K's Place
So Kodak Girl has figured out that having a place to rant and rave can't be a bad thing.

My Newest Asshat

Quote - Gee, Soontobepublished writer, did someone write a caricature about you? ENDQUOTE

No, arsehat. They did a pathetic change of names to protect the self indulgent and then had the temerity to call it a short story.

By the way, anyone ever tell you ARSEHAT, that you come off sounding like a pompous, self aggrandizing bitch? I thought so. That is why I have emailed you, you art sucker, and requested that you never review my work.

Leaving the EFF OFF but that he would.


A recent newcomer to the scene is one David H. Fears (as in go Eff yourself) Ears (or fears as is depicted in his POD melodrama Dark Blonde.) I prefer to leave the EFF OFF in hopes that he does too.

A most self-aggrandizing, sexist, gaping flaming rectum as I have had the displeasure of encountering since that unfortunate encounter with the IRS in 1986. One might only hope that the 'So You Think You Can Write' website to which I belong will be another in a long list of his endless litanies of Writesites that did not meet his standards.

In the meantime, 'Professor', and I use the term loosely, I am reminded of an old quote. If one person tells you that you are a horse....no big thing...shrug it off if you have a pretty good feeling that you're not a horse.

If two people tell you that you are a horse, then maybe you'd better check.

If three people tell you that you are a horse then you'd better go buy a saddle!

David H. Ears.... stop in at the saddlemakers.

Sucking Art Dry

This blog is dedicated to a woman called Marie, who has turned the fine art of encouragement into an exercise in defeating creativity.
After reading one of her ‘reviews’ of a really good short story, I am strongly motivated to write a science fiction short story of my own about a woman who enters an art gallery, or museum, and systematically perambulated through the halls viewing and critiquing the art. Except as she passes each piece, she inhales sharply and all the color, detail, and individuality drain out the bottom and are sucked into the black abyss of her lifeless, thin lips.
Left behind are frames with paint-by-numbers America's Most Wanted images, all alike, all in a row. Stay within the lines.

Have a GRATE Summer! See You NEXT YEAR! 8th GRADE!

So today's saga chronicles a portion of a chapter I wrote yesterday in my new project Tallulah and Posomotor. I got the impression what another person wrote about exposing too much skin of another 'writer' might refer to my references to Sumac, an evil witch bitch who lies, betrays, and otherwise causes trouble for my protagonist and her little dog too.

It was, not all about me. Go figure.

SUBMISSION ACCEPTED!

Recently I wrote a story for a contest (and won) and then started looking around for possible places to submit the story to. I printed out the MS and sent it off with a hope and a prayer to Field Trial magazine. Today I received notice that my story, Honoring Other's Points has been accepted for publication in the fall issue.

Thank you Cubby, Mr. Hall, and most of all Booker, for providing inspiration for this story. Thank you Lesley C. Weston for telling me it was worthy. Thank you Moe, Lt. McCann, and Kai for believing in me.

Tallulah and Posomotor, The Familiar


My current project is called Tallulah and Posomotor, The Familiar. It began as a writing prompt given to me by my dear friend, Lesley C. Weston. She conjured up a list of words and challenged me to use them in a short story. I took on the challenge. Unlike The Fictioneer, I don't lie, make statements that competitions make me 'uncomfortable' and then enter them. I make no bones about it. I am competitive.

So The Familiar, as it was first dubbed, was a fun write. It has subsequently taken off, gathering itself up and launching into full flight heading toward novella.

The character Posomotor is a black standard poodle, a witch's familiar. Here is a photo of Posomotor.

Bookseller Chick
I discovered this extraordinary blog by its connection to Pub Rants, another equally splendid blog while attempting to identify the proper word count for the genre of my latest novel - as if it isn't all too complicated already what with it being a romance yet involving witches and their familiars, spells, potions, cooking and a road trip.

Stay tuned as I discover just where it fits in on the Bookseller Chick's shelf.

The Fictioneer – The Saga Continues on and on and on and on and on….. ad nauseum

So the latest is that the Fictioneer has written THIRTY SIX novels. Assuming she started when she was fifteen or so, that means more than a novel a year. Pumping out that many words in that short a time span provides conclusive evidence that quantity is more important to her than quality.

She’s stated that she’s never attempted to find an agent nor get anything published. So what exactly IS the point? Beyond bragging about the staggering amount of paper wasted by this formulaic, irresponsible drivel to make others feel inadequate, what exactly is the motivation? Oh, wait, I think I answered my own question.

