Get a Signed Copy of My Darkest Passion

June 7th, 2013

The print version of My Darkest Passion is now available

Yay! At last, the print version is ready and available. Click here to get your copy.

What’s that? You’d like a signed copy? I can do that!

There’s a couple of ways to achieve this worthy goal.

1. You could buy the book and then mail it to me with a SASE at this address:
Carolyn Jewel
PO Box 750431
Petaluma CA 94975-0431

2. You can buy the book from my website, and I will send you a signed copy. If you buy it from me, I will, if you’d like, send you a free digital version. The details are at the link below. For now I’m not charging shipping. (This may change.)

To order your signed copy, click here

3. You could wait until you meet me someplace where one of us has the book you’d like signed.

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How to Ladysplain

June 6th, 2013

Ah, yes, that phenomenon known as mansplaining.

Earlier this week I was at the Apple store with my son. We were picking up the laptop I bought him as a present for his high school graduation. He’s off to college in the Fall. * o m g * Anyway, the “genius” was a man of a certain age. (bwahahahahaha!) and while we were checking the new laptop to make sure everything was as spiffy as a brand new MacBook Air can be, both my son and I stared at the open Air (HAHAHAH!) and wondered how the heck to turn it on.

Why were we both so baffled? Well, we both have older MacBook Pros and here is a picture of what the ON button looks like:

silver button on a silver background, above right top of the keyboard of a MacBook Pro

MacBook Pro ON button

As you can see, the ON button is round, flat to the background, and silver-on-silver. It is located ABOVE and to the right of the keyboard.

Here is a picture of the MacBook Air ON Button:

MacBook Air ON Button, located on the keyboard, a brown rectangle

MacBook Air ON Button

As you can see, the ON button is no longer a silver circle against a silver background, nor is it located above and to the right of the keyboard. It’s a now a rectangle in the upper right of the keyboard.

Both my son and I were looking for a silver-on-silver circle located above the keyboard. Neither of us saw the button in its new location. In our world of MacBooks, the ON button is not part of the keyboard, so we ignored the keyboard.

At last, I said, “where’s the on button?” And the Apple clerk gets this look that most women will immediately recognize and points out the button and says:

“This symbol is the universal sign for ‘ON’ and it’s on all devices, even regular electronics…”

He would have continued to educate me about standards and symbols except I interrupted and said, “Yes, I’m aware of that. But it doesn’t matter what symbol is on the key if I don’t see WHERE it is.”

Then I ladysplained to him that the ON button was completely different, and I simply didn’t see it which is NOT the same thing as being unaware of the universal symbol for ON. Luckily for me, my son chimed in to say he hadn’t seen it either. I’m pretty sure the genius guy thinks I’m a bitch. But really.

See, the thing is, he wasn’t one of those people who can’t help telling you all the stuff they know. That’s often kind of entertaining and educational. Those people are often just so excited about the history of universal symbols! But I swear to you, I was looking at him when I asked where the button was, and I am representing to you that he got that look. That, oh, she’s a woman look, which means she doesn’t understand computers and needs a man to splain it to her. This here mysterious marking which you have failed to recognize on any appliance in your house and connect to the fact that when you press it, the appliance turns ON, THIS means it’s the on button. Instead of, here it is! Enjoy your awesome new computer!

I sure wish we’d gotten the genius guy I like to call “biceps.” He’s super hot and fit.
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Oh. Did I just objectify a man? Oops.

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The Tipping Point and Every Day Sexism

June 2nd, 2013

How to start this, without attempting to explain the history of the Woman Diminished? A tipping point in the non-conversation has been reached, I think. Women are saying “enough.” No more being nice about this.

One of the things I say a lot among my female colleagues when I’m talking about the challenges I face as a woman in tech, a woman in writing, a woman of politics goes like this: “He can’t hear the girl talking.” There’s always not just one, but a few, and they’re teaching all the other men to do the same.

