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Rant Alert!

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

The New York Times just ran this article Authors To Get Sales Data From 3 Big Publishers. Go read it. I’ll wait.

Two quotes blew off the top of my head. Here’s the first one:

Said Carolyn Reidy, President and CEO of Simon and Schuster:

There isn’t any place where they [authors] can go and get all of their sales figures. [ ] We realized that we can give them the knowledge we have.

I can just see the moment when the lightbulb oil lamp went on in that meeting:

Publishing Professional (PP) #1 (very sad): Our authors are unhappy.

PP#2: (sits up straight, almost knocks over chai latte): What?

PP#3: Oh, come on. Why would authors be unhappy?

PP#1: Well, they’d like to know how their books are selling.

PP#2: Why?

PP#3: But they’ll know in 2 years. What’s the big deal?

PP#4: Well, I’ve heard that about authors, too. I mean, that’s what their agents keep saying.

PP#3: I wonder what we could do about that?

PP#5: What could we do? We already prepare royalty statements TWICE a year.

PP#2: Does anyone have last week’s sales data?

PP#3: I attached the spreadsheet to the meeting calendar. Here’s my paper copy. (pushes across desk)

PP#2: Hey, thanks! Wow. This print is tiny.

PP#1: (Sits up very straight)  Wait a minute! WE OURSELVES HAVE THIS DATA.

PP#3: What’s your point?

PP#1: Well, maybe, just maybe, we could share it with our authors!!!!

(Stunned silence)

(More Stunned silence)

(Someone coughs)

So the second quote is this:

Publishers didn’t realize the frustration that authors have.

Bullshit. It’s even bigger BS that they found an author to say that. Surely, he couldn’t have said it with a straight face.

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I am peeved about this

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

So, I use Yahoo as my browser home page. Because. That’s why.

Anyway, Yahoo has been spiffy-ing up their home page with customizable stuff some of which is incredibly annoying. Like that footer bar that keeps showing up. But I like that I can customize the sidebar links.

But now, apparently, they’re doing some kind of data mining on what news items they show you. The top ones in the news link list are always ones of national interest. Cool. I like to know what blew up since the last time I checked. But the bottom three or four, it seems, are based on links you clicked in the past.

There isn't much in Kansas

Kansas

And here’s the problem: This one time something interesting happened in Kansas and I clicked on that link. Oh my god. Never do this. Ever. Unless you have some kind of Kansas fetish, then you could.

Because now all the bottom 3-4 links are always about stuff that happens in Kansas. But I DON’T CARE!! I would rather see those links be about stuff that happens in, say, Northern California, where I live. I don’t want to be fed anymore news about shit that happened in Kansas. I don’t care if the main highway is under construction or if some Kansas City Council had a fight or whatever. I DON’T CARE.

I am now very careful never to click any links about Kansas but they won’t go away. I’ve tried clicking the (few) links about stuff that happens in California, but all I see is Kansas. I was only in Kansas City once and you know what? There’s not actually all that much to do there when your budget is $1.50 a day.

This is not an isolated problem

Hopelites

Hopelites. They Follow You Everywhere

I have the same issue with my Google Books widget on my iGoogle page. This one time, I was researching stuff about Syria and Alexander the Great and now Google Books is absolutely convinced I must want this one book about the Hopelites and their methods of war. Ever since, and it’s been more than a year now, that damned book shows up in my widget several times a week and I have NEVER EVER clicked on it. It’s fucking following me and it won’t go away. Just like Kansas won’t go away.

This is a data mining failure. And there’s no way I can find to correct the error.

Look, I don’t have anything against Kansas. Or, I didn’t a month ago, but now? I’m starting to hate that State. I wish I could send the Hopelites there.

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One More Movie Review – Or Stupid Psycho Tricks

Monday, August 29th, 2011

After I finished my revisions for Not Wicked Enough and emailed them to my editor last night, I found myself with nearly 2 hours before I had to think about going to bed.

