Ny author day is here! Thanks to Nicole who is a super fan of my work and she did me a big solid my posting me on her blog. Fan(s) of me will appreciate my humorous answers to the questions. I am nothing if not quirky.
So, run, don't walk over to Nicole's blog:
http://darkicegoddessmusings.blogspot.com/
Later gator
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Apropos?
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Friday, March 02, 2007
The Urge To Merge
So, I finally got around to watching 'March of the Penguins' which I found out is a play on the mating season which begins in March.
Anyhoo, if you haven't seen this movie, you should. It's amazing. It really is a love story about family. The fact that there are even Emperor penguins in this world. It's truly a miracle. I was awestruck.
But not too much that I didn't wonder first how penguins actually do the deed as it were and secondly what they might taste like. Not that I'd eat them. I won't even eat buffalo. But I wondered if there were actually people out there that may have killed and eaten penguin. And of they have, please don't say that it tasted like chicken.
In other news...
I have finally decided on a penname. When my books are published, the front cover will read 'Monica Kaye.' Catchy, huh? It's my first name and middle initial.
And in really good news...
Check out my pal Nicole's blog 'Dark Ice Goddess' Musings' on March 23rd when yours truly will be the guest author. She sent some really funny questions and I sent some what I thought were funny answers.
So, check it out!
Anyhoo, if you haven't seen this movie, you should. It's amazing. It really is a love story about family. The fact that there are even Emperor penguins in this world. It's truly a miracle. I was awestruck.
But not too much that I didn't wonder first how penguins actually do the deed as it were and secondly what they might taste like. Not that I'd eat them. I won't even eat buffalo. But I wondered if there were actually people out there that may have killed and eaten penguin. And of they have, please don't say that it tasted like chicken.
In other news...
I have finally decided on a penname. When my books are published, the front cover will read 'Monica Kaye.' Catchy, huh? It's my first name and middle initial.
And in really good news...
Check out my pal Nicole's blog 'Dark Ice Goddess' Musings' on March 23rd when yours truly will be the guest author. She sent some really funny questions and I sent some what I thought were funny answers.
So, check it out!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
A Confession
I love romance novels. I read them voraciously. And although I've been superbusy in my life and haven't read as many as I would like lately, I'm still all about romance.
My confession? I don't buy books. Well, rarely. And only at used bookstores or K-mart which sells them for 25% off list. I never buy hardbacks. Ever.
Or I go really cheap and do the library thing.
Why? Because I think that they're just getting so fucking expensive. $26 for a book? Really? I don't think so! And paperbacks aren't all that much better. I remember when I could buy a Harlequin book for $2.50. Now, they're almost $5. And people outside of the industry may not know this, but word counts are going down, Blaze used to be 75,000 words. Now they're 65,000. That's a huge difference. People are paying more but getting less.
I cannot tell you how angry I was when JD Robb's 'In Death' books went hardback. I used to immediately buy them right off the shelves. Now not so much. And there was that brief stint that Christine Feehan made into the new 'reader friendly' format. They were those long columns books. I hated them. And they were like $3 more expensive than normal. For the same thing!
The problem is that I know that when I spend a Saturday at the bookstore and read 3 books that I won't buy, while I think I'm hurting the publisher (which I am), I'm doing more damage to the writer. Especially unpubs like myself. When I make it harder for established writers, I make it damned near impossible for myself.
I think that the publishing industry needs to address many of these concerns. The growing popularity of e-pubs and e-books are taking a chunk of their business. I would buy an e-book before a print. I know that may of the publishers are dipping their toes into the e-pub trade. I think it's a step in the right direction. I saw a book at the bookstore that I wanted to buy but it was too expensive. I went onto the website and I bought the e-book a few days later. That should tell publishers a lot.
I don't know exactly what the solution to this may be, but I know that my concerns are that of many others. It's the talk of the publishing industry. It's a problem that needs to be solved.
Now, I love books. I love the feel of them in my hand. I love the smell of them. I want to buy more books. I want whole rooms full of them. There is nothing wonderful than holding a book in your hands, feeling the pages, becoming intimate with the writer and the story.
I simply can't afford them. Not like I used to.
And that makes me sad.
My confession? I don't buy books. Well, rarely. And only at used bookstores or K-mart which sells them for 25% off list. I never buy hardbacks. Ever.
Or I go really cheap and do the library thing.
