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Sunday Night Ramble

So, it’s been a few weeks since I finished NaNoWriMo (did I mention that I surprised myself and wrote 50,000 words?) and I want to keep the good writing momentum going. You’re actually not supposed to edit what you wrote until January, so I’ve been working on my poetry collection and (of course) noodling around on here.

I’ve also been reading a lot of news. Not gonna jabber on about the political dumpster fires because there’s enough of that elsewhere, but there is one thing that bugs me. I’m sad that the PC police have managed to ruin “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”

Seems that some folks just can’t distinguish between fantasy and reality. What’s next ~ eliminate the romance novel section at B&N? Plenty of iffy consent scenes in some of those books… I’m surprised there haven’t been boycotts already. Some people can’t stand swear words; others can’t bear gory violence or horror on the screen. To each their own, eh?

Remember the old joke… to some people, kinky means tickling with a feather; to others, it means using the whole chicken. Subjective stuff, a matter of opinion. And in my opinion, opinions should be off-limits to the nannies. Dreamy song lyrics, fantasy art, and fictional novels/plays/films are in the realm of opinion.

I used to enjoy watching beauty pageants when I was a teenager, but now I think they’re boring and dumb. So, I don’t watch them. Wow! What a great solution to the problem of disliking an entertainment offering. Don’t watch it. Don’t read it. Don’t listen to it.

I’m not talking about trolls spewing death threats on the internet or engaging in hate speech. I don’t believe people should be free to engage in this behavior ~ in fact, I think they should be penalized severely.

But as far as fiction and fantasy triggering traumatic memories… there’s no end to that cascade. Some people find it cathartic to recreate a bad memory in fantasy and change the outcome. It’s a form of power. I do this. In fact, most of my writing may be this in one way or another. My NaNo work in progress definitely is.

Back to the writing momentum. Going forward, I’ll probably do fewer blog games and questions and awards because I want to keep my focus on actual writing, such as the prompts and poetry and such. Plus I have to catch up on reading too ~ real books, not just blogs. The games etc. have been a fun break though. Hope everyone understands!

Here’s a cute kitteh to console you.

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Writing Questions! 😀

Via The Haunted Wordsmith

The Writers Tag was created by Lorraine Ambers and Ari Meghlen for writers to connect with each other and help expand our writing community. To participate, we answer 12 tag questions and are encouraged to tag other writers. So, here we go:

THE QUESTIONS

Name one novel which inspired me to write.

Welcome to Temptation by Jennifer Crusie

What’s your favourite genre to read and write?

– Romance

Do you prefer to write stand-alone or series?

– Stand-alone

Use three words to describe yourself.

– funny, reliable, intense

Reveal your WIP aesthetics or an image that represents your main character or setting.

(Coming soon!)

How long did your first manuscript take to draft?

– Six weeks

Who is your author idol?

– Jennifer Crusie

Share a writing memory that made you determined to carry on.

– Idk that I am. It’s often difficult to stay motivated, especially to write full-length novels while working full-time. I don’t do much else besides work and write. But right now I’m very into my WIP.

Tell us something surprising or unique about yourself.

– I’m pretty ordinary. Just a divorced woman who raised her kids and is now trying to get by and hopefully have a not-terrible retirement.

Share the hardest part about being a writer and how you overcame it.

– It’s having enough time of course, and I haven’t overcome it.

What’s your favourite social media and why? Share your link.

– I like this current WordPress blogging community. People are supportive and kind, and I find poasts to be generally fun, creative, and motivational. I’m very happy with you lot!

Share some uplifting wisdom in six words or less.

– Life is short; eat dessert first.

Feeeeeeeelings…

Cue Barry Manilow. I don’t trust feelings and here’s a nice quote from Goodreads for One-Liner Wednesday to sum up why:

In my otter poast today I said I wasn’t a fan of the feelings blurt. I don’t need the brutal truth about your feelings at all times… they’ll probably change anyway. Mine do, especially the most intense ones. Not all of them ~ I always love my children more than anything ~ but I often get angry and that passes. I know not to burst out at folks in the heat of rage. Also, I prefer not getting shot.

