<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?><!-- generator=Zoho Sites --><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><atom:link href="https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/blogs/tag/midwest-writer/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><title>James Allen Writes - Blog #Midwest writer</title><description>James Allen Writes - Blog #Midwest writer</description><link>https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/blogs/tag/midwest-writer</link><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2026 03:22:58 -0700</lastBuildDate><generator>http://zoho.com/sites/</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Grumpy Grandpa]]></title><link>https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/blogs/post/grumpy-grandpa</link><description><![CDATA[<img align="left" hspace="5" src="https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/5fbc5b64-bad2-4567-b620-9083c4ebb43b.png"/>Older men are not necessarily grumpy. They have simply lived long enough to recognize nonsense, value their time, care less about status, and judge people more by character than appearances. Age does not guarantee wisdom, but it does provide plenty of experience with consequences.]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="zpcontent-container blogpost-container "><div data-element-id="elm_QY7SXIcxTCqXiX1Zpug0gw" data-element-type="section" class="zpsection "><style type="text/css"></style><div class="zpcontainer-fluid zpcontainer"><div data-element-id="elm_APbLLnPER-uyDmfzRSr4Dg" data-element-type="row" class="zprow zprow-container zpalign-items- zpjustify-content- " data-equal-column=""><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_VWF5ytSERPGyQqflsl9U1Q" data-element-type="column" class="zpelem-col zpcol-12 zpcol-md-12 zpcol-sm-12 zpalign-self- "><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_xKMgYOgTSJ2DkuXkkgrfWg" data-element-type="heading" class="zpelement zpelem-heading "><style></style><h2
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<div data-element-id="elm_xeG2RexoSBKir9l6Twfq-w" data-element-type="text" class="zpelement zpelem-text "><style></style><div class="zptext zptext-align-center zptext-align-mobile-center zptext-align-tablet-center " data-editor="true"><p></p><div><p style="text-align:left;">There’s a reason old men get tagged as grumpy, and it’s not because we wake up every morning looking for something to complain about. Over time, we figure out what actually matters and what doesn’t. We learn, slowly and sometimes painfully, that skin color, faith, political affiliation, education level, job title, and income tell you very little about sincerity, decency, or authenticity. You judge people by what they do, how they treat others, and whether their actions match what they claim to believe. After decades of watching the world manufacture fresh nonsense like it’s a competitive sport, a lot of us are simply tired of the BS.</p><p style="text-align:left;">Life experience has a way of sanding down your illusions. You see promises broken and institutions that were supposed to stand tall wobble like cheap lawn chairs. You watch companies talk about loyalty while laying off people who gave them twenty years. You see public figures preach values they apparently consider optional in their own lives. You discover that some of the people you admired were deeply flawed and some of the people you underestimated were the ones who showed up when it mattered. That doesn’t necessarily make you bitter. It makes you realistic. But realism often gets mistaken for grumpiness, especially by people who haven’t yet learned the difference between optimism and denial.</p><p style="text-align:left;">You also become less impressed by appearances. Somewhere along the way, you stop caring quite so much about the car someone drives, the letters after their name, the neighborhood they live in, or whether their shirt has the right logo on it. You have met brilliant people without degrees and fools with impressive résumés. You have known generous people who had very little and selfish people who had more than they could ever spend. After enough years, you realize that status is mostly decoration. Character is what remains after the decorations are taken down.</p><p style="text-align:left;">Then there’s the rat race. Most of us spent thirty or forty years running full tilt on the hamster wheel, doing the responsible thing, showing up, grinding it out, paying the mortgage, raising families, fixing what broke, and carrying weight nobody noticed because carrying it was simply expected. We scheduled our lives around work, school, appointments, deadlines, and whatever crisis showed up before breakfast. At some point, you realize you don’t want to sprint anymore. You want off. You want time to rest, reflect, breathe, and live life on your own terms. That desire for autonomy gets mislabeled as irritability when, in reality, it may simply be the first time in decades you have felt entitled to say no.</p><p style="text-align:left;">And yes, patience gets shorter. Not necessarily with people, but with nonsense. You become less willing to sit through the sales pitch, tolerate the obvious lie, pretend a bad idea is brilliant because somebody important suggested it, or nod politely while someone explains something you have already seen fail three times. Younger people sometimes interpret that as cynicism. More often, it is pattern recognition. After enough years, you recognize the setup before the punch line arrives.