So, I watched another movie with my favorite Bollywood hottie, Arjun Rampal.

Insert Frownie Face Here

First I have a complaint and a warning. My DVD of Vaada came through an outfit called Eros and wow. They serve as an example of What Not To Do. Number one, there are about a bazillion trailers and ads and you can’t just fast forward through them. No. It stopped after each one so I had to FF about a bazillion times.

I wasn’t clever enough to figure out how to bypass that and go straight to the the Menu so I could watch the damn movie, but IT WOULD NOT HAVE MATTERED! Because when you click Play Movie, MORE ads and trailers play. OMFG.

Yes, I FF’d through them (see note above) but come on. I was already cutting it close with regard to my bedtime and that DVD wasted at least 12 minutes of my time.

Guess what? Even once I got the movie playing, there’s a persistent watermark in the upper left that says “EROS.” Boy, was that ever annoying. So, never ever buy a DVD from them. And I intend to return that DVD and pay more for one that doesn’t have all those irritations. I have to say, I was really irritated by the time the movie finally started and at times when that damned logo interfered with my viewing.

Vaada

In this movie, the sexism was far more overt and that made me sad. The woman’s honor is everything and even things she cannot possibly control affect her honor and lead to a horrific act that, alas, provides the whole reason for the plot in the first place. And then the cliche women-can’t-drive. OMG. Sigh. So, that’s in there.

Complaints aside, my understanding is that Vaada is based on a US film, but I didn’t see that movie and can’t recall what it was, though I’m thinking about tracking it down and watching that one.

Arjun was incredibly hot. He can’t help it, the poor guy. Even in a fake goatee and mustache he was hot. There was no amnesia in this film and I can’t decide if I’m disappointed or not.

There was martial arts in this movie, which I was NOT expecting. All of a sudden my man Rampal was channeling Jet Li and I have to say it was pretty awesome mostly on account of a tight black shirt and some very decent choreography. Someone must have been watching some John Woo because there was lots of Slo-Mo. Those of you who know me know that I LOVE martial arts movies so when a Gung Fu fight suddenly broke out I was pretty darn happy. Well done.

I Like Movies Where You Learn Something

One thing I learned is that no man should ever wear a light blue suit. Not EVER. Because if Arjun Rampal looks like half a doof in a suit that color, there’s just no hope for the rest of mankind. Everyone else would have the full-on doof effect and probably worse. Fortunately, the blue suit was limited to a song and dance bit and some idiot was going for the Sari color coordination. Nice try, major fail.

Rich Man vs. Psycho Man – Who would YOU choose?

The plot of this movie is that Rahul, a handsome rich tycoon (Rampal) falls in love with this woman named Pooja (that’s the spelling from the subtitles.) He romances her and has to work surprisingly hard for it, especially considering that the blue suit was yet to come. They get married and THEN right after the ceremony, Pooja tells him that she has had a previous relationship. Rahul is cool with that once she assures him she does not love the man. Well done, I thought. But of course, it’s obvious she’s not telling him everything.

And, indeed, we learn the following, not necessarily in this order:

Krazy Karan

In the past, the former boyfriend is one Karan. He is Nucking Futs. Psycho. Completely off his rocker psycho and stalking Pooja. Her father won’t permit her to marry a poor man. (Pyscho is apparently OK? But I think the poverty thing was just an excuse . . . ) So, Psycho boyfriend goes off to make his fortune and have psychotic breaks in Europe and elsewhere besides India.

Meanwhile, Rahul meets, courts and marries Pooja and tells her that she, the woman, is now the family’s honor and therefor his honor. They have a happy marriage, there is singing and dancing that includes the blue suit which is when I knew they were really in love because 1) He was secure enough in his masculinity and general off-the charts hotness to wear that thing around her and 2) She didn’t ask him what the hell he thought he was doing going out of the hotel dressed like that. Probably she accidentally lost the suit later. But honey, it was there! It must have fallen off the Gondola! Don’t worry. I’ll get you a nice charcoal-gray suit.

