Saturday, June 30, 2012

Picture Pause - Tom



This is the feral street cat, Tom.  I don't claim him as my own - I just named him because it was easier to say 'Tom' than 'the darker of the two male orange tabbies without white markings'. 

Tom may not be mine, but he does like to hang out in my yard from time to time.  And I like to snap pics of him, because damned if he isn't photogenic.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

No Fire Here

Cross-posted from my Facebook page:

For all my friends in other parts of the country, I am NOT in any danger from the fires in Colorado you've been seeing all over the news. All of those currently burning are at least 3 hours away, and the one that was burning on the plains was put out quickly and wasn't close to where I'm at. We are under a Red Flag warning due to the heat and lack of moisture, but no fires here yet. (We'll see if that changes after all the ill-advised fireworks displays next week. Keep your fingers crossed for me.)

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Books Are Like Food

The other day I read a blog wherein the author said something to the effect of 'there aren't any good books in the bookstore lately' and they wondered how they were supposed to get published when there was so much mediocre stuff floating around. This got me to thinking, of course.  (Happens sometimes.)  Now I know I've been in the same place.  It's genuinely frustrating to walk into a bookstore and not see a damn thing you want to read - especially when you've got your own books eating their heads off in a folder on your hard drive.

My answer to this person was: Books are like food.

Think about it for a second.  Saying 'books are like food' is no big revelation.  It's all about tastes.  Some types of food appeal to a wider variety of tastes.  Others draw only people like that chunky guy on the Travel Channel (who we refer to as The Weird Food Dude.)  Sometimes people might try something a little different now and then, but for the most part, we like what we like.

Publishing folks have to try to determine which book is going to appeal to the widest variety of tastes so they can sell the most books and make the most money.  That's not a bad thing.  They've got rent and mortgages and tuition bills for their kiddies, too.  They've got to look at the market and figure out who's going to want to eat what and how much of it they're going to consume in a given time period.  Not an easy job, folks.  Especially in a fickle culture where tastes can change in the blink of an eye.

And we, the authors?  Well, I guess we're like the contestants on The Next Food Network Star.  We make our dishes, thinking they're the most awesome culinary feat ever.  We present our food to the judges (or in our case, the agents) and hope Gordon Ramsey doesn't gag when he takes a bite.  Maybe one of the three guys will enjoy what we've given them.  Maybe all three will rave about it and we'll make it to the next round.  Or maybe all of them will tell us better luck next year.

What our families rave about at the dinner table might not turn anyone else on.

As for readers and the quandary at the bookstore?  Well, I think that might have to do with our appetite of the moment.  You walk in and nothing sounds good.  You know you want to eat.  You may in fact be starving.  But every bit of nourishment you look at makes you want to hurl.  Meanwhile, the shelves are stocked with every food imaginable.  All of it looks like mush to you because you aren't in a place where even the tastiest treat will entice you.  There's good food out there - lord knows the rest of the patrons are gobbling it down - but you're just not ready to eat it. 

Maybe you're getting over food poisoning (i.e. a bad read).  Perhaps you're already too full to think about another bite.  Give it time.  When you're ready to read again, you'll find something.

Until then, write a recipe.  Or stay away from food entirely until your appetite comes back.  In the end, you may still have a tough time finding the meal that's right for you, but then again, your tastes may just be more selective than most.  And that's okay.

But here's an idea, too.  Start trying to expand your tastes.  Eat a little fois gras.  And then grab a Whopper from BK.  Try some Kraft Mac & Cheese.  Have a scallop or two.  Eat a frog's leg.  Try the fried chicken.  It's all stuff someone somewhere enjoys.  Why can't you be that someone?

To paraphrase from the musical Mame: Life's a smorgasbord, folks.  And most poor suckers are starving to death.

I know that was a big rambly post, but I think you get my gist.  Now it's your turn to chime in.  What do you think?  Are you a picky eater or will you try anything?  Are you enjoying the smorgasbord or do you only eat from one section of it?  Chime in now.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Picture Pause - A Promise Kept

Hi all.  A while back I made a promise to my friend, Janet, that when I got pics of my wild gladiolas* (Mom says they're hollyhocks) I would post them.  Well, here they are:



They wandered over from the neighbors yard last year and came back this year.  I've been trying to take care of them, especially since they're the only pretty things back there.  Otherwise all I have to look at back there are goatheads**.