</p><p style="text-align:left;">Age also teaches you that time is not an unlimited resource. When you are twenty-five, wasting an afternoon barely registers. At sixty-five, you become more selective about who gets your time and what deserves your attention. You are less interested in winning arguments that change nothing, maintaining relationships that exist only out of habit, or participating in drama that will be forgotten by next Tuesday. That can look antisocial from the outside. From the inside, it feels more like finally understanding the value of what you have left.</p><p style="text-align:left;">None of this means older men have cornered the market on wisdom. We can still be stubborn, wrong, impatient, and occasionally ridiculous. Age does not automatically make anyone smarter or kinder. What it does provide is a larger collection of consequences to remember. We have made mistakes, watched other people make them, and sometimes watched the same mistake come back wearing a different suit and introducing itself as a new idea.</p><p style="text-align:left;">So maybe Grandpa isn’t grumpy. Maybe he has simply reached the point where he no longer feels obligated to pretend nonsense makes sense. He has spent enough years worrying about what other people think, enough years doing what was expected, and enough years learning which things deserve his energy. If that makes him the grumpy old man in the room, he can probably live with that.</p></div>
<p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> ]]></content:encoded><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2026 18:39:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[How I Edit a Manuscript]]></title><link>https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/blogs/post/Multi-Pass-Edit-Process</link><description><![CDATA[<img align="left" hspace="5" src="https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/81495705-a163-422f-818b-9b7e646f520d.png"/>Writing the first draft is only part of writing a book. For me, the real work starts after the story is on the page. Over time, I have learned that tr ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="zpcontent-container blogpost-container "><div data-element-id="elm_JD1R1sfQRiiQByWTmio1FQ" data-element-type="section" class="zpsection "><style type="text/css"></style><div class="zpcontainer-fluid zpcont-full-stretch"><div data-element-id="elm_luLL0OFMS3eTYsjNbpAn_w" data-element-type="row" class="zprow zprow-container zpalign-items-flex-start zpjustify-content- " data-equal-column="false"><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_Luw_FZDpTGCzOUqRuD6-jA" data-element-type="column" class="zpelem-col zpcol-12 zpcol-md-12 zpcol-sm-12 zpalign-self- "><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_fy_39ejCQDuuwHbATlLK_Q" data-element-type="heading" class="zpelement zpelem-heading "><style></style><h1
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<div data-element-id="elm_vqpKpgdtTB-fXde6VgC6Vg" data-element-type="text" class="zpelement zpelem-text "><style></style><div class="zptext zptext-align-left zptext-align-mobile-center zptext-align-tablet-center " data-editor="true"><p></p><div><p><span>Writing the first draft is only part of writing a book. For me, the real work starts after the story is on the page.</span></p><p><span>Over time, I have learned that trying to edit everything at once is a good way to miss almost everything. If I am checking punctuation while also worrying about whether a character knew something three chapters too early, neither job gets my full attention.</span></p><p><span>So I work through a manuscript in a series of passes. Each pass has a specific purpose, and the order matters. I start broad, work toward increasingly smaller details, and save the final polish until I am reasonably certain I am no longer going to tear apart chapters or rewrite entire scenes.</span></p><p><span>This is the process I currently use.</span></p><p><b><span>First Pass – MS Word</span></b></p><p><span>My first pass through any manuscript, essay, or other document uses Microsoft Word's built-in spelling and grammar tools.</span></p><p><span>This is not really editing yet. I think of it as clearing the debris off the workbench before starting. There is little reason to spend time closely evaluating a sentence when Word can already tell me I typed <i>teh</i> instead of <i>the</i>, left out a quotation mark, or accidentally used the wrong form of a word.</span></p><p><span>Word is not an editor, and it can also be spectacularly wrong, so I do not automatically accept every suggestion it makes. I review them. The purpose of this pass is simply to remove the obvious mechanical problems so they are not distracting me during the more important passes that follow.</span></p><p><b><span>Second Pass – Continuity, Timeline, and Canon</span></b></p><p><span>Now I start looking at whether the story actually agrees with itself.</span></p><p><span>I check ages, dates, geography, travel time, family relationships, injuries, legal details, clues, financial arrangements, and anything else that has to remain consistent throughout the manuscript. I also pay particular attention to who knows what and when they know it.