Then Rahul teaches her to drive and she is unable to master this — yet Rahul has her on the damn freeway where she can’t drive a straight line and he must have had brain damage from that suit because he did not have his seatbelt on. And yes, there is an accident and yes, Rahul goes through the windshield but instead of ending up with amnesia, he ends up blind.

This is destiny, he says to Pooja. Now you are my honor AND my eyes. Or your eyes are mine. Possibly both.

Coincidence?

Then it turns out blind-Rahul has this good buddy who is now his business partner and who he relies on a lot. And his friend, can you believe it? Some chick did NOT wait for him while he was off making his fortune and instead married some other guy. And yes, the good buddy is none other than the psycho Karan.

The main plot of the movie is that Pooja commits suicide. Or was it murder? Because her body has disappeared from the morgue. My first thought was vampires, but that turned out to be wrong. The police captain assures everyone that he will recover the body and find the culprit. Then Karan gets arrested for the murder, but Rahul bails him out. But the police think Karan did it. Karan insists he’s being framed and then he begins to suspect that Rahul is not really blind.

Rahul is Blind . . . Rahul is NOT Blind

There ensue several attempts to trick Rahul into revealing that he can see. Because if Rahul is pretending to be blind, he would not ALSO be an evil genius capable of foiling such trickery. Or else, he’s actually blind.

1) First, that Krazy Karan arranges to send Rahul a packet of papers to sign but SOME OF THE PAGES ARE BLANK! If he signs the blank page, well, that must mean Rahul is blind. If he does NOT sign the blank pages, then Rahul can see and is a liar and a murderer.

Rahul wants to know how many pages to sign, but the guy who hands him the documents doesn’t know. Just sign them all, he says. No, no, Rahul says. I will count them. Which he does. The camera cleverly shows us that, indeed, some of the pages are mostly blank but for an official looking stamp. Rahul counts, starts to sign then decides that no, he will only sign the documents if Karan is there, too.

A brilliant plan foiled. Or did the blind guy just want his trusted friend there for him?

2) Next, Karan and his attorney put poison in Rahul’s drink — right in front of him because if he’s not blind, then he will not drink the poisoned drink but if he IS blind, then he’ll drink the poison. The attorney points out the flaw in that plan in the event that Rahul really is blind so instead of poison, Karan substitutes a laxative in the bottle that says POISON right there on the label.

Rahul demonstrates that blind people can hear, so he knows when people get up and when drinks (or poison???) are poured. And the lights go out. We know that Rahul has engineered this lights-out in a bit of genius (but is it EVIL genius?) and when they come back on . . . Well the wrong guy gets the poison and has to leave for the facilities.

3) The next attempt to prove Rahul can see involves lowering four potted plants hanging in a doorway such that when Rahul walks through, he will either duck (Rahul can see) or bonk his head (Rahul is blind). But this plan is foiled too. Because Rahul trips and does not walk through the doorway. Instead he stands up IN the doorway and bonks his head on only one of the potted plants. Ouch. Then he throws them all, complaining about idiots who lower potted plants in a blind man’s house. He tosses his pots with uncanny accuracy at the police chief and his henchmen who are hiding there to witness the proof.

4) The NEXT attempt to prove Rahul can see involves hiring a thug to beat him up. And not just one thug it turns out, but a whole bunch of thugs. The reasoning is this: Rahul gets mugged and can’t defend himself (Rahul is blind) or Rahul gets mugged but defends himself (Rahul can see).

This leads to the tight black shirt and the martial arts and it was starting to look a lot like Rahul could see because he was beating their asses bad. BUT then Rahul blindfolds himself and continues to beat their asses only worse. So, the issue is still not resolved.

5)
The penultimate attempt to prove Rahul is blind involves taking him for a walk on the train tracks. Rahul gets run over by the train (Rahul is blind) or Rahul jumps off the tracks and does not get run over by the train. (Rahul is not blind.) Things don’t go according to plan (not having learned the lesson that blind people can hear and probably feel vibrations too.)