Why? Because I think that they're just getting so fucking expensive. $26 for a book? Really? I don't think so! And paperbacks aren't all that much better. I remember when I could buy a Harlequin book for $2.50. Now, they're almost $5. And people outside of the industry may not know this, but word counts are going down, Blaze used to be 75,000 words. Now they're 65,000. That's a huge difference. People are paying more but getting less.
And although I am an aspiring writer, I'm also a consumer. I think I'm the typical consumer who's outraged at the treatment that we're getting from publishers. I rarely buy even my most fave authors and never take the chance of new ones.
I cannot tell you how angry I was when JD Robb's 'In Death' books went hardback. I used to immediately buy them right off the shelves. Now not so much. And there was that brief stint that Christine Feehan made into the new 'reader friendly' format. They were those long columns books. I hated them. And they were like $3 more expensive than normal. For the same thing!
The problem is that I know that when I spend a Saturday at the bookstore and read 3 books that I won't buy, while I think I'm hurting the publisher (which I am), I'm doing more damage to the writer. Especially unpubs like myself. When I make it harder for established writers, I make it damned near impossible for myself.
I think that the publishing industry needs to address many of these concerns. The growing popularity of e-pubs and e-books are taking a chunk of their business. I would buy an e-book before a print. I know that may of the publishers are dipping their toes into the e-pub trade. I think it's a step in the right direction. I saw a book at the bookstore that I wanted to buy but it was too expensive. I went onto the website and I bought the e-book a few days later. That should tell publishers a lot.
I don't know exactly what the solution to this may be, but I know that my concerns are that of many others. It's the talk of the publishing industry. It's a problem that needs to be solved.
Now, I love books. I love the feel of them in my hand. I love the smell of them. I want to buy more books. I want whole rooms full of them. There is nothing wonderful than holding a book in your hands, feeling the pages, becoming intimate with the writer and the story.
I simply can't afford them. Not like I used to.
And that makes me sad.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Life
I wish I had more interesting things to report. My life is pretty much simple. And by simple, I mean boring. I wonder if that's why I live in my head so much of the time. I love reading and writing. I love creating and exploring. Unfortunately, I do most of this through reading. I say that I want to get out and have new adventures. However, if I really did want to do that, I would do it.
There's always an excuse not to do something. What's your?
There's always an excuse not to do something. What's your?
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Writer's Life
I didn't think that I had one but I do. I've written nothing for the past few weeks. Literally nothing. I've either been surfing the net aimlessly or watching television. Yeah, my exciting life. I've heard writers talk about their working environment but it all sounded like a bunch of hooey to me.
Now I know better.
My environment? Sitting on my bed in a completely darkened room. No lights on, no televison, not even my beloved iPod. I have to write late at night or not at all. I'm a complete night owl. Now, why this works for me, I can't say. But I wrote like woman possessed last night.
Now I know better.
My environment? Sitting on my bed in a completely darkened room. No lights on, no televison, not even my beloved iPod. I have to write late at night or not at all. I'm a complete night owl. Now, why this works for me, I can't say. But I wrote like woman possessed last night.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Getting Serious
So, I submitted a probably shitty query letter to an agent. According to RWA when I receive my rejection letter, I will officially become an RWA Pro. Yeah, me!
Seriously, the query was just okay. It's not as though I am expecting anything to come from it. I just wanted to experience of actually going through the process. I fully expect a form rejection letter. If by some miracle a partial is actually requested, I may shit my pants.
I have already erected a bulletin board titled 'Wall of Rejection: or Publishing Industry Assholes on my Shitlist.' I expect it will be quite an impressive list.
I must be really serious about this writing thing if I'm willing to put myself through this torture.
Seriously, the query was just okay. It's not as though I am expecting anything to come from it. I just wanted to experience of actually going through the process. I fully expect a form rejection letter. If by some miracle a partial is actually requested, I may shit my pants.
I have already erected a bulletin board titled 'Wall of Rejection: or Publishing Industry Assholes on my Shitlist.' I expect it will be quite an impressive list.
I must be really serious about this writing thing if I'm willing to put myself through this torture.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
That's Racist?
So, I'm watching 'Top Design' and the first thing that I noticed (as always) is that there's no Black Folk.
What? Black Folk don't decorate? They don't like to paint walls or buy throw pillows? They have no sense of visual aesthetics?
I know I don't. I could care less about what's on my walls or on my couch. But I do like to see my peeps represented properly.