Back when I was on dating sites (barf), it had become trendy for men not merely to list “honesty” as one of their traits but to preface it with some adjective such as fierce or fearless or bold. 🙄🙄🙄 Yeah, that’s what I want, some tactless warrior to tell me when I look like crap.

But think about all the declarations of love and passion and forever everness that have been uttered by so many over the centuries only to fade away and die when one of them falls for someone new. Just transitory feelings, not to be trusted… give me some math. Numbers, data, facts. Those I like. Your feelings? Pffft. Clouds in a windy sky.

The Sentinel [280 char]

The earth rang

From the shores of Mayotte

To the peaks of Chile;

Waves rippled and buzzed,

Traversing the oceans,

Vibrating the plates–

We missed this call.

He didn’t though:

Lupine ears on alert,

Paws stilled in snow.

The moment passed;

He resumed his patrol,

On guard, alone.

~*~

Via Twittering Tales #113 and inspired by this article in National Geographic.

Questions from the Queen

Aka Teresa 👑

1. What is the oldest thing in your refrigerator right now?

– Pickles probably (they don’t go bad, right?).

2. If you were picked to be on a game show, what type of game would it be (family feud, Jeopardy, etc.)?

– Jeopardy or WOF.

3. You’re walking in the woods and see a man waving to you…what do you do?

– Pretend I don’t see him and walk away.

4. It was a perfect snowfall…what do you build?

– Snowman!

5. What is the worst thing someone could put on popcorn?

– Spicy stuffs.

6. What flavor of potato chip (crisps) do you like?

– Lime.

7. Do you cry when happy?

– Not unless I’m laughing like a maniac.

8. ET lands back on Earth and invites you to go home with him…do you?

– No, I’d miss my kitty!

9. Who is your favorite actor/actress?

– Tom Hanks & Sandra Bullock.

10. Northern hemisphere, Southern hemisphere, or equator…which would you choose to live in?

– SoCal (Northern).

11. If you were on an awards committee and had to pick three books published in the last five years as winners, which would they be?

– Haven’t read enough books to judge.

12. You have to create a role-playing character, what do you create?

– 008.

13. Which song best describes you when you are: happy? sad? angry? bored?

– She’s A Rainbow 🌈 (happy)

– The River Cried (sad)

– You & Ur Hand (angry)

– Break On Through (bored)

Regarding Twitter

I’ve been thinking about Twitter lately. Unlike Facebook, which I deleted in March (along with Instagram and Messenger), Twitter isn’t a time sink for me. I don’t get heavily involved in threads, conversations, private chats, etc. on Twitter. It’s basically a big nothing burger. I was using it for poetry prompts, but lately I’m not finding them that inspirational, so I’ve been reading more politics there, which is a bore. I can find that anywhere. 🙄

Trying to engage with other “tweeps” has accomplished nothing. I’m too late to the game. I’m not politically witty enough to come up with killer tweets to go viral… and even if I had one, then what? Would that translate into book sales or death threats? Now there’s a interesting question. I’m not anonymous. 😱

Here’s the thing. I’ve lightly promoted my writing on Twitter… to no effect. My promo tweets immediately slid into the giant sea of writers all doing the same. Everyone on the planet has written a book! Yesterday I met a successful writer and she admitted that her success was due to a completely random interview (not even a good one) in a relatively obscure print magazine. She’d done the other traditionally hyped ways of book promotion to almost no sales until the interview.

It’s very discouraging ~ if you’re writing to make money, that is. I have to look at it as a labor of love: the poetry, my romance novels and short stories, and my current WIP, which is a suspense/romance with supernatural elements. Plus I have lots of writing in various stages of drafts to work on as the spirit moves me. I hope to get it all done before I die. 😀

But there’s no reason to delete Twitter. It doesn’t annoy me the way FB did with the fake friends. I know the tweeps aren’t my friends (99% of them anyway), and Twitter doesn’t suck up my time with stupid notifs. But I do think my once a day or so quick check for poetry prompts and such is coming to an end. There’s no point in pretending to stay engaged there when I know it’s not going to do a damn thing to help me market my next book.