I’m done with excuses about the differences in communication…that one gets trotted out with the subtext of “Why can’t A woman be More Like a man? If only we women learned to talk like a man, why THEN they’d pay attention!

Bullshit.

When I say “every day Sexism” I mean it’s every fucking day. I mean it’s just not that hard to pay attention to what the hell is being said, time after time, day after day in this non-conversation about the subject of women. So, what brought this on?

It’s Time to Start Listening to the Girl Talking

Let’s start at the top and work our way down. Today, Ann Aguirre posted this. She writes amazing SF (among other things). In this post, she’s blunt about her experiences as a writer at SF-related conferences (cons). Go read that.

April 29, I wrote this post in which I pointed out an example of why women are underrepresented at tech cons.

Here’s the thing where if you’re a guy, you need to listen: This is not a one-off. It’s every day. All the time. Unrelenting. It’s EVERYTHING that men used to view as at one point their sole domain. And every time you don’t say anything when your male friends trot out this bullshit, your silence is part of the problem. Women have been saying this for years, centuries, and since all those men who can’t hear the girl talking continue to need their minds opened, guys who aren’t creeps and jackasses need to tell those men that it’s not OK. In private and in public.

My Quiet Dignity is on indefinite Hiatus

This is a pretty good overview of the recent SFWA incident that has pushed women writers to the tipping point. Women should be like Barbie, these male writers said. They should behave with quiet dignity.

Translation: Shut up when the real writers are talking.

This was not a one-off event. In the SFWA bulletin, three straight issues trotted out more of the same old every single day of our lives bullshit about women as objects and the pernicious belief that anything a woman has to say needs to be said by a guy before it’s important. We should sit there like Barbie, unable to speak.

At least SFWA has a response, I’ll give them that.

If you’re thinking we’re overreacting to one incident, you’re wrong. This was just what feels a lot like the last straw. Take a look at current header of this blog “One of that damned mob of scribbling women.” That was in response to V.S. Naipul’s dismissal of writing by women as unimportant and inferior. Nothing has changed since then.

When people, even important people, come up with BS like that, ALL of us need to lean over and say, “Dude, that is NOT cool.”

There’s backlash and then there’s backlash

Take a look at Ann’s post. Take a look at the hate mail she got as a result of that post.

One male commenter said this:

This is a great post and I’m shocked to hear how you were treated.

I am totally glad he gets that this was not right, but why is he shocked? Believe me, not one single woman writer who’s ever attended a con would be shocked.

And then later, another man urges Ann not to be afraid to speak up. Again, I am glad that he, too, understands this is not right. But what rock is he living under that he doesn’t know about what happens to women who speak out?

What happened to Anita Sarkeesian wasn’t remarkable for the content of what men were saying to her and acting out against her, it was remarkable only in scope. It’s happened to other women. Kathy Sierra, for example. Men succeeded in silencing one of the most cogent, insightful tech blogs out there.

Get Sober. Now

Today, I had a conversation with a friend of mine and, as it happened, we were talking about the challenges women face and I said more or less this:

Think of a classroom full of 30 kindergarten girls. Statistics say 18 of those 30 girls will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime.

In what world does anyone think that’s OK?

The answer is: This one.

We keep blaming the girls and not saying much of anything about the perpetrators and the culture that lets this happen and continues to punish women for the behavior of men.

Flip it. Flip it Good

Let’s flip that around. If you’re a guy, think about all your friends. The statistics say that one of them is a serial rapist of the women you know in common. Not just women you don’t know. Women you both know. And you’ve been silent when he jokes about date rape. You haven’t leaned over and said, “Dude, not cool” when he jokingly says there are circumstances when it’s OK to hit your wife or your girlfriend.

No more silence.

There were a lot of women joking about Quiet Dignity, Barbie, and Ken but the frustration was palpable. Why haven’t we moved past this? Why haven’t we reached the point where words like that are appalling and men of good character not only don’t believe it and don’t think it’s funny but they also don’t give it a pass?

