Now, I am not laughing at anyone's misfortune, really I'm not, but this woman did a really good job of writing this down. Reminded me of Carolyn. So hope you enjoy. It's not just the product that did the selling, it was the text as well. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130144061675&ru=http%25
I am so fortunate to live in a metropolitan area that has home delivery available!
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Weird Thoughts
You know, you know you're a writer when you're more interested in how this can be material or observing what is happening than participating in the action. We're funny that way. My friend Karen had this experience recently that you can read about here. Rhona shares her experiences on a regular basis here. And then Mike talks about watching a mosquito on someone else here. And it made me think about the time I was entranced with watching a fly shit on the hand railing on my porch (yes, I washed it off afterwards) or the time I was more concerned with watching the Daddy Longlegs crawl down my friend's dress than I was with actually telling her about it (well, she was busy talking and I didn't want to interrupt you understand. I think I was 10 or 12 at the time). It was kinda funny to watch how she reacted when I finally told her. She probably still hates me.
But this all points to this quirky sensibility that writers tend to have to be observers. Depending on what we write, it's funny what we observe. From the probiscus of a mosquito (horror and weird fiction), to how to use a fainting spell and being knocked unconscious (Urban fantasy and YA), to the everyday Lucile Ball comedy of life (YA fantasy). Jane Austen did it from her drawing room. Louisa May Alcott did it while caring for her family and doing housework of other people. Emily