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Cliche’s are Tabu

Greetings and Salutations loyal readers of the blog,

Mischievous and I are preparing to visit the old unconsecrated catholic graveyard.  I need to do some research on ghosts and who better to ask than ghosts.  We’ll be hiking through the Impenetrable Forrest to get there.   The shortcut puts us at risk while we’re in the forest, but it cuts days off the trip.  It’s worth the risk unless, of course, we get attacked by Killer Koalas, Piranha Hummingbirds, or Vampire Tarantulas.  You may ask again, why?  My friend, Mischievous Raven is picking up some survival gear from his friends over at A to Z AMMO.  He assures me we can make the trip safely.

“Hey Eerie.  A little help.”

Glancing up I see what appears at first sight to be the regurgitation of debris from an Army surplus store that has somehow been animated into a moving heap of junk.  Then an ebony wing waves frantically from under the moving pile.  Mischievous, is that you?

“Yeah, who else?  Now, can you get this stuff off me?”

Sure.  I pick off bandoliers of ammunition, automatic weapons, a selection of swords and camouflage everything.  Finally a familiar face pears out.  Is all this stuff really necessary?

“When I told my buddy at A to Z where we were going he through in a bunch of stuff he wants us to test.”

I’m afraid to ask.

“Check it out Vampire Tarantula repellent.  Apply this to any exposed skin and breathe easy.”

Peuu.  Breath easy, I can’t breathe at all.

“Don’t use it.  I promise to drag your dehydrated husk out of the forest after they’ve sucked you dry.”

Okay okay.  What else you got.

“Killer Koala pheromones.  We’re supposed to leave a trail of this as we go.  It makes the Koalas horny and they forget all about eating.”


“Next we have this camouflage gear.  This will keep away the Piranha Hummingbirds.  And finally, a digital camera that will upload any pictures we take directly to A to Z’s server.”

How is that supposed to help?

“Since no one has ever seen a Black Tiger and lived, they asked if you would take a picture for them.”

This would be my last act on the planet, to send your buddies a picture of a Black Tiger.

“Yeah you know for science and all.”

Fine let’s get started.

At the bi-weekly gathering of Dwarves, the topic of clichés came up, again.  So I decided to repost this blog.

 From November 12, 2010.  You know all those clichés about ‘time’? Like: time is fleeting, time heels all wounds, only time will tell, time is of the essence, time waits for no man, in the nick of time, time after time, a stitch in time saves nine, time is money, in due time, at a time like this, there is no time like the present, the times they are a changing.  

We have; good time, bad time, due time, on time, in time, only time, no time, spare time, same time, next time, big time, first time, full-time, part-time, easy time, closing time, save time, waste time, hard time, hot time, kill time, borrowed time, long time, short time, lost time, mark time. 

I could go on and on because, I’ve got time on my hands, but time is running out, so let’s make time. Making time; what the hell does that even mean?

For writers, clichés are the quicksand of language. (I’m going somewhere with this I promise) Time and again, (there’s another one) writers are cautioned not to use clichés and yet you can’t put time in a sentence without risking the use of a cliché and yet that is the job of any writer worthy of the title. Do we falter? Continuously. But try we must, not to fall into the quicksand. Among the Evil Dwarves I admit I am the guiltiest of this infraction. So for this I throw myself on the mercy of the court and ask for lenience. My point here is (I told you this was going somewhere) that writers are not perfect, but we do our best to spin a worthy tail and follow the thousands of mind numbing rules that the industry imposes. So forgive us our indiscretions, allow for the misplaced comma or the occasional cliché and instead enjoy the story. Because in the end the story is what it’s all about.

I think I’ve wasted enough time. It’s about time I get on with this. If you can think of any notable ‘times’ I’ve missed, please chastise me in the comment box.   

As you know by this time, I always leave you with a quotation.

“Everything changed the day he figured out there was just enough time for the important things in life.”  D. Andreas 

Write On,


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