And how about we ALL stop being silent?

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Compliments are Rare

May 28th, 2013

I’m impressed, I need to say. Actually rarely do I encounter a blog that’s each educative and entertaining, and let me inform you, you could have hit the nail on the head. Your thought is excellent; the problem is one thing that not sufficient people are talking intelligently about. I’m very comfortable that I stumbled throughout this in my search for something referring to this.

Yeah, so, maybe it did come from spam. But my blog IS educative and entertaining. If I wanted to I could tots hit the nail on the head. I just don’t want to. Also, I did have an excellent thought once and it’s true, that thing about sufficient people talking intelligently.
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I am NOT procrastinating.
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Why would you even say that?

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You’re Just Too Lazy to go the Bookstore

May 25th, 2013

King to Readers: You’re Just Too lazy to go the Bookstore

Oh, Stephen. No.

“I have no plans for a digital version,” King said. “Maybe at some point, but in the meantime, let people stir their sticks and go to an actual bookstore rather than a digital one.”

I don’t think it’s wise for authors to tell readers their reading format preferences are wrong and lazy. And what about the fact that some bookstores are now selling eBooks?

King can say FU to readers because he’s got market clout. He can be confident that every bookstore in the country will not only stock his book but order plenty of copies so that readers, when they come in, will indeed find his book available for purchase.

What if I’m a reader looking for a book by an author who ISN’T Stephen King? I can assure you that readers may not be able to find that book. For some authors, digital is the ONLY way to get their books into the hands of readers.

What if I can’t get to a bookstore? What if there aren’t any bookstores convenient to where I live? What if big fat books like the kind King writes hurt my hands? This is NOT a joke. My mother, who has arthritis, took to cutting apart paper books to get them into small enough chunks so that she could hold the sections without pain. Needless to say, she wasn’t reading hardbacks at all. I bought her a Kindle and suddenly, she could read as much as she wanted– without pain.

What if I have a sight-impairment and reading books in print isn’t possible?

What if I just prefer not to have paper books anymore?

“Let people stir their sticks and go to an actual bookstore.”

Just reading that gets me hot under the collar.

Let Them Read Print!

That sentiment, so full of privilege, set off a revolution back in 1790. The point is not what Marie Antoinette ACTUALLY said, but the danger of the privileged elite telling the unwashed masses to solve their unhappy conditions by simply doing something else–that happens to be impossible– is a warning that’s endured for more than 200 years.

It’s offensive. It reeks of King’s privileged position in life. I’m sure he has a car and the time and money to drive to his nearest bookstore and buy all the print books he wants. He’s sighted (to the best of my knowledge). He’s completely oblivious to all the reasons a reader might not be able to read his book in print.

It’s also judgmental about format and preferences that are not his. What if I don’t want to read in paper? What if I’ve found that reading on a digital device is a far better reading experience for me?

Why should you have any say at all in how I purchase and read a book?

If I were a reader, and I am, I’d be pretty damn pissed off. And guess what? I am.

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Bitter Cents

May 18th, 2013

According to my Google Alerts, someone appears to have DNF’d My Darkest Passion. Are you kidding me? How could anyone not understand the story Harsh and Addison deserve?

I could have watered down the story, sure. I could written something without thinking about my ART but I would have had to title that story, My Medium Dark Passion. Or even My Pastel Passion. But that would have cheated Harsh and Addison out of their story. I’ve always said that writing is hard. Really hard. God, no one understands how hard I work and how much it means that every reader out there admits my brilliance.

Rather than risk anyone else wanting their passion Medium Rare or, worse, Well Done, (God, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth), I am taking My Darkest Passion off sale on Tuesday, May 21st, 2013. That’s: TUESDAY, May 21, 2013. After TUESDAY, May 21st, 2013, My Darkest Passion will not be available in any format.

