tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post8513716128255807306..comments2023-09-07T07:41:28.307-04:00Comments on Zestful Writing: Using Fickle MemoryElizabeth Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01207536110886973913noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-39859265667316721852021-09-20T16:22:50.050-04:002021-09-20T16:22:50.050-04:00I was again searching for that commercial today wh...I was again searching for that commercial today when your blog came up. I've been trying to validate my memory of Peggy Fleming advertising for Shaeffer pens (or I thought it could be Parker pens!). Finding this confirms my doubly faulty memory, but I was so happy to see it! I remember seeing the commercial while living in the childhood home we moved from in 1967 - unless that is faulty as well. :) Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00778859818473178365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-51996305640370037692018-02-23T16:54:44.155-05:002018-02-23T16:54:44.155-05:00...wink emoticon......wink emoticon...Elizabeth Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207536110886973913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-56693012879598247612018-02-23T16:54:25.456-05:002018-02-23T16:54:25.456-05:00Alison, interesting device re: a character who can...Alison, interesting device re: a character who can't trust her own memory. And that's a great story re: the perfume. I bet you're the kind of sociopath who can pass a polygraph test while lying...Elizabeth Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207536110886973913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-60529952650782633082018-02-23T16:52:05.507-05:002018-02-23T16:52:05.507-05:00Oh, Beej, that's hilarious re: the boss, and I...Oh, Beej, that's hilarious re: the boss, and I bet you're in plentiful company with that. Funny, I've noticed things getting changed between parent-and-child memories too. My mom insisted my sister was obsessed with cashews when young, but it was actually me. (Yeah, well, weirdness can run in families...)Elizabeth Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207536110886973913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-22364940546601326132018-02-23T14:49:13.978-05:002018-02-23T14:49:13.978-05:00Many years ago, a male colleague bought me some ex...Many years ago, a male colleague bought me some expensive perfume from a trip (I was in charge of organizing work travel.) I knew my then-husband would have a fit, so I told him it was from a female colleague (we'll call her Sara.) Some time later, the male colleague asked me how I liked the perfume. "The one from Sara?" I said, "I love it." I had so thoroughly convinced myself she'd bought if for me (in order to be convincing to the husband) that I'd completely forgotten he was the gift giver! On a different note, the protagonist in my first novel (Along Came the Rain) is a woman who has a faulty memory and doesn't know whether she can trust her memory or not. Readers who don't know me personally asked me what made me think of that topic. Readers who do, commented that they saw a lot of me in her! Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08270561693178236155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-40581165704942137902018-02-23T12:06:54.445-05:002018-02-23T12:06:54.445-05:00I could've sworn that was Peggy Fleming, too. ...I could've sworn that was Peggy Fleming, too. I remember seeing those commercials. Amazing what tricks the mind plays. Here's another one, but just slightly different: I used to bring things up to my boss in conversation, only to find that hours or maybe a day later or so he brought it up like it was his idea. It was useless to try to convince him otherwise. I realized that could be a useful thing as time went on. If he thought it was his idea, then he was more likely to get behind it. Ah, memory! Things that I was sure happened to me as a child, my mom insisted happened to one of my sisters or didn't happen at all. When I checked with my sisters, they said no, they remembered it the same way I did. So even parents can get it wrong in the memory department. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06108715396404430718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-76562872969277101142018-02-22T16:33:40.814-05:002018-02-22T16:33:40.814-05:00Yeah, 'rashomon' is great to bring up here...Yeah, 'rashomon' is great to bring up here, Neil. BTW, congratulations on your new work: IN HIS KISS, available widely now.Elizabeth Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207536110886973913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-21140350465568923042018-02-22T16:30:21.258-05:002018-02-22T16:30:21.258-05:00That's a good story, Liz. The difference betwe...That's a good story, Liz. The difference between memories separated by so many years!Elizabeth Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207536110886973913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-43568935806119811172018-02-22T16:11:18.639-05:002018-02-22T16:11:18.639-05:00Also the "rashomon" technique can be ver...Also the "rashomon" technique can be very handy-- two people with very different views of some incident.Neil Plakcyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14790700248668484294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873889619654138974.post-3727085881106436962018-02-22T16:07:31.228-05:002018-02-22T16:07:31.228-05:00Love this! I had a similar experience recently. I ...Love this! I had a similar experience recently. I drove through a neighborhood from my childhood that I use as the backdrop for the small town in my book. In my recall of that area's downtown, I saw a two story, yellow brick set of storefronts--maybe 5 or six 1950s era front door and glass display window combos. During my drive-by I was stunned to see a one story, red-brick, building with only 3 stores. That was it. I paid attention to that jolt of emotion over having it so wrong in my mind. The sensation will definitely make its way into my writing.Liz Boegerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14849249805836622070noreply@blogger.com