins at afternoon break, and an electrical winch for the anchor was what the sailors back then got when they enlisted (or got enlisted)..

 

In Pirate Latitudes, Chrichton didn't really go into the finer points of sailing a ship
and used a few basic terms. So you can totally write about sailing without being an
expert on all aspects of the activity.

 

In Pirate Latitudes, Chrichton didn't really go into the finer points of sailing a ship
and used a few basic terms. So you can totally write about sailing without being an
expert on all aspects of the activity.

 

Don't forget cramped quarters and the hazards of missing doors, not to mention ship-scuttlebut

 

I think the reason I was given the table next to his was a joke our department manager played on the both of us. The troubled Vietnam Vet next to the carefree kid who cared nothing at all about such things. His name was 'Danny', a good Irish name. He was sort of the big brother I never had and thinking on it now, he probably took to me in that I didn't treat him like a leper. I liked him just because I thought he was cool and he could offend people so easily, without hardly trying.
His lasting mark on me was that he introduced me to the process of Free Association (untethered brainstorming). I've used it in every artistic endeavor since, and here I am writing for the first time and boy does FA ever work! Indeed, it's as if the technique was made for creative writing.

 

It’s more likely to be the way ‘round. Unassuming as he may appear, Brenn has the least to fear from tape measures.

 

Just recently I had to do some quick study on sailing ships as a mockup of one, at least the bow of a ship, is part of a stage production in the story. All the audience sees of it is the bow and some rigging and a foremast, as it's anchored in a sheltered bay. I did not realize there was a class of tall ships known as, Corvette Class. Which gave me a splendid idea for the name of the ship that will take the stage with the actors... it's not every writer who can evoke that most enigmatic of performers... Prince! And have some fun by throwing in a slang term for vagina.

“No sir. That is the bow of the sailing ship 'Petit Rouge’, Corvette Class, to be precise. An exact replica in every detail, down to the last plank and nail… though I’ve taken liberties with her figurehead. It was my idea to have the bow of the ship on stage and the mermaid spring to life to tempt our fair Claire.” Etincelle gave him a sideways glare; it had not been Rene’s idea at all, but her’s.

 

Tevin, more of a penny whistle?

 

I wouldn’t go so far as that, but Tevin’s the “Regulation Hottie”. Wouldn’t do to have him besting Brenn in all quarters. Brenn is simply exceptional in this regard.