C'mon 'Top Design' give a brotha (or a sista) a break. Show us the love. It IS Black History Month after all.
And talk about stereotyping! Are all male interior decorators gay? Apparently so, according to this show!
Just an aside...What's the deal with Todd Oldham's teeth. You'd think the man'd have enough money to get his grill tight.
He's also a bad host. There was no finesse to the introduction of the players. It's definitely no 'Project Runway.'
I'll give it another looksie just to make sure I'm over it.
What? Black Folk don't decorate? They don't like to paint walls or buy throw pillows? They have no sense of visual aesthetics?
I know I don't. I could care less about what's on my walls or on my couch. But I do like to see my peeps represented properly.
C'mon 'Top Design' give a brotha (or a sista) a break. Show us the love. It IS Black History Month after all.
And talk about stereotyping! Are all male interior decorators gay? Apparently so, according to this show!
Just an aside...What's the deal with Todd Oldham's teeth. You'd think the man'd have enough money to get his grill tight.
He's also a bad host. There was no finesse to the introduction of the players. It's definitely no 'Project Runway.'
I'll give it another looksie just to make sure I'm over it.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
CONTESTS!
Cross your fingers everyone. I have entered The Heart of the Rockies contest for unpublished authors. I entered 'On Business' in the erotica category and my finished ms 'Chasing Riki' in the single title category. This is the first time I've entered my work in a contest but I've heard that a lot of authors got their start that way so I'm hopeful.
There are also more contest coming in the next few months. I'm really excited about The Molly. I'll be working on some new projects to submit to them.
Something that I've learned this week is that writing a synopsis is hard. Especially when you're doing it in three days, which was when I decided to enter the contest. But I'll blog more on that later.
In other news, I'm going to the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. It was a choice between RT and RWA and while RWA is more staid and businesslike, I really don't relish spending July in Dallas. So. I'm saving up to go next year in San Francisco. I'll give me another excuse to go to California.
There are also more contest coming in the next few months. I'm really excited about The Molly. I'll be working on some new projects to submit to them.
Something that I've learned this week is that writing a synopsis is hard. Especially when you're doing it in three days, which was when I decided to enter the contest. But I'll blog more on that later.
In other news, I'm going to the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. It was a choice between RT and RWA and while RWA is more staid and businesslike, I really don't relish spending July in Dallas. So. I'm saving up to go next year in San Francisco. I'll give me another excuse to go to California.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
California Rocks!
This of you who read my blog on a regular basis know that it's been snowing its snowy little ass off in Denver.
Luckily I'm in Sunny San Diego this week. At least until my plane leaves Sunday morning. I have to tell you all that I am seriously considering a climate change. I hate snow. I hate being cold. I hate driving in icy conditions. It's January and I was laying out by the pool today. Even saying that is enough to put a smile on my face.
The problem is that San Diego is expensive as hell. I can't afford to live here unless I marry a doctor or a lawyer. Or become one myself. But I figure it's easier the other way around.
So as I contemplate my last few days in paradise. Feel sorry for me.
It's snowing in Denver.
Luckily I'm in Sunny San Diego this week. At least until my plane leaves Sunday morning. I have to tell you all that I am seriously considering a climate change. I hate snow. I hate being cold. I hate driving in icy conditions. It's January and I was laying out by the pool today. Even saying that is enough to put a smile on my face.
The problem is that San Diego is expensive as hell. I can't afford to live here unless I marry a doctor or a lawyer. Or become one myself. But I figure it's easier the other way around.
So as I contemplate my last few days in paradise. Feel sorry for me.
It's snowing in Denver.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Waxing and Whining
This is one of those days when I'm grateful for the anonymity of the internet because I'm about to tell a story that I probably won't tell anyone else in my life.
So for the past few months I've noticed a rather conspicuous growth of hair on my upper lips. At least it was noticeable to me since I look at myself in a mirror at least once a day. So this week I was at my local K-Mart buying stuff to shave my legs when I noticed face waxing strips and I figured 'What the hell' and I bought them.
So that night, when all in the house had gone to bed, I waxed. HOLY SHIT! Not only did that shit hurt like hell, it was awfully effective. The dofference was blatantly obvious. I literally stared at myself in the mirror for almost 10 min. I could tell that something was different.
And now, my mind panics. Did people think I was growing a moustache? Were they staring at my Groucho Marx? How long have people been staring at the stache? Could I grow into the bearded lady?