</span></p><p><span>That becomes especially important in mystery, suspense, and any story with information being deliberately withheld. A character cannot react to something they have not learned yet, and a clue introduced in Chapter 12 cannot somehow influence a decision made in Chapter 7.</span></p><p><span>This pass comes early because continuity problems can require substantial rewriting. There is no point polishing a beautiful paragraph if I later discover the entire scene happens on the wrong day and needs to be rewritten.</span></p><p><span>For a manuscript that has been split into multiple books, this pass becomes even more important. Moving scenes and chapters can create continuity problems that did not exist in the original draft.</span></p><p><b><span>Third Pass – Character, Emotional Arc, and Pacing</span></b></p><p><span>Once I am reasonably confident that the facts of the story hold together, I concentrate on the people living inside it.</span></p><p><span>Do their reactions make sense? Are their motivations clear? Has a character earned the emotional response I am asking the reader to accept? Does grief last long enough to feel real? Does anger disappear too conveniently? Does someone suddenly trust another character without enough reason?</span></p><p><span>I also look closely at pacing. Some sections drag because nothing meaningful is happening. Others rush because three revelations, two confrontations, and somebody discovering a family secret all happen within six pages.</span></p><p><span>Neither extreme serves the reader particularly well. This is where I try to make sure the emotional rhythm of the book has room to breathe without allowing the story to stop moving.</span></p><p><b><span>Fourth Pass – Structure and Scene-Level Review</span></b></p><p><span>By the fourth pass, I know what happens and how the characters are responding to it. Now I step back and look at how the story itself has been assembled.</span></p><p><span>I examine chapter order, scene order, transitions, point of view, and the purpose of individual scenes. Every scene does not have to contain an explosion, murder, revelation, or dramatic confrontation, but it does need a reason to exist.</span></p><p><span>Sometimes that reason is plot. Sometimes it is character development. Sometimes it is atmosphere or giving the reader a necessary moment of rest. If I cannot explain why a scene is there, though, I need to seriously consider whether it belongs.</span></p><p><span>This pass also catches missing connective material. During revision, it is surprisingly easy to move or remove something and leave two perfectly good scenes sitting next to each other that no longer connect properly.</span></p><p><span>The individual paragraphs may be fine, but the reader still wonders how everyone suddenly got from Iowa to Ireland. That is a structural problem, not a prose problem.</span></p><p><b><span>Fifth Pass – Prose Refinement</span></b></p><p><span>Only now do I begin seriously working at the sentence level.</span></p><p><span>This pass looks for repetition, weak dialogue, unnecessary exposition, excessive description, restatement, awkward phrasing, and sentences that are simply carrying more weight than they need to.</span></p><p><span>I also look for language that feels artificial or formulaic. That includes what people increasingly call &quot;AI-ish&quot; phrasing, although machines certainly did not invent bad writing. Writers have been producing unnecessary summaries, overly balanced sentences, dramatic fragments, repeated conclusions, and elaborate transitions for centuries.</span></p><p><span>The important question is not whether a phrase resembles something an AI might write. The question is whether it sounds like me. If it does not, it goes.</span></p><p><span>This is also where I tighten dialogue. People rarely explain everything they mean, and characters should not constantly tell one another things they both already know simply because the reader needs the information.</span></p><p><span>By this point, the story should be structurally stable enough that spending time polishing sentences makes sense.</span></p><p><b><span>Sixth Pass – Copy and Format</span></b></p><p><span>Now I go back after the mechanical details: grammar, punctuation, capitalization, quotation marks, chapter titles, formatting consistency, paragraph spacing, stray one-line paragraphs, accidental font changes, missing words, extra spaces, and the other little problems that collect during revision.</span></p><p><span>This may sound a lot like the first pass, but there is an important difference. I have changed thousands of words since the first pass, and every revision creates another opportunity to introduce an error.</span></p><p><span>A sentence can be grammatically perfect before editing and grammatically mangled thirty seconds later because I removed half of it and forgot that the remaining half no longer agrees with itself. That is why proofreading cannot simply happen at the beginning. It has to happen again near the end.</span></p><p><b><span>Seventh Pass – Read-Aloud and Final Reader</span></b></p><p><span>At this point, I stop behaving quite so much like the writer and try to become the reader.</span></p><p><span>I read the manuscript aloud, or at least read it in a way that forces me to hear the sentences rather than skim them. This catches things my eyes have learned to ignore.