The train is behind them and it’s kind of loud actually and the whistle is blowing, but Krazy Karan assures his friend that the train is on a different track. And then OMG! There is a young goatherd on the tracks and the boy and his goats are about to be shish-ka-bob. Rahul saves the boy and his goats by running really fast and flinging himself and the boy off the tracks.

Well. Rahul insists he is blind but hey, he saved the goatherd. Seems kind of like he can see. Only, then there’s some hard evidence that Karan killed Pooja (in the form of a shoe) and Karan goes on trial. But did he do it?

You Will NEVER Guess . . .

Meanwhile we see Rahul alone at home and holey moley! He really CAN see! How long has he been lying to everyone about that? But, since he saved the goatherd I knew he wasn’t Evil-Rahul. Krazy Karan was willing to sacrifice the boy so, yeah.

Anyhow,Rahul explains away the goatherd incident (the boy SAVED him!) and then Rahul’s faithful servant, who has been bribed to testify that Rahul can see, testifies instead that he was bribed and Karan goes to jail screaming his innocence.

Then things get a little silly.

Anyway, see what I said about saving the goatherd, Rahul is NOT evil. Karan is still psycho but NOT a murderer but he drove Pooja to suicide in order to protect Rahul’s honor and this is payback, baby.

Conclusions

I actually liked this movie a lot because the events did not unfold in the order I revealed them, and because of Arjun Rampal in a tight black shirt busting his Gung Fu moves and because of all the shots of Rampal looking like maybe he is a murderer who framed the psycho . . .

Rampal has very much improved as an actor and this movie represents a midpoint between some of his really impressive roles and movies that suck so bad no one could save them. Plus, one of the songs was really good.

I would totally watch this again and hope to talk my sister into seeing it.

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Movie Review: Change Up (RANT ALERT!)

Sunday, August 7th, 2011

I saw the movie Change Up with Ryan Reynolds (who it turns out is way cuter than I expected) and Jason Bateman.

Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen such a hateful, misogynistic movie in quite some time. The writers are Jon Lucas and Scott Moore and they should be ashamed of themselves. They should also be taken to task for perpetuating just about every hateful, insidious and damaging stereotype about women. Like these:

1. Once a man gets married, his life is hell and there is no chance of him ever having fun ever again.
2. Women exist only as the object of a man’s sexual desires.
3. Big corporate mergers are JUST LIKE convincing a Catholic girl to spread her legs for you.
4. Girls who say no will get around to yes if you don’t give up!
5. It’s just hilarious to joke about buying a “rape kit” at your local home and hardware store.
6. The woman you don’t want to bone is ugly or pregnant
7. It’s funny if you talk to the women in your office in sexual terms and describe their bodies to them in terms of the parts you like best and HEY! She won’t go to HR and have a talk with them about being harassed, insulted or made uncomfortable. Not at all!
8. Lots of naked women. No naked men.

I’m not going to waste another minute of my time on this other than to say I just felt so sad and angry that these messages about women are STILL being perpetuated. This COULD have been a really funny movie if the writers had actually sat down and spent a few minutes thinking about a world in which 51% of the population doesn’t actually think it’s funny to joke about having sex with women against their will or presented a world where women are, GASP! real people and not a construct of your imagination.

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All The News That’s Fit for News and Other Stuff

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

Where to start?

Some Sad Annoying Stuff

Tuesday, I restarted my iMac and it could not. Could. Not. I made an appointment with the Apple Store and Wednesday took the computer in. Alas, the result was not good. The iMac needed an overnight stay . . . I confess I suspected the worst going in. Not being able to boot generally means a hardware failure (unless you did something stupid like delete system files, which I did not do.) Indeed, the disk repair utility found icky errors.

Today I got the call that the hard drive had breathed its last byte.