But is there any polite way to tell a woman that she's grown a moustache? Even of she were your best friend? "Listen, girl, you need to do something about that caterpillar growing on your lip." Most women, including myself, would want to sink into the floor.
Yet, we have no qualms about telling our friends if they have broccoli in their teeth. We want to know those things. In fact, I was at work the other day and told a co-worker she had blueberry stuck in her teeth and she was positively grateful.
Zippers are another matter. It's hard to tell someone that their zipper is down. Do you want to let someone know that you were looking at their package or snatch as it were? No. But we all look. Something that catches our eye, something other a flaccid penis.
But then we're caught in a quandry. How do we inform a person that they're junk is in the wind?
So for the past few months I've noticed a rather conspicuous growth of hair on my upper lips. At least it was noticeable to me since I look at myself in a mirror at least once a day. So this week I was at my local K-Mart buying stuff to shave my legs when I noticed face waxing strips and I figured 'What the hell' and I bought them.
So that night, when all in the house had gone to bed, I waxed. HOLY SHIT! Not only did that shit hurt like hell, it was awfully effective. The dofference was blatantly obvious. I literally stared at myself in the mirror for almost 10 min. I could tell that something was different.
And now, my mind panics. Did people think I was growing a moustache? Were they staring at my Groucho Marx? How long have people been staring at the stache? Could I grow into the bearded lady?
But is there any polite way to tell a woman that she's grown a moustache? Even of she were your best friend? "Listen, girl, you need to do something about that caterpillar growing on your lip." Most women, including myself, would want to sink into the floor.
Yet, we have no qualms about telling our friends if they have broccoli in their teeth. We want to know those things. In fact, I was at work the other day and told a co-worker she had blueberry stuck in her teeth and she was positively grateful.
Zippers are another matter. It's hard to tell someone that their zipper is down. Do you want to let someone know that you were looking at their package or snatch as it were? No. But we all look. Something that catches our eye, something other a flaccid penis.
But then we're caught in a quandry. How do we inform a person that they're junk is in the wind?
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
New Year Randomness
Rediscovering Old Hotties:
So, last night I was watching Leno and George Clooney was the main guest. Suddenly, about 20 mins into the interview I think, 'Damn, George clooney is fucking hot!' This is weird because I've never really thought about him in that way. I've always thought he was handsome but never that I wanted to fuck him. Now I do.
Also on my rediscovered list: Leonardo DiCaprio. He's another one that came out of left field. I've never even found him remotely attractive. Not even in that God-awful 'Titanic' movie. (Which is, BTW, the WORST movie I've even seen.) But I went to go see 'The Departed' and halfway through the movie, I turn to my friend and say 'Is it just me or is Leonardo DiCaprio totally hot?' To which she reponds, 'Oh, my God yes!'
In other news, I LOVE Barack Obama. I would totally fuck him and have more of his children if it wouldn't ruin his marriage and political chances. He just does it for me. He is intelligent, good looking, and appears to be a vey genuine, socially minded person. He's AMAZING!
OBAMA 2008
Now, I have laid claim to several men, both real and fictional. I call them my 'Husbands.' They are men I's like to fuck, marry, or have their babies. Here is a small taste:
Colin Firth
Colin Farell- TOTALLY FUCKABLE!
Roarke- from Nora Roberts' 'In Death' series
Patrick Dempsey
Jesse L. Martin
People Who Don't Live In The Real World
I admit it. I love shows about rich people. My faves? The Fabulous Life, Cribs, and My Super Sweet Sixteen. It's interesting to see how the 'other half' (which is really the other 1% but why quibble?) lives.
But what I saw last night was crazy. It was The Fabulous Lives of Heiresses. These bitches were crazy! I won't even go into their spending habits. It's painful.
But the fact is that you can't really blame them. It's their parents who've indulged their every whim since birth. Now, being firmly ensconsed in the lower middle class or upper lower class, this sits wrong with me. I understand spoiling children...to a point. But to give in to anything and everything? That's where I draw a line. These people are raising children no only with no concept of the value of achievement or the worth of a dollar, but also with no possible framework to understand people who don't live in that bubble that isn' reality for the other 99% of the world. Things are just things, they have no meaning if they are easily replaced. And not only do they place too much value on things, they can't understand the plight of the poor or the quickly dimishing middle class. How could they? They don't live on a planet that I like to call earth.
HAPPY 2007!
