Monthly Archives: November 2007

(That Renfield book I was reading–started off so good then wound up as flat as an abandoned can of Coke. I hate it when good books go bad. Thanks for ripping me off, B & N.)

One of my favorite authors is Stephen King, one of America’s preeminent writers, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know what it is about his
writing, but it is incredibly rich.  Like the literary equivalent of Divinity fudge.  It seems that he channels people from another dimension to
ours through his written words.  His characters almost feel real, and the danger in some of the books is tangible.

I think it’s in all the details he provides in his novels.  He’s got a firm mastery on how to create tension in his plots, but I like how he creates
characters, how he makes them spring to life in my mind and how I am loathe to close the book because I don’t quite want to leave the characters he had so carefully constructed.

IT, for example.  That book is an epic like Lord of the Rings, except Pennywise (the antagonist) is much more evil and crazy than Sauron was ever drempt up to be. IT has, I believe, a similar ending.  The friends, having got rid of the evil, eventually forget each other and move forward with their lives.  I guess in a way, forgetting is sadder than being left behind.

IT is my favorite non Dark Tower novel of his.  There are so many contrasting ideas in that 1000+ page novel.  Friendship, courage, death, and standing true to yourself and your friends are just some of the themes found here.   Yeah, there is a lot of profanity and subjects on sexuality that are pretty much taboo, but oh well.  I love the book anyway.


This is our country

One of the phrases that springs to my mind when it comes to politics (or organized religion for that matter) is: “Do not pay any attention to the man behind the curtain.” I call that kind of line a distraction statement. Sometimes, it’s futile (as it was in the Wizard of Oz) but they have been known to work on a gullible public.

I’ll translate what that means to me: “Just listen to what I tell you to do, and not look at what I do.” I hear that a lot from our so called leaders that we’re to blindly follow. Well, that’s what they’d like us to do. But I’m not the kind to meekly follow anyone and I certainly do not blindly trust anyone. That, my dearest readers, is a quality I am not capable of.

What gets me is that our “patriotic” leaders want us to simply let them do everything and get in a snit when some of the sharper eyed citizens call them out on a misdeed. We have people imploring us to be patriotic, and have outright said that to question authority indicates that we aren’t. If it weren’t for some of our forefathers having the courage to stand up to the British, there would be no America as we know it. Questioning authority is our heritage. Questioning our president and other leaders is what we’re supposed to do–it is our duty in fact—and we shouldn’t let anyone convince us otherwise.

I guess that people would think that this is a call to arms, a call to begin positive changes in our country. They would be correct. This is our country. Go and change it for the better.

I Found My Mojo

Apparently, my “muse” doesn’t like calm music–all my creativity and opinions seem to melt away when I listen to regular, mainstream
rock/pop/bluegrass for too long.

What do I listen to when I need to fire myself for a writing session? (Or to steel myself to walk in the cold weather on my way to the bus)  Korn, NIN, Seether….all serve to give my lazy muse a much needed kick to the booty.

Boo yah.

Now I’m thinking TOO much.  I have a surplus of opinions, but not enough time in the day to reveal them all.

Here’s a recap:

If you try to block a celeb as they want to leave, expect to get your foot run over.  (And also don’t expect sympathy from me.)

America needs an Ellis Island down South to help regulate immigration.

Any celeb that drinks and drives should automatically spend a year in jail. I’ll call it the “DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200” law.  When they can afford a driver, there is no excuse for their intoxication fueled driving.

I’d like people to realize that the “under God” in the Pledge of Allegiance wasn’t added until the 50’s.  Also, it says something about liberty and justice for all.

Men make me want to…go arrrgh.

Huge TV’s (like my ‘new to me’ 55 incher) rock.

If really religious folks won’t recognize same sex marriages because of their beliefs, why do they recognize people that are married in a different religion? Or do they?

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Why bother

Why bother to write?

Val’s Advice Column

Dear Val,

Do you, as a non professional writer, support the Writers’ Guild strike?

Anonymous Writer

Dear AW,

While I appreciate people pursuing the “American Dream”, I think there are more pressing issues at hand.