</span></p><p><span>Missing words are particularly good at hiding in plain sight because my brain knows what I intended to write and helpfully supplies the missing word for me. Reading aloud also exposes rhythm problems, repeated sounds, awkward dialogue, sentences that are too long, and passages that technically make sense but simply do not sound right.</span></p><p><span>The most important rule during this pass is that I am not supposed to start rebuilding the book. If I discover a genuine structural problem, I will fix it, but this is not the time to suddenly decide Chapter 14 would work better as Chapter 6 and rewrite fourteen scenes.</span></p><p><span>There comes a point when editing can stop improving a manuscript and simply make it different. Part of this pass is recognizing when I have reached that point.</span></p><p><b><span>Final Pass – Quality Control</span></b></p><p><span>The manuscript may be finished, but the book is not.</span></p><p><span>My final pass is quality control. I check the title page, copyright page, dedication, epigraph, table of contents, About the Author section, acknowledgments or thank-you section, lists of other available books, and any QR codes.</span></p><p><span>I verify ISBNs, edition information, links, page numbering, chapter headings, and final formatting. QR codes actually get scanned, links get tested, and the copyright page gets read instead of merely glanced at.</span></p><p><span>This is the publishing equivalent of walking around the car one last time before pulling out of the driveway. A beautifully edited novel can still look amateurish if the table of contents is wrong, a QR code leads nowhere, the author's name changes fonts halfway through the back matter, or the copyright page contains information left over from another book.</span></p><p><span>Those things may not be part of the story, but they are absolutely part of the reader's experience.</span></p><p><b><span>Why I Do It in This Order</span></b></p><p><span>The entire process moves from large problems toward small ones.</span></p><p><span>First, I remove obvious distractions. Then I determine whether the facts of the story are consistent. Next, I make sure the characters and pacing work. After that, I examine the structure that holds everything together.</span></p><p><span>Only when those elements are reasonably stable do I spend serious time polishing individual sentences. Then comes mechanical cleanup, followed by reading the manuscript as closely as possible to the way a reader will experience it. Finally, I inspect the finished book rather than merely the manuscript.</span></p><p><span>Could I combine some of these passes? Certainly. Would it be faster? Probably. Would I catch as much? I do not think so.</span></p><p><span>Editing requires changing the question I am asking myself. One day the question is, &quot;Could this have happened?&quot; Another day it is, &quot;Would this character actually do this?&quot; Later it becomes, &quot;Do I need this paragraph?&quot; Eventually, it is simply, &quot;Why in the world is there a comma there?&quot;</span></p><p><span>Trying to answer all of those questions simultaneously is how I end up answering none of them particularly well.</span></p><p><span>So I make multiple passes. It takes longer, but by the time I finally call a manuscript finished, I have looked at the book eight different ways, and even then I know perfectly well that somewhere inside it is probably a typo laughing at me.</span></p></div><p></p></div>
</div></div></div></div></div></div> ]]></content:encoded><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2026 08:56:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Four Books, One Grain Line]]></title><link>https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/blogs/post/four-books-one-grain</link><description><![CDATA[<img align="left" hspace="5" src="https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/sawdust sage logo.png"/>A reflective look at four books by James Allen, The Sawdust Sage™, and the steady grain that connects them — from Sawdust to Stardust through Unstable Conditions. A quiet tour of how the writing voice formed, evolved, and continues to move forward.]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="zpcontent-container blogpost-container "><div data-element-id="elm_OW3QPO5YQkicc2tfigvpAw" data-element-type="section" class="zpsection "><style type="text/css"></style><div class="zpcontainer-fluid zpcontainer"><div data-element-id="elm_9y_dW9RQRuKOB9A6Sv_ldQ" data-element-type="row" class="zprow zprow-container zpalign-items- zpjustify-content- " data-equal-column=""><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_EWnPR-Q4SNmFPKjqOI0ISQ" data-element-type="column" class="zpelem-col zpcol-12 zpcol-md-12 zpcol-sm-12 zpalign-self- "><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_hSHuz_uwQrSO0zENL5fb2Q" data-element-type="heading" class="zpelement zpelem-heading "><style></style><h2