So, last night I was watching Leno and George Clooney was the main guest. Suddenly, about 20 mins into the interview I think, 'Damn, George clooney is fucking hot!' This is weird because I've never really thought about him in that way. I've always thought he was handsome but never that I wanted to fuck him. Now I do.
Also on my rediscovered list: Leonardo DiCaprio. He's another one that came out of left field. I've never even found him remotely attractive. Not even in that God-awful 'Titanic' movie. (Which is, BTW, the WORST movie I've even seen.) But I went to go see 'The Departed' and halfway through the movie, I turn to my friend and say 'Is it just me or is Leonardo DiCaprio totally hot?' To which she reponds, 'Oh, my God yes!'
In other news, I LOVE Barack Obama. I would totally fuck him and have more of his children if it wouldn't ruin his marriage and political chances. He just does it for me. He is intelligent, good looking, and appears to be a vey genuine, socially minded person. He's AMAZING!
OBAMA 2008
Now, I have laid claim to several men, both real and fictional. I call them my 'Husbands.' They are men I's like to fuck, marry, or have their babies. Here is a small taste:
Colin Firth
Colin Farell- TOTALLY FUCKABLE!
Roarke- from Nora Roberts' 'In Death' series
Patrick Dempsey
Jesse L. Martin
People Who Don't Live In The Real World
I admit it. I love shows about rich people. My faves? The Fabulous Life, Cribs, and My Super Sweet Sixteen. It's interesting to see how the 'other half' (which is really the other 1% but why quibble?) lives.
But what I saw last night was crazy. It was The Fabulous Lives of Heiresses. These bitches were crazy! I won't even go into their spending habits. It's painful.
But the fact is that you can't really blame them. It's their parents who've indulged their every whim since birth. Now, being firmly ensconsed in the lower middle class or upper lower class, this sits wrong with me. I understand spoiling children...to a point. But to give in to anything and everything? That's where I draw a line. These people are raising children no only with no concept of the value of achievement or the worth of a dollar, but also with no possible framework to understand people who don't live in that bubble that isn' reality for the other 99% of the world. Things are just things, they have no meaning if they are easily replaced. And not only do they place too much value on things, they can't understand the plight of the poor or the quickly dimishing middle class. How could they? They don't live on a planet that I like to call earth.
HAPPY 2007!
Monday, December 25, 2006
I'm going to hell Pt. 2
So, last night I was attending Christmas Eve services at my church. And it was a very lovely ceremony. But it was running a bit long and I was anxious to get home and finish my story. Now, I am a firm believer that God knows all and sees all and hears all. Even our thoughts. Am I a bit paranoid? Maybe.
So, it was in the middle of this ver reverential celebration of the birth of the Christ child that I begin to mentall write the ending to my story. It was a very involved sex scene, complete with the word 'fuck.'
Oh shit! Not only am I thinking about fucking (both the act and the word) but I'm doing it in church. ON JESUS' BIRTHDAY!
Hell, party 0f one.
So, it was in the middle of this ver reverential celebration of the birth of the Christ child that I begin to mentall write the ending to my story. It was a very involved sex scene, complete with the word 'fuck.'
Oh shit! Not only am I thinking about fucking (both the act and the word) but I'm doing it in church. ON JESUS' BIRTHDAY!
Hell, party 0f one.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
SNOW DAY!
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
Well, as people in other parts of the country may or may not know, there's a blizzard here in Colorado. And my job, in its not-so-infinite wisdom has declared not one but TWO snow days! Hell yeah! I've spent the day sleeping, watching trash television, and reading. Tonight, I will spend writing. I do my best writing between 1 am and 5 am. I have a process. I like to sit in a dark room with my laptop and write. So that's what I'll do tonight.
I also got my official membership to Romance Writers of America. Yeah me! I now plan to join 2, possibly 3, chapters: Heart of Denver Romance Writers; Passionate Ink; and Colorado Romance Writers Inc.
I am so excited to meet other aspiring and published writers!
Happy Snow Day!
Well, as people in other parts of the country may or may not know, there's a blizzard here in Colorado. And my job, in its not-so-infinite wisdom has declared not one but TWO snow days! Hell yeah! I've spent the day sleeping, watching trash television, and reading. Tonight, I will spend writing. I do my best writing between 1 am and 5 am. I have a process. I like to sit in a dark room with my laptop and write. So that's what I'll do tonight.