HEM - Liberty Mutual Insurance Company Commercial


As usual, I have been watching the Food Channel and have been 'haunted' (pun intended) by a song played during the Liberty Mutual Insurance commercial. The song, I discovered, is called Half Acre and is on an album called Rabbit Songs by a group (new to me) called Hem. http://home.earthlink.net/~allabouthem/mean.htm

Now, I have to have that CD. Have to.

Summer Love Unrequited Love


I wrote a short story for a contest about Summer Love. It's a semi-true story (I am worried about calling anything a memoir after the Frey Fracas.)

It's about my mother and the boy she loved all of her life. It is a whole lot easier to love from afar, when you don't have to deal with all of their bad habits, though, isn't it.

If she had married him instead of my father, maybe my father would be the one she pined after. Was it the boy? Or was it the unrequited love she was after?

You’ve got another THINK coming

Recently I wrote in chapter one of Tallulah and Posomotor, the Familiar, ‘you’ve got another thing coming. One of my astute reviewers pointed out that the original phrase was, you think this or that, you’ve got another THINK coming.

I decided to check it out, since I am one of those individuals who is only too happy to learn something new.

I found this blog - John and Belle have a blog where John and Belle address the very issue at hand.

http://examinedlife.typepad.com/johnbelle/2005/03/youve_got_anoth.html

Seems to me- I’ve got another think coming.

© SelahWrites

Writer Shore
This interesting bit of blogdom showed up in the write site I utilize as the website of a new member.

I wonder what it all means.... 'Writers come here and we aggressively promote the best talent to the reading, writing, and publishing communities.'

Is Writer Shore an agent? This inquiring mind would love to know.

Do You Love Me??? Prove It, even though I'll Never Believe You

How many gazillions of times have I seen self deprecating women bowing and scraping at the jackboots of some worthless scumbucket, clamoring for some small token, a word, one less punch in the face under the guise of writing 'poetry'? One time too many, I fear.

Maybe I am just getting more cynical (if THAT were possible) in my old age. Will there ever come a time when these women see Doctor Phil enough, read enough Self-Help books, get enough counseling, a healthy dose of self-esteem, when they lose enough weight, make enough money to support Bubba's deer hunting expenses and beer money that they won't need Bubba to whisper past a Marlboro through Jack Daniels tainted breath those three words they all seem to crave?

Don't they know? No one is going to love them until they love themselves? It's not a cliche'. It's the bottom line.

donald james simpson / unbalanced

THIS is a blog every single person who has one of those Holier Than Thou - I Support US Troops should be forced to read.

Post An Apology

Hey, who knew! 2006 is the Year of the Apology. Those who have apologized, those who should, and the ASSHATS who don't have a clue!

OH NOW I've Done it!

As a result of my exposing Asshat (trademark pending) for the plagiarizing piece-O-Crap that he was, he apparently has resigned as moderator for all of the forums for which he was responsible. He's still listed as a member, so I would hazard a guess he wants to see what, if anything, I have to say about it.

Here's what I have to say about him - He's an asshat.

I am hoping against hope somehow he found out this blog exists. In which case he will get to read:
Here's what I have to say about him - He's an asshat.

Ten Rules For Dating My Daughter copyright W. Bruce Cameron 1998 & How to piss off an Asshat



After a flurry of emails to a variety of individuals in which I attached the hyperlink of Plagiarism Today, the brain trust I refer to as Asshat has decided to delete the entire post in which he flagrantly plagiarized the work of Mr. Cameron.

No apologies, no affirmation that as writers we are entrusted with protecting the work of other writers, nothing that an actual gentleman might do. Nope. Just pull the plug on the post and pretend it never happened.

The good news is that Asshat now is very clear on my stance regarding plagiarism and will, I remain convinced, be reluctant to have his Asshat handed to him again by me, the one he thinks is evil and should be destroyed.

The SudaCare Shower Soothers – vaporizing Shower Tablets

http://www.pfizerch.com/product.aspx?id=531 may very well be misnamed. They should be called LifeSavers – no, can’t do that. It’s already been used.

The little blue tablets get plopped on the floor of the shower under the stream of hot water cascading on my cough-wracked form. These nonproductive coughs emanate from somewhere on the other side of the globe. I think I have Bird Flu, or maybe Swine Flu. At any rate, what I have is causing me to be crankier than usual. The shower soothers are helping to keep this corner of the universe safe from my discomfort. I strongly recommend them.