So, that’s bad. I’m pretty well fully backed up, provided my Time Machine backups weren’t backing up corrupt data. I’d been thinking about getting a new desktop anyway, but at the moment, I need to save as much cash as possible. So for the meantime, I am using MacFang (the laptop) which, of course, has all my critical writing files on it. I’m having the iMac drive replaced but I’ll have to do the restore from Time Machine when I get the iMac back.

Reading

I read a historical romance that made me sad. Because I LOVED LOVED LOVED the hero and heroine, but there were HUGE problems that I could not get over. Also, I think there might not have been any sex, but at the end I was paging through so fast I might have missed it.

Some of the problems:

The story starts with the heroine cleaning out a house she has just inherited.
Two chapters later is the reading of the will in which she is left the house plus some other wacky things that made no sense.
While she’s cleaning out the house, she meets the hero and pretends to be a servant for reasons that made no sense at all. NO EFFING SENSE other than the plot required it.

There were so many problems. So many. Illegal terms of a will. Misstatements of the law as they related to women and property and the rights of husbands. The heroine was the trite and cliche and completely historically inaccurate spinster who could not understand why she did not have the same rights as men and behaved as if this was so blazingly obviously unfair that everyone must see that she is right. Except of course, most people did not. Because there was still about 150 years of social progress yet to be hard won.

And then, then, oh my God. She has a fancy gown made so she’ll look all spiffy for the hero. And the dressmaker tells her the gown, which is transparent more or less, MUST be worn without stays. Because stays would ruin the line of the gown. WTF???? And everyone stands around saying, yes, this is so. You must not wear stays! Stays will make your see-thru gown all lumpy and bumpy.

No. No it would not! ::spluttering::

That’s when I gave up and stopped caring. Because really. Could you at least crack open a fashion book and read about how the stays provided the line of the gown?

Seriously. If you were at a party and some chick walked into the room in a see through gown and NO undergarments whatsoever— no matter how spectacular her body — would you think that was a fashion statement to follow? Wouldn’t you be embarrassed for her lack-wittedness? And that’s today, 50 years after women were burning their bras. Which didn’t last all that long because actually, as most women soon discover, a bra provides comfortable support for the girls.

Today was not really a good day for me.

Good news

Wait a sec. I forgot what it was. Tomorrow is Friday?

Oh, right. Apparently, I am considered a Twitter expert on . . .

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Guess.

No.

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Not that either.

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Zombies.

INORITE?

Pretty sweet.

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Mr. Jelly Sells A Painting

Friday, June 10th, 2011

Luuuurve: Kindle samples. You know why? Because they save me from buying books with sentences like this:

(Note: I replaced the names and titles.)

Peterson Jelly, youngest son of the Earl of Forbearance, made a fortune selling erotic art that outstripped his oldest brother’s inheritance.

Hatesssesssss: Carelessly written sentences. Because they are likely to mean the story itself is careless. On many levels. The way that sentence is careless.

Mr. Jelly: Ah, Mr. Middlesex, you’ve made a wise purchase (wraps up painting of a naked woman holding a lemon). This little beauty, heh heh, will outstrip my older brother’s inheritance by Tuesday next. Thursday at the latest!

Mr. Middlesex:
And if it doesn’t?

Mr. Jelly:
Bring it back and I’ll paint in a pear. I guarantee all my dirtiest work!

I believe the author meant that the fortune Mr. Jelly makes outstrips the amount of his brother’s inheritance. But that isn’t what she wrote. And yes, any reasonably competent reader will understand what she intended, but come on! Professional writers are supposed to be better than that. There is no way in hell the author read her story with a careful, critical eye.

Sentences like that are why if you’re going to self-publish original work, you must hire a skilled editor.

There are even more problems embedded in there, but it would give me a headache to start on them.

Thank you, Kindle samples.

Why, yes. I AM in a crabby mood. I’ve been sick since last weekend. How could you tell?

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All I Need is a Hot Asian Man, Is that Too Much to Ask?