I also got my official membership to Romance Writers of America. Yeah me! I now plan to join 2, possibly 3, chapters: Heart of Denver Romance Writers; Passionate Ink; and Colorado Romance Writers Inc.
I am so excited to meet other aspiring and published writers!
Happy Snow Day!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Random Thoughts
I haven't blogged in like a month. You may ask what have I been up to? Well, I'm STILL polishing my novel and writing-and re-writing- my query letter.
I'm also realizing that I'm WAY behind the times. A couple weeks ago I checked out the first season of 'Queer as Folk' from my local library. Luckily they have self-checkout because I felt just the tiniest bit conspicuous with that box in my hand. Kind of like when you go to buy condoms. Everyone knows what you're going to be doing later that night.
Anyhoo, I don't have cable so I never got a chance to watch QAF when it was new and exciting. But I did watch 'The L Word' and I really enjoyed that show. With 'L' I was hooked immediately. I have to say that it took at least 4 episodes of QAF before I really got into it. I don't know why. Maybe because it was so raw. I mean, all they needed was to show an actual erect penis and it would've been gay porn. Shocking!
But eventually I came to enjoy the show. And now I have my faves. Emmett cracks me up, he's my favorite character. I think Ted is really hot. Michael I can take or leave. And Brian can't act. Also, aside from Brian and Michael, the other characters get no play. Except for that little boy, Sunshine. Seriously people, that's like illegal and kind of creepy.
There are still moments in that show that make me cringe in a way that doesn't happen with 'L.' Maybe it has to do with the more gritty storylines. I mean men, even gay men, are still men. I don't know many men that go for softer, more emotional storylines.
So, what about you? QAF or The L Word?
More Randomness...
My favorite shows this week are
The Best Week Ever
And
The Soup
And don't worry, everyone will get a Christmas/Chanukah/Kwanzaa present VERY soon!
Peace on Earth
I'm also realizing that I'm WAY behind the times. A couple weeks ago I checked out the first season of 'Queer as Folk' from my local library. Luckily they have self-checkout because I felt just the tiniest bit conspicuous with that box in my hand. Kind of like when you go to buy condoms. Everyone knows what you're going to be doing later that night.
Anyhoo, I don't have cable so I never got a chance to watch QAF when it was new and exciting. But I did watch 'The L Word' and I really enjoyed that show. With 'L' I was hooked immediately. I have to say that it took at least 4 episodes of QAF before I really got into it. I don't know why. Maybe because it was so raw. I mean, all they needed was to show an actual erect penis and it would've been gay porn. Shocking!
But eventually I came to enjoy the show. And now I have my faves. Emmett cracks me up, he's my favorite character. I think Ted is really hot. Michael I can take or leave. And Brian can't act. Also, aside from Brian and Michael, the other characters get no play. Except for that little boy, Sunshine. Seriously people, that's like illegal and kind of creepy.
There are still moments in that show that make me cringe in a way that doesn't happen with 'L.' Maybe it has to do with the more gritty storylines. I mean men, even gay men, are still men. I don't know many men that go for softer, more emotional storylines.
So, what about you? QAF or The L Word?
More Randomness...
My favorite shows this week are
The Best Week Ever
And
The Soup
And don't worry, everyone will get a Christmas/Chanukah/Kwanzaa present VERY soon!
Peace on Earth
Monday, November 27, 2006
File Under 'I Could Give A Fuck'
Last week Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes got married. Now this event is really insignificant in my life as it was in almost everyone else's in this country and in he world. My problem, AGAIN, is that the media assumes that the public is hounding for news about the wedding. I could care less what dress she wore or what food they served at the reception.
But what bothers me is that for like a week, I could not stop seeing reports about the wedding. In fact, the TV Guide channel practically ran this stupid two-hour show about the wedding on a perpetual loop last weekend. (At least, I assumed it was two hours because the shit was on FOREVER! I stopped watching the TV Guide channel that week and was forced to just click aimlessly through my channels.)
Now, I wish Tom and Katie every happiness. I do. I think he's a freak and she's brainwashed and vapid, but hey, to each his own.