If you look closely, you can see the little green spiky balls that turn into dried up torture devices in the fall.

And lastly, because I haven't posted a picture of my rescue cat...


Yep, that's Max the Wonder Cat.  Ain't he gorgeous?

Have a great weekend, folks.  =o)

* Not sure if those are really glads. Nope.  Hollyhocks. 
** Don't know what these are really called either, but we call them goatheads here.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Me You See vs. The Me You Don't

I was reading a post by Seanan McGuire just now (at Rose Owls and Pumpkin Girls) wherein she talks about discovering that someone considers her online persona 'grating', and it got me to thinking.  What is my online persona?  Is who I am here online the same as who I am here in the house?  Pretty much.  Is that person the same as the one who goes to the grocery store?

Short answer: No.

Longer answer: If I could be who I really was all the time, I'd be the person you all see online rather than the person I present to the physical world.

I'm not nearly as angry online.  When I sit down to go into the internet, I'm stepping into my happy spot.  Sure, people here piss my off on occasion, but if I don't like it, I can walk away with one click of the mouse.  I can't just pick up and move away from the morons I encounter in my daily life.  And sometimes when I try to walk away, they follow me, trying to get my attention.  Of course, in either case, my anger never gets out.  I just seethe more out in reality.

I think I might be just as friendly in the real world as I am here, but I'm more guarded in real life.  I have to watch what I say - mainly because there's no delete button.  There's no chance to edit my thoughts out there in the real world.  I have to trust in my leaky brain to filter out the really stupid things before they come dribbling out of my face.  Like the other day when I offered to get a chair for a pregnant woman, and she wasn't pregnant*.  Derp.

And here I can say things like 'Derp' and no one thinks I'm retarded.  (Yes, I do say Derp at home, too, but they already know I'm retarded and they love me anyway.)

Whether or not I'm grating to people occurs to me every once in a while.  And then I motor along being myself anyway.  Way back in the early days of my original blog (the first incarnation of The Writing Spectacle), I wrote a post about being a WYSIWYG person.   It's a computer term meaning 'What You See Is What You Get'.  That's about it.  What you see of me here is what you get. 

Who are you online?  Are you the real you or a persona you've created to meet someone's expectation of who you should be?  How that working out for you?

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Goodreads and Me

A long time ago, I joined Goodreads.  And then promptly did nothing with it.  At all.  I was like the ghost in the Goodreads machine.  Earlier this year, though, I finally decided to get into the place in a more active way.  Sure, I'm not partaking of everything the site has to offer, but I'm finding my place and enjoying the scenery.

I might have mentioned (if not here, then elsewhere), that I became a Goodreads Librarian.  It's really not that hard a position to get into.  You exceed a certain number of books in your library and then fill out a form.  They accept or deny you.  I got accepted.  Basically what that means is I can update books, fix listings, and add books (when I'm absolutely certain it's not out there already). It all came about because an acquaintance of mine needed help getting his books up on the site.  Since then, I've helped him, and a few others, to get their books on Goodreads or get additional materials up there (like cover images, etc.)

I'm also keeping track of the books I read with their reading challenge - if you didn't notice there's a widget thingie over on the right.  I still keep my own page for that, but this is cool, too.  Now everyone who's friends with me can see what I read and I can see what they've read.  It's totally cool - in a nerdy, book-addict kind of way.

Additionally, I've found a few great books to read by seeing what my friends on Goodreads are reading or have in their too-read list.

All in all, it's a pretty neat place for book lovers to hang out and connect - and it's totally what you put into it.  No pressure, just books.  :happy sigh:  They even have discussion boards for those people who are interested.  (Not me.  I'm a recovering forum addict.  But you might like it.)

So, have you tried Goodreads?  Feel free to friend me.  I'd love to see what you're reading.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Dad

Dad was in his element three places in the world...

At work:


Out hunting:


or fishing:


And being a father:


It's been 10 Father's Days without him now, but I'd still like to wish Dad a happy day - even if it's only to that place in my memories where he will forever be with me.

Happy Father's Day to all the great Dads out there - including my own dear Husband.  =o)

(Yeah, that's me in the yellow.  The baby of the family.)