...and it's writing.
A tipsy discussion of writing craft. Writers D.C. McNaughton and Avery Ames imbibe a few drinks while they review and revise their old (and often cringey) writing. Each episode focuses on a particular aspect of craft and features a themed cocktail pairing.
Episodes
Saturday Jun 26, 2021
Ep 003: Setting a Scene
Saturday Jun 26, 2021
Saturday Jun 26, 2021
D.C. and Avery discuss the techniques we use to set a scene, including D.C.'s "lizard in a box" theory on character and setting.
Sunday Jun 13, 2021
Ep 002: Ye Olde Show vs. Tell
Sunday Jun 13, 2021
Sunday Jun 13, 2021
Avery and D.C. discuss the classic writing advice "Show, Don't Tell" while revising an old snippet of Avery's writing and enjoying some old-fashioned cocktails. Plus, everything is better with pizza.
Saturday May 29, 2021
Ep 001: Holy Adverbs, Batman!
Saturday May 29, 2021
Saturday May 29, 2021
We've all heard the warning about too many adverbs, but they're not always a cardinal writing sin. In our inaugural episode, D.C. and Avery will share a drink and revise an old snippet of Avery's writing with an eye on adverbs. Which ones can stay and which can be tweaked?
Episode 1 Cocktails:Too Many Adverbs:
1.5 oz Gin½ oz Elderflower½ oz Lime¾ oz Lemon¾ oz simple syrupSplash of seltzerShake all except seltzer with ice, then top with the seltzer.
Adverbs, Revised:
2.5oz gin1.5oz lemon1 oz honey syrup Top with club sodaExcerpts for Episode 1:
Before:
The creature’s claws gripped my ankle tightly as I was nearly through the window. It screamed loudly as it gave my leg a violent tug. I fell back jarringly against the outside wall and my leg twisted in the ghoul’s grip. Its deadly-sharp talons tore through my trousers and the light suede boots I wore, to rip open the flesh beneath. My head hit the stone wall hard, and my vision flashed blood red and virulent green with the pain. I cried out harshly in pain and terror, scrabbling against the stone futilely. The creature’s deadly grip on my ankle and leg was the only thing holding me as I dangled precariously upside down, halfway out of the window.
After:
The ghoul clutched my ankle, and gave my leg a violent tug as I scrambled through the window. I tumbled against the outside wall, and the talons tore through my trousers, ripping open the flesh of my twisted leg. My head struck the wall, and my vision flashed crimson. I cried out in pain, scrabbling against the stone to find purchase.