What got me is that everyone, and I mean everyone, seemed to have an opinion about this relationship. People (reporters mostly) that I am 100% sure have never met Tom Cruise nor Katie Holmes in their entire lives, now have a national forum in which to give their unsubstaniated best guesses on things that are none of their business. One woman actually went so far as to say that she believes that Katie's parents didn't approve of the relationship but that all changed once Suri was born. But how does she know that? Maybe they still don't approve. Maybe they're going along with in because they want to stay in the lives of Katie and Suri. Maybe Tom Cruise sent them to the mother ship to get a labotomy. I don't know. But neither did she. Since when do we have the right to pry into people's lives? To dissect their every move? I understand that celebrities are fascinating to most people. But since when did that come to mean that they weren't entitled to any sort of private life?
And more importantly, why are innocent bystanders such as myself subjected to the media's constant fascination with every single aspect of a celebrity's life?
But what bothers me is that for like a week, I could not stop seeing reports about the wedding. In fact, the TV Guide channel practically ran this stupid two-hour show about the wedding on a perpetual loop last weekend. (At least, I assumed it was two hours because the shit was on FOREVER! I stopped watching the TV Guide channel that week and was forced to just click aimlessly through my channels.)
Now, I wish Tom and Katie every happiness. I do. I think he's a freak and she's brainwashed and vapid, but hey, to each his own.
What got me is that everyone, and I mean everyone, seemed to have an opinion about this relationship. People (reporters mostly) that I am 100% sure have never met Tom Cruise nor Katie Holmes in their entire lives, now have a national forum in which to give their unsubstaniated best guesses on things that are none of their business. One woman actually went so far as to say that she believes that Katie's parents didn't approve of the relationship but that all changed once Suri was born. But how does she know that? Maybe they still don't approve. Maybe they're going along with in because they want to stay in the lives of Katie and Suri. Maybe Tom Cruise sent them to the mother ship to get a labotomy. I don't know. But neither did she. Since when do we have the right to pry into people's lives? To dissect their every move? I understand that celebrities are fascinating to most people. But since when did that come to mean that they weren't entitled to any sort of private life?
And more importantly, why are innocent bystanders such as myself subjected to the media's constant fascination with every single aspect of a celebrity's life?
Sunday, November 12, 2006
The dispirited writer
Everybody has talent. Even the most untalented of people have something that they're good at. The most boring accountant or actuary you've ever met probably plays a mean bass guitar. If you find that you're truly talentless, then you haven't looked hard enough and need to try again.
For me, I love writing. I really do. And judging from the response to this blog and The Sweetest Taboo, I'm pretty good at it too.
The problem:
I'm lazy and insecure.
Oftentimes, I lack discipline and focus. I can be like an ADHD child on speed. My minds skips to seventeen different places. I can't commit to one thing. I need help focusing. Otherwis, I'm liable to walk off into unpublished author oblivion.
The problem is not that I don't want it. I do. I've wanted to do this since I was 18. I'm 27 now and life has gotten in the way of my illustrious writing career. I've read many, many, MANY times that unless you're Nora or JAK, making it in publishing, especially mass market fiction, especially romantic literature, you don't make money.
My solution was a fall back career. I went to school. Got my Bachelor's. Went back to school for my Master's. Took another test and got licensed in my chosen profession. So, now I'm sitting pretty for someone my age with no children. And no husband. And no boyfriend. And no life.
And I still can't find the time to devote to my writing.
I wish I were really brave and could just say 'Fuck it' and leave it all behind. I could live in a carboard box with only my laptop which I hide beneath my tattered tweed jacket. I would spend my days in the library. Working on my novels. Creating sexy and funny stories that I will one day sell to the masses in mass market fiction.
In actuality, even if I were to chuck it all, I'd probably be at the library, as I am right now, surfing the internet, as I am doing right now. Because I lack discipline.
Shit! The whole 'lazy' thing just never goes away!
I'm also insecure.
I think most artists are.
I want people to like me, to like my work, to lavish adulation upon me to feed the black hole that once was my self-esteem. Well, maybe more of a brown hole or a closed door with light shing from beneath the door and around the frame.
At times, I'm crippled by fear. But that just feeds my desire to do better.
So why don't I devote more time to my crafy? Is it just laziness? Am I not a good writer despite all the evidence to the contrary? Do I want it but just not enough?
What keeps people from following their dreams?
For me, I love writing. I really do. And judging from the response to this blog and The Sweetest Taboo, I'm pretty good at it too.
The problem:
I'm lazy and insecure.
Oftentimes, I lack discipline and focus. I can be like an ADHD child on speed. My minds skips to seventeen different places. I can't commit to one thing. I need help focusing. Otherwis, I'm liable to walk off into unpublished author oblivion.