Friday, April 15th, 2011

I need a cover for the digital version of Future Tense.

The hero of that story is a demon who looks to be of Asian/Tibetan descent. It’s a Romance and he’s a demon so of course he is insanely hot.

I have spent the last MONTH looking for stock art of a hot Asian guy that won’t cost me 800 Euros. I would like the model to have long black hair, but at this point, I’m thinking bald would work. I’m getting desperate. In my dreams (heh) he would be with a blond woman. That’s just the reality of my story, OK?

I can find all manner of good looking Asian men doing the follow things:

1. Looking like a geek/nerd
2. Doing Martial Arts
3. Looking like a skinny geek/nerd
4. Talking on a phone.

That’s pretty much it. It’s like no where in the whole world is a stock photo of a hot muscly Asian guy in casual clothes where the subtext is “I am hotter than heck and you want to have sex with me.”

I do NOT want a white guy in the image. Even the headless white quys don’t have skin that passes for Asian-looking demon.

ArghHHHH!!!!!

Seriously, What The F???

I don’t want to whitewash my cover.

Do you have any ideas? (No, I CANNOT steal an image.)

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Why I Might Not Want You on My Newsletter List

Monday, February 21st, 2011

Like just about every author on the planet, I have a newsletter. If you aren’t on my newsletter list, DO NOT SIGN UP until you read this.

I only send out a newsletter when I have actual news. A new book out. New stories to read. A desperate need for help. My newsletter subscribers were a wonderful resource when I was in need of ideas for a book title. In 2010 I think I sent out one newsletter. Like every other author, I believe my newsletter list is sacred. My subscribers are MINE and I love you all and will protect you.

While I agree authors should have a newsletter, I have to disagree with the idea that more is necessarily better and that anything to get a subscriber is A Good Thing. I no longer believe in sponsoring contests that require a newsletter sign up. And I really don’t think authors should add the email of every person ever to email them. Nowadays I think that last one would run you afoul of the CANN-SPAM act anyway.

Every now and then some author goes nuts and adds every email they have to their newsletter list. Don’t do that. I’ve blacklisted each and every author who’s done this to me. Because it’s a stinky, spammy thing to do. I hate you for it.

I don’t want you on my newsletter list if you’re only there because you think you might win something. And that’s the case even though from time to time I have subscriber-only contests. I don’t think I’ve done that in, gee, ages and ages. Because it’s not efficient.

I want my subscribers to be actual fans of my work. If that means my list is smaller, so be it.

I want my subscribers to be the people who are actually highly likely to buy my books the VERY MINUTE they come out, and who actually DO want my fairly infrequent news.

It’s OK to be someone who just wants news about what I’m up to. (Book bloggers, booksellers and librarians, I love you!!!)

Bad Things Happen

People who sign up only because they think they might win something often do so under multiple email addresses. Please don’t be the person who sent me a really dreadful, mean and nasty email complaining about multiple copies of my newsletter when you signed up under multiple email addresses. DOH. Of course you got a newsletter at each email. That’s how these things work. Obviously, you didn’t really want my news, and I am sorry. I did block your email addresses, by the way. Trust me, that wasn’t fun for either of us.

If you want to win something, I suggest you follow my blog, twitter and facebook. Those are the places where I do contest-y stuff. And fairly often because it’s fun.

Unsubscribes Make me Happy

I’m glad when people unsubscribe. They aren’t the people I want on my list. They’ve moved on. I’m okay with that.

So, please don’t subscribe to my newsletter because you think you’ll win something. That’s pretty unlikely actually. Subscribe because you love my books and/or want news.

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Rant Alert On Account of I’m Crabby

Saturday, November 27th, 2010

Huh. I thought I lost this ranty, crabby post. But there it was in drafts, and now here it is for you to read. Note: I was feverish when I wrote this.