I’ll just let my blog poasts flop over as they do, and that’s all my timeline will be filled with eventually. Probably tweeps will unfollow me, or not… if they don’t bother checking Twitter any longer either, which is what I suspect in many cases. 😂

30-Day Song Challenge

I found this fun challenge at Wondering Belle‘s. As is my way, I already forgot to do a song yesterday, so I’m doing the first two now, and will probably forget again and lump other days together. Lumpy tunes! At least we’re not talking mashed potatoes, eh?

There are so many songs I like with colors in the title it’s soooo hard to choose one. I have two whole CDs of them, in fact, and a playlist of all blue-themed ones. Have I mentioned my OCD lately? 😂

Okay, here we go. This one makes me tear up every time…

https://youtu.be/u81CTfbc99c

And now numbers. Holy counting, Batman, don’t get an obsessive-compulsive person started about numbers. Are you kidding me? I could go on all day about this topic. No seriously. But luckily for you I have stuff to do. (Obviously I have a couple math-themed CDs too.)

I’m so frozen in indecision. Ack! Okay. I’m going with a super oldie you might not think about that much these days, but it truly has great lyrics. And this is a fab vid:

https://youtu.be/yesyhQkYrQM

Song Lyrics Sunday: Last

I’m going with my very first thought on this prompt. Stevie Nicks does a fab cover of the classic.

At last my love has come along
My lonely days over and life is like a song

At last the skies above are blue
Well my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you

I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known

Well you smile, you smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last […]

“At Last” was written by Mack Gordon and Harry Warren for the musical film Sun Valley Serenade in 1941.

https://youtu.be/JTbkWyPFwyU

December Kitty Story

This is a lil story for Rory. He asks what our best December memories are, and mine is about my sweet kitty Gatsby. ❤️

But first we have to begin at the beginning, which is a good place for stories to start, though sometimes action stories start in the middle with a guy dangling from a plane or something, but this is not a Bond story. It’s a kitty story, as I said. Weren’t you paying attention? Tsk. 🙄

I was thinking of going waaay back, to my very first cat, but that’s a bit ridonkulous and haz nothing to do with December besides. So, my beginning will be like this: while I was dating the man who broke my heart, my cat Cocoa died. 😢 Since he didn’t like cats, or any animals, and I thought we would stay together, I didn’t get another kitty. My life was sadly catless.

Then a happy thing occurred: man and I broke up. First thing I thought was… kitty. Kitty kitty kitty kitty!!!! This was early October of 2011. And what does that have to do with December, you rightfully ask?

I shall tell you. My little daughter insisted I wait for her school break so she could help me pick out a kitty from the shelter. For two whole months I had to continue being catless. Then came the glorious day we went to the Orange County Animal Shelter to find mommy’s kitty. 🐱

Now, I had in mind to adopt a one or two year old female stripey tiger kitty to be my bestie friend and match my decor. They didn’t haz any exactly like that. Daughter found a 6-month old grey and white boy kitty who licked her finger.

“I like this one,” she said.

“I dunno,” I said. “I wanted a girl.”

The shelter lady said she’d bring boy kitty into the playroom so we could meet him. Then she’d put him back and we could meet other ones.

We didn’t meet any other ones.

The end. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Good Exercise [flash 187]

Leanne put her picnic basket on the backseat and then settled herself into the front. As she buckled her seatbelt, she said, “Thanks for the invite, Marcie. It’s such a perfect summer day.”

“After the snow storms that kept us inside all last winter and spring, I thought we should do something outdoors.” Marcie turned on the radio to a soft jazz station.

“What’s Edwin up to today?” Leanne asked.

Marcie stomped on the gas. “He said he wants to leave me, Leanne. Just walk out on all we built together.”

“Oh no!” Leanne touched her arm. “Maybe it’s just cabin fever. All that dismal cold. I’m sure he’ll soon remember his love for you and the strings that bind.”

Marcie shook her head. “I’ve already lost him. But I had the last laugh. I always do. I have a surprise in the trunk. Did you see the shovels in the back?”

“Shovels?” Leanne repeated.

“After we have our picnic, we’re going to get some exercise in the fresh air!” Marcie gripped the steering wheel tightly as she zoomed down the road. “It’ll be good for us!”

~*~

Photo prompt via The Haunted Wordsmith.