Yes, I could stick to my principles and leave the book on sale after TUESDAY MAY 21, 2013, and simply take my lumps, but then I would be making money off a book someone did not finish. Ever bitter penny to hit my bank account after TUESDAY, May 21, 2013 would hurt my soul and betray the loving, twisted passion of Harsh and Addison, who, my GOD, so fucking deserve their happy ending.

I want to thank everyone who’s emailed or left a comment on my Facebook page telling me you couldn’t put the book down. Thank you. Thank you! Although all of you can continue to read the book, after TUESDAY, May 21, 2013 you should probably no longer do so. Anything else would not be fair to Harsh or Addison, or all the people who try to find the story after Tuesday, May 21, 2013.

I’m sorry the money you paid for the book has turned out to be nothing more than bitter cents in my direct deposit. And I’m sorry Harsh and Addison’s dark and twisted path to love didn’t work for that person who DNF’d. This is why we can’t have nice things. Some of you ruin it for the rest of us and now I’m not able to own my words or take any risks in my writing, or even, accept that some readers may not like my work. Because, how could that be, really? I am brilliant. I think about ART when I write.

Last night, I cried bitter tears (just like the money) when I realized that I would be taking the story off sale on TUESDAY May 21, 2013.
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Call me cynical if you want. This is in response to this.

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Thoughts About Starting a Business With No Money

May 16th, 2013

I Taught Myself to Knit

Years ago, I taught myself to knit by buying a book called How to Knit The Right Way. I bought knitting needles and yarn and learned to knit and purl. I made a scarf, and the yarn, it was so pretty and soft and I LOVED the color. The scarf itself was a bit…odd looking. It did not actually have straight edges anywhere. But hey! It was a scarf!

Then I tackled a sweater. I was at least smart enough to figure out I should start with something basic, which I did. All the knitting instructions in the whole world say “CHECK YOUR GAUGE” but there I was, all excited about starting my sweater. Why bother? Why delay my awesome project in this way? My knitting was my knitting and besides, I could always knit a bunch and THEN measure the equivalent gauge area, right? So I knit and purled and followed the directions and eventually I had all the pieces of a sweater.

Simpler and not crazy

Not a crazy aunt sweater


Nothing actually fit together quite right. It was definitely sweater shaped, in that it had sleeves and such, but it looked like what it was: a sweater knit by a person who had no idea of the nuances, skill and expertise involved in knitting a sweater.

Not to be deterred, I continued to practice knitting. And eventually I learned that my knitting style was actually a bit odd because of the way I hold the needles and the fact that, though I am mostly right handed, my left hand tends to be slightly more dextrous for some things than my right.

I am not, it turns out, a normal knitter (so I was told once I had the nerve to go to actual knitting shops and interact with knitters) My knitting was pretty, actually, once I learned to how to keep an even tension. I learned how to do cables, too! The magenta sweater was my third sweater, I think, after a couple more scarves to work out my tension issues. It’s a fairly simple sweater.

My fourth sweater (below) was a tour-de-force of intricate cables. And when I was all done, the neck was just a wee bit tight (but not too tight) because, had I bothered to check my gauge, I would have known that I also tend to knit tight and that I should use larger needles than the recommended size.

Why are you yacking about Knitting?

Because I was not able to make a sweater that did not look like your crazy aunt’s nightmare sweater gift until I had made several sweaters, practiced a lot, HOURS, actually, and consulted experts for help.  The brown sweater you see here took me months to make. MONTHS.  The neck should be looser. This is a lovely sweater and I love it. But it’s not a sweater I would ever consider selling (supposing I wanted to go into the sweater-selling business) because while it’s pretty, it has flaws that an end user should not have to suffer.

It's Brown! With Cables.

It’s Brown! With Cables.

Kerfluffle on the Interwebz!

One of the many kurfluffles on the interwebs rights now has to do with self-publishing and costs. Some people say you don’t need to spend any money!!! Others say, spend money to do it right!

Regardless of the answer, starting a business with no money doesn’t seem to be very realistic. Do you know anyone who expects to start a (non writing) business without spending any money? Is there any other business with ZERO start up costs?