Gas prices. The “insane” Iranian president.  The atrocities going on in Darfur.  I may be a bitter and hardened battle axe, but there is no excuse
for what’s going on in Darfur ….even animals are more humane than those sub-humans who perpetrate such violence.  I wonder why our Prez isn’t doing anything about Darfur since he’s so “concerned” about human rights.  Oh yeah, they don’t have oil.

I’m digressing.

The writers are a bunch of overpaid, namby-pamby juveniles who aren’t content with the money they earn. A good job doing what they love. (I hope.  I know I’d give both my tits to be considered a professional writer.)

They [the writers’ guild] need to go take a look at the immigrants who eek by on their below minimum wage paychecks.  Or at the unemployment line, filled with out of work IT people.  People, I might will add, that lost their jobs to the folks over in India.

Besides, if they don’t hurry up and settle, I sense a whole SLEW of reality shows coming up.  And who wants more reality shows?  Not me.

I have an anxiety disorder.  Doesn’t take away my value as a human. Doesn’t mean I’m entitled to special treatment either, except a better
understanding of my “pecularities”.**

Every time I hear someone say: “Just get over your panic attacks’, I want to do something physical involving their face and my fist. But hey, I’m a civilized person (more or less) and antics like that are better left to sociopaths toting huge guns.

It isn’t easy. With me, a panic attack starts with a light sweating, then my chest becomes like a heavy weight until I am sure I must die.

Here’s what I think: nononono please just gogogogogo away.dontwanttodie thisisjusttooMUCHforme. lemmebreathe.  You get the idea.  It isn’t only in my head, it causes physical discomfort, and it isn’t a difficulty that is easy to overcome.  It is a real problem.  It doesn’t even mean I’m totally nuts.

Or does it?  Nyah.

How I deal with anxiety is simply to write. Or crawl under the covers of my bed.  Or to take a nip or ten of a warm butt-kicking liquor.

**My pecularities being a fear/loathing of all these things:

A fear of winding, harrowing roads.
Crowds of people.

Book Club Time

So grab a copy of the Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck and get reading.  If you’ve already read it, why not comment?

I loved this book when I was required to read it in my Junior High English class.  Even though my teacher looked like Jabba the Hutt in a wig, and I didn’t particularily care for her dour attitude, she turned my attention to classics that I probably would have ignored. Of course, it’s not that hard to get a bibliophile interested in unknown novels and authors.

The Good Earth is a pearl of a book.  There is something pure and clear about Buck’s writing, and in the ever expanding literary world of sarcasm and nihilism, it’s refreshing just to delve into writing that is simple.   I think it’s important to read books like this; it gives a view of the world that was and creates awareness of tradition and how people were treated.

My First Comic Book…

That I can remember was a issue of Batman.  I’m not sure of the issue number, but it had Alfred (Batty’s faithful butler) being accused of
killing someone.  My young mind liked the dynamic art and dramatic dialogue….plus, Batman is a badass.  Even if he’s a DC character.

I think I picked it up in a secondhand store, purchased by me from one of my rare allowances.  I know my mother didn’t get it for me, because my mother looks (she’s made a remark about how nice my curio cabinet would be if it weren’t filled with my X-men statues. Grrr.) down on comic books as junk literature.  (Although she did give me an abridged version of the bible in comic book form.) I also picked up a battered Star Wars comic book–about the original movie–and an Aquaman one.  I loved the Star Wars book, almost as much as the Bat book, but the Aquaman was rather forgettable.

Mom got rid of them while I was away one summer, much to my dismay.  I got the last laugh, though.  I have two bookshelves FULL of comic books for her to stare at when she comes over.  Which isn’t often.   But still, her disdain for my beloved comic books has taught me one thing; to like what I want to, no matter what others think.

I wish I could recall the name of that particular story arch, so I could buy and read all the issues.  I’ve always wanted to find out if Alfred
managed to clear his name.

Val’s Advice Column

Dear Val,

I broke up with the guy of my dreams six years ago–he was exciting to be around. I loved him madly.  I have since got married to a kind, caring man whom I love.  We have two children.

The ex-bf has come back into my life. He wants to whisk me off to exotic locales and take care for my children and I.

I don’t know what to do.  I remember being in love with him and how it was…  My husband’s a good man and I love him even though he isn’t quite as exciting.

Wondering About What Could Have Been
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