Archive for January, 2017|Monthly archive page

Oh, Sushi!

Monday, January 30th, 2017

One of my least favorite misconceptions about authors is we’re rich. We’re not, but folks think we are. I’ve been hit up from time to time and asked for free copies of my work, and there have been screenshots of people on Facebook asking their friends where the best pirate sites are to download free books. Libraries apparently aren’t popular anymore.

Facts Over Fiction And Alternative Facts

Thursday, January 26th, 2017

I grew up loving the Science Fiction genre, and, let’s be honest, the horror genre. Talk about two areas that require a suspension of disbelief above many others. Unless a filmmaker tried to pass off a film as a documentary, audiences are pretty savvy in picking out fact from fiction. Even films that are “based on real events” are taken with a grain of salt. And for a good reason. It’s entertainment. Real life, on the other hand, isn’t quite as discerning in the hands of some folks, and they often try to pass fiction off as fact.

Different Upbringing

Monday, January 23rd, 2017

My Little Brother visited from New York again this past weekend. I think he enjoys the Coney Island hotdogs, Vernors, and Sanders Hot Fudge because, let’s face it, it’s not for the ambience of downtown Detroit. Not that you could see downtown this weekend due to the fog. Incidentally, if you ever want a good chuckle, ask Little Brother how to pronounce the word “fog.” Seriously. Aside from that for the moment, we actually had a rare chat about our parents during our early years.

Last Man Standing

Thursday, January 19th, 2017

I have no idea if the end of the book I’m currently writing has anything to do with this—maybe—but I’ve been wondering lately what my future will be like at the end. I can’t help but shake I’ll be alone. And I don’t mean abandoned. I mean everyone else will pass before I do. Dying has always seemed very daunting and scary to me. But if you were surviving and everybody else around you was kicking the bucket long before your timer went off? That’s almost more terrifying.

Thy Muse Shall Not Be Rushed

Monday, January 16th, 2017

There are days I think I enjoy editing one of my manuscripts more than I do writing the first draft. The weird thing is I love writing. It’s an incredible experience to sit down, start typing away, and seeing what gets created. What I have in mind quite often changes because, while the main gist of it is there, plot points get introduced I never saw coming. And I swear I sit there and mutter “Holy smokes! Where did that come from? That’s brilliant!” For the record, when I say “That’s brilliant!”, I’m talking in terms of what my muse has whispered in my ear, not anything I’ve come up with.

Sometimes They Say Goodbye

Thursday, January 12th, 2017

A former boss, Cindy Medley, who was also a wonderful friend passed away last December. She was, to those of us who knew her, extraordinary. I won’t repeat what I’ve already said about her in my blog post last month after her passing, but I do want to tell you about something that happened last Sunday night. It involves her, and it’s not what I think of as an isolated case.

Why Mrs. Brown’s Boys Keeps Me Going

Monday, January 9th, 2017

Eddie Lam. I’m just putting that in front since I was recently informed by Little Brother that he often looks for his name in my blog posts before he even reads them. That’s nice. So, now that we have that out of the way, let’s get on with it, shall we? His Majesty, my husband, enjoys giving me a hard time when I get emotional. Why? Because, as with Vulcans, emotions confuse and ultimately annoy him. I personally enjoy expressing my emotions since I’m a writer and need to understand how to reach others in order to share what’s in my brain. Plus, annoying the hubby is a perk.

I See Where My Sense Of Humor Is Going In 2017

Thursday, January 5th, 2017

2017, huh? Am holding on to the hope that the odd years match the even numbers in the Star Trek films, and that we’re in for a good twelve months. You have no idea how desperately I’m clinging to that, especially since it hasn’t exactly been the most festive holiday season. We lost some recognizable folks in December. It hit me in an unexpected way because, while I didn’t know them personally, they were a visible part of my life while I was growing up.