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<div data-element-id="elm_xdpjPLnxSiesnVV48aPPFA" data-element-type="text" class="zpelement zpelem-text "><style></style><div class="zptext zptext-align-center zptext-align-mobile-center zptext-align-tablet-center " data-editor="true"><p></p><div><div style="text-align:left;"><div><h1 style="font-weight:400;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Four Books, One Grain Line<br/><span style="font-size:16px;">by James Allen</span></span></h1></div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br/>Mine began with Sawdust to Stardust — the first place where the voice that would become The Sawdust Sage™ really started to take shape. Looking back, I can see the themes forming: work, reflection, the quiet philosophy that tends to show up when you spend enough time in a shop or at a kitchen table.</span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br/></span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Over time, the writing settled into a more comfortable rhythm. Of all the books I’ve written, Coffee-Fueled Sunday Mornings is probably the one that feels most like home to me. It lives in that familiar space between humor and reflection — the place where most of my better thoughts tend to wander in from.</span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br/></span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Interestingly, the book that has connected most strongly with readers so far has been Unrequested Advice about Love, Relationships, and Other Topics. When people ask me about that one, I usually tell them:</span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br/></span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">It’s the stuff I wish I’d known at 20…</span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">that took me the next 40 years to figure out.</span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br/></span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">There’s something about that collection that seems to meet people where they are. Maybe it’s the mix of plainspoken honesty and dry humor. Maybe it’s just good timing. Either way, readers have clearly made it their own.</span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br/></span></div><div style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">&nbsp;</span></div></div><p></p></div>
</div></div></div></div></div></div> ]]></content:encoded><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:16:37 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome to JamesAllenWrites.com — Stories, Sawdust & Everyday Wisdom]]></title><link>https://www.jamesallenwrites.com/blogs/post/welcome-to-jamesallenwrites.com-—-stories-sawdust-everyday-wisdom</link><description><![CDATA[A welcome note from James Allen introducing The Sawdust Sage™, Seamus Ailin™, and the stories behind JamesAllenWrites.com.]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="zpcontent-container blogpost-container "><div data-element-id="elm_FNP0DeZ_SxGOklhF8XJAYg" data-element-type="section" class="zpsection "><style type="text/css"></style><div class="zpcontainer-fluid zpcontainer"><div data-element-id="elm_Us8ZzCFBTdqeEeTAXVFc9w" data-element-type="row" class="zprow zprow-container zpalign-items- zpjustify-content- " data-equal-column=""><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_sT-bAetCTimyJoGAcXIE-g" data-element-type="column" class="zpelem-col zpcol-12 zpcol-md-12 zpcol-sm-12 zpalign-self- "><style type="text/css"></style><div data-element-id="elm_fXloh9gYRBCs9oA_juIblw" data-element-type="text" class="zpelement zpelem-text "><style></style><div class="zptext zptext-align-center zptext-align-mobile-center zptext-align-tablet-center " data-editor="true"><p></p><div><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">If you’ve found your way here, welcome — you’re in the right place.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">JamesAllenWrites.com is home to the written side of my work, gathered under one roof but spoken in a few different voices.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Some readers know me as <strong>The Sawdust Sage™</strong>, where everyday moments, workshop reflections, and the occasional sideways observation tend to turn into poetry and essays. The Sawdust Sage™ writes poetry, essays, and stories for thoughtful readers ages 12 and up.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Others arrive through <strong>Seamus Ailin™</strong>, where wonder, curiosity, and a slightly more whiskered perspective guide stories for younger readers — and the grown-ups who read with them. <em>Seamus</em> is the Gaelic form of <em>James</em>, and these works aim to express wonder and awe for the kid in all of us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">And sometimes, it’s simply <strong>James Allen</strong>, telling stories (and occasionally rendering opinions in something other than poetry) shaped by a Midwestern upbringing, a few decades of lived experience, and the firm belief that ordinary life is rarely as ordinary as it looks from the outside.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">This site exists as a quiet home base — a place to browse the books, see where we’ll be set up at local markets, and occasionally read something new hot off the mental workbench.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">If you happen to stop by a market table in person, don’t be shy. I’m always happy to personalize a copy or talk shop — literary or otherwise. And if you already own one of the books, you’re absolutely welcome to bring it along.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Thanks for being here.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">— <strong>James Allen</strong><br/><em>The Sawdust Sage™</em></span></p></div><p></p></div>
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