The problem is not that I don't want it. I do. I've wanted to do this since I was 18. I'm 27 now and life has gotten in the way of my illustrious writing career. I've read many, many, MANY times that unless you're Nora or JAK, making it in publishing, especially mass market fiction, especially romantic literature, you don't make money.
My solution was a fall back career. I went to school. Got my Bachelor's. Went back to school for my Master's. Took another test and got licensed in my chosen profession. So, now I'm sitting pretty for someone my age with no children. And no husband. And no boyfriend. And no life.
And I still can't find the time to devote to my writing.
I wish I were really brave and could just say 'Fuck it' and leave it all behind. I could live in a carboard box with only my laptop which I hide beneath my tattered tweed jacket. I would spend my days in the library. Working on my novels. Creating sexy and funny stories that I will one day sell to the masses in mass market fiction.
In actuality, even if I were to chuck it all, I'd probably be at the library, as I am right now, surfing the internet, as I am doing right now. Because I lack discipline.
Shit! The whole 'lazy' thing just never goes away!
I'm also insecure.
I think most artists are.
I want people to like me, to like my work, to lavish adulation upon me to feed the black hole that once was my self-esteem. Well, maybe more of a brown hole or a closed door with light shing from beneath the door and around the frame.
At times, I'm crippled by fear. But that just feeds my desire to do better.
So why don't I devote more time to my crafy? Is it just laziness? Am I not a good writer despite all the evidence to the contrary? Do I want it but just not enough?
What keeps people from following their dreams?
Friday, November 10, 2006
Because misery LOVES company
I'm miserable. I have Strep throat. And I'm surfing the internet aimlessly. Here's what I've found...
This ladies and ladies (I don't know that very many men come round these parts) is what I've said before about big girls who dress inapporpriately. There is no reason on God's green earth that this woman should be out in this outfit. I admire it when we big girls have confidence, but come on!
And to show that it ain't just big girls...
Photos courtesy of Hot Ghetto Mess
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Election Day
And as always, it's bittersweet. Here in the fine state of Colorado, in one day the democrats have wrested control of the state from the hands of the evil republicans. In the same breath we also banned gay marriage and domestic partnership.
A bit of a paradox? Yup.
But you can't get everything you want. Our only hope is to storm the House and the Senate!
However, as a democrat myself (as if y'all couldn't tell), I say that our victories are not so much a big vote of confidence in the party but more of a slap in the face to President Bush.
Our country is ready for a change, we're tired of the way we're being run into the ground. We want our troops to come home safely. We want reform and bipartisan cooperation.
Was that made clear enough tonight?
Now, personally, I consider myself a moderate liberal. I have some very liberal views and I have some moderate views, not so many conservative views (obviously!). I love this country and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else on a bet. I want to see a return to taking care of our own country. To work on our problems with poverty and homelessness and lack of healthcare. If we aren't healthy ourselves, how can we then be an example that other nations WANT to follow?
Can you tell I'm a Social Worker?
I'm very frightened of those on any extreme, any fanatic. The crazy liberals and the crazy conservatives. I can't hang with people who speak in absolutes but leave no room for possibilities. If our country is to be united, it will have to be under a moderate flag. One that leaves room for broader knowledge and possibilities.
A big you go girl to Nancy Pelosi.
OBAMA 2008!
A bit of a paradox? Yup.
But you can't get everything you want. Our only hope is to storm the House and the Senate!
However, as a democrat myself (as if y'all couldn't tell), I say that our victories are not so much a big vote of confidence in the party but more of a slap in the face to President Bush.
Our country is ready for a change, we're tired of the way we're being run into the ground. We want our troops to come home safely. We want reform and bipartisan cooperation.
Was that made clear enough tonight?
Now, personally, I consider myself a moderate liberal. I have some very liberal views and I have some moderate views, not so many conservative views (obviously!). I love this country and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else on a bet. I want to see a return to taking care of our own country. To work on our problems with poverty and homelessness and lack of healthcare. If we aren't healthy ourselves, how can we then be an example that other nations WANT to follow?
Can you tell I'm a Social Worker?
I'm very frightened of those on any extreme, any fanatic. The crazy liberals and the crazy conservatives. I can't hang with people who speak in absolutes but leave no room for possibilities. If our country is to be united, it will have to be under a moderate flag. One that leaves room for broader knowledge and possibilities.
A big you go girl to Nancy Pelosi.
OBAMA 2008!
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