A couple of days before Thanksgiving, my son mentioned that he wasn’t feeling well. The day before Thanksgiving, he definitely wasn’t feeling well. Poor kid. I was extremely tired Wednesday which should have been a tip off. Then Thursday, I was even more tired. Yes, the bug hit me, too. So I’m not feeling too well. And that makes me crabby. Here’s some things that get me peeved.

1. Just because YOU don’t like modern technology doesn’t make the technology bad. When you write an email in which you admit you know nothing about a technology related subject and then proceed to defend your know-nothing position, you aren’t actually making a case against the technology. You’re proving that you are ignorant and there is no reason anyone should listen to your opinion.

2. If you are a writer, for crying out loud, don’t you think you might spend some time learning how to write? You know, with sentences that make sense and words that are used correctly and spelled correctly?

3. I am officially sick (besides literally) of male writers who build worlds in which the female characters are there to die, divorce, or for their protagonist to have sex with and then dump. Have I mentioned that before? Well, I mean it.

That’s just the stuff from today when I wasn’t falling asleep from feeling crappy and ill.

Random Stuff that Frosts me.

1. Meljean Brook is ALWAYS funnier than I am. And I am starting to hate that. Like this post about Thanksgiving pies. Well, you know what? Wednesday night, I made two pumpkin pies AND a coconut cream pie FROM SCRATCH. I even used fresh pumpkin that I baked myself. Do you know how long it takes to cook and puree a pumpkin? Do you know how hard it is to make a good pie crust — which I also made myself, by the way. I also made fresh ORGANIC whipped cream to which I added a touch of vanilla, I’ll have you know. Coconut cream pie requires a custard and the making of custard is fraught with pitfalls and difficulties and everything could have gone completely wrong. Only it didn’t. It also requires a meringue and eggs whites are notoriously prone to failure. But my meringue came out fantastic and the coconut I sprinkled on top toasted up just right. The coconut cream pie was really, really good.

There is nothing even remotely funny about making pies from scratch that come out delicious. And I read Meljean’s post and thought, wow, so easy, and I bet it came out good, too. And funny. My pies are not funny.

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Book Report

Thursday, November 4th, 2010

I finished my train wreck book.

O. M. G.

The writing got pretty bad. Actual nuts and bolts writing.

Like constructing a simile about shelf life in which the shelf life of nuclear waste is compared to the shelf life of a corrupt cop.

Uh. No. Nuclear waste does not have a shelf life. It does have a half life. Nuclear waste, as you may know, lasts pretty darn close to forever and it’s toxic the whole time. So, did he really mean to say a corrupt cop lasts forever? Or did he confuse half life with shelf life and mean to say that a corrupt cop will decompose over millennia?

And then there were many many passive and plain clunky constructions. Things like, (not a quote, just a reconstruction) He spit, causing her to make a face. I can maybe see doing this once or twice, but a lot? That’s really passive. Sure, he spits, but the real action is in her reaction and it’s completely elided here. Gerunds are so often an indication of weak sentence constructions.

And yes, the bitchy woman was brutally killed. (knew it the minute she appeared) and yes, the two female love interests were assaulted, though at least they didn’t die. But it was obvious the minute they appeared that the hero would not end up with either of them. He liked one of them better than the other and you could tell because 1) he wasn’t currently having sex with her, 2) she needed to be taken care of — the author actually has the hero think “Poor little [character name]. 3) He was having hot sex with the other woman but saving his emotions for woman #1 and then when woman #2 tells him she used to date this other guy ,50 pages later, he’s accusing her of not telling him she had once been involved with the other guy. The lying bitch …. oh wait. No, not really! But didn’t matter to him. Or maybe the author just forgot. Or maybe in his world of Women Are Only There as Foils for the Men, it didn’t matter because they’re made of cardboard.

There was a really deft and well done plot twist that I would have admired more if the writing weren’t mediocre and the characterization two inches deep.

Dear Male Thriller Writers:

Please read some romance novels so you can see how to write a relationship that doesn’t emasculate your hero, even if, in your story, it doesn’t work out. It’s OK if it doesn’t, you know.

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