Lookit. Yes, you COULD learn to DIY cover. Or DIY edit, proofread, file creation, html.

But allow me to ask you this:

All of those things are full time jobs for people. I think it’s insulting to believe you can, with close to zero investment in time, do any of those things in a professional manner.

Could you at least admit that there’s a learning curve and that until you push over the top, your efforts will be subpar?

So.

In your writing business, why would you take the risk of your covers looking like a crazy aunt sweater? Do you really want to DIY your html and find out that, actually, what you did doesn’t look the way it did on your computer, and that, in fact, on some devices, your book is actually unreadable? Do you really want to invest all that time learning and mastering a skill that is not writing?

You might have so little money that the answer is yes, but in that case, you’d better expect to spend a lot of time making mistakes and doing things that are not writing.

I submit that you might be wrong if you think you should.

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How About A Quickie?

May 14th, 2013

I have this big long post that I need to work on….

In the meantime, I’m working on stuff.

Lucy and Thrale: Making progress

Print version of My Darkest Passion: About 1/2 way through. There are some issues so I’m having to be more precise and attentive. I will end up having to order a 2nd proof to make sure the glitches are fixed.

Life: Ack!!!!

And, I feel compelled to say this:

Dear person who is trying to market to authors:

We tend to talk to each other and so, your email in which you claim to have read our latest book and been impressed with our talent, well, it seems a bit fishy that anyone could have read that many books…. I know you’re trying to be personable, but a personable lie is still a lie, and authors, alas, are such frequent targets of SEND US MONEY for something that will not actually benefit your career, that we’re now naturally suspicious. You’d have been better off just telling us about your service and what’s in it for us.

In a related note, if you sell advertising space on your book-related website, then I think you should give authors an idea of the kind of traffic you get. Because then I would have an idea about whether it’s worth it to me. Share some metrics, dude.

That is all.

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Carolyn Cooks — Orange Bread

May 4th, 2013

During the depression, my grandmother bought a cookbook from a door-to-door salesman. It’s called The Household Searchlight Recipe Book, and it is an awesome source of interesting recipes that I think are being lost. Today, I made one called “Orange Bread” because my son asked me to make something I’d never made…

2 Large oranges
1/2 cup sugar
1/3 cup boiling water
4 teaspoons baking powder
1 egg, well beaten
1 cup milk
3 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt

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Peel oranges. Cut rind in narrow strips. Cover rinds with hot water. Boil until tender. Drain.
[I reserved 1/3 cup of the water for the boiling water listed above. Also, I ate the oranges. Mmm.]
Add 1/2 cup sugar and 1/3 cup water. Boil 20 minutes, stirring constantly.
[You can slack on this for the first 10-15 minutes, but you have to stir OFTEN. For the last five, stir constantly. ALL the water will be gone, by the way.]
Remove from fire. Stir until cool.
[I transferred to a glass bowl and put it in the freezer for about 10 minutes.]
Add egg and milk. Sift flour, measure, and sift with baking powder and salt. Add to orange mixture. Mix thoroughly. Pour into well oiled loaf pan
[I recommend parchment paper on the bottom. Also, I used cake flour, so make the standard substitution if you do this, too.]
Let rise 20 minutes. Bake in hot oven, (425 F) about 1 hour.
[About 30 minutes in, I covered the top with buttered aluminum foil (butter-side down) and let it go another 15 minutes. It was done to perfection.]

This is not a sweet bread at all, plus the taste sneaks up on you. At first, it’s hey, bread. Big deal. And then the sugary orange spreads through your mouth, and even though it’s not sweet, it’s just really really delicious.

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Free Fall is FREE at most Vendors

May 4th, 2013

Woot!

Amazon has price matched my novella, Free Fall, to FREE.

Amazon

Kobo

iTunes

I couldn’t get it free at B&N, though I did lower the price to $.99. If you have a Nook and would like a free copy, let me know and I’ll get you one.

Attorney Lys Fensic has spent her life controlling a psychic power that kills. Her ability to lock herself down falls apart when her ex, a mage, sends enslaved demons to kill her. In a psychic free fall, she turns to tough guy Telos Khunbish for help. But is he a mage as she’s always suspected or is he something far more dangerous?

Free Fall is set in the My Immortals series world where demons and magic-using humans called the magekind are not quite getting along. Most people have no idea they’re living in what amounts to a magical war-zone. Free Fall is based on the short story Future Tense but is considerably expanded and includes scenes that were censored from the short story. This novella is about 35,000 words (130 pages).

Excerpt

11:40 AM. Lobby of 101 California Street, San Francisco, California

He was here. Telos Khūnbish had come. Relief nearly demolished her, it hit so powerfully. He was here, and now, improbably, she believed everything was going to be all right. Her life was irrevocably screwed, but she believed. She ignored the noise of the lobby and the man standing beside her. He was irrelevant. What a damn sad commentary it was that after nearly ten years in the city, Khūnbish was the closest thing she had to a friend. Maybe even a real friend, because he was here, and she believed she’d get through this.

Her heart kicked up a notch when she got a clear view of his black BMW turning onto Front Street. Now, of course, she wondered if she’d made a mistake involving him. She didn’t make a habit of asking for help. She wasn’t good with people. She wasn’t even sure she’d asked right. Seems she had.

The BMW was definitely looking to park. Good thing. In less than ten minutes the lunchtime rush would start, and she’d be in real trouble. Even now, there were too many people around.

“My ride’s here,” she said to Jack, the man standing beside her. She didn’t make eye contact because that would be dangerous. Instead she stared at his tie, but that turned out to be a mistake. The dark red silk looked like blood streaming down his chest. She focused on the shiny marble floor and the tips of his Oxfords. “I’m fine. Really.”

“Let me carry your things.” Jack reached for the moving box that contained the personal contents from her office. He knew Michael, and that meant she couldn’t trust him. Simple fact. She couldn’t trust anyone who knew Michael Ford.

“No.” She gripped the box tighter and looked at the street again, as if Khūnbish could help her from afar. The BMW was waiting for a van to pull away from the curb. Khūnbish had never met Michael. That was part of the reason she’d called him. That, and she didn’t know anyone else.

“Lys.” Jack was thirty-ish, good looking, and in line to make partner in the next two years. He did good suit. He was a competent lawyer and a decent litigator.

She faked a smile and looked at Jack without directly meeting his eyes. Over the years, she’d gotten good at faking contact normal people never thought twice about. She lifted the box an inch. “Hardly weighs a thing.”

Jack smoothed a hand down the river of blood that was his tie. She held her breath, half expecting his palm to come away smeared red. He reached for her moving box, and she jumped back, heart slamming against her chest. Either Jack didn’t get it, or he was in league with Michael and meant her harm. He kept moving toward her.

“Don’t.” The word came out sharp and loud. The security guard at the lobby reception area looked over. She was close to losing it. Way too close. Blocking shouldn’t be this hard for her, but the last several days had been. . .difficult. Not enough sleep. Not enough to eat. Too much caffeine. Far too much stress.

“Lys. Come on.” His tie vibrated at the edges of her vision. Blood red. A river of red. He reached for the box again. “I’m only trying to help out.”

She risked a look at his face. His smile was hesitant, a little irritated, but that would be normal if he really just wanted to help.  Just a regular person trying to be nice. Part of her didn’t believe it. He knew Michael, and Michael had tried to kill her. “Don’t touch me.”

Reviews

The Romanceaholic

4.5 stars
The dynamic between Lys’ very staid, tightly controlled character and Telos’ much more laid back and even aggressive personality was wonderful, and the chemistry between the two was absolutely sizzling.

Overall, I couldn’t put it down. With plenty of action, steam, and powerful romance, this is a wonderful introduction to the series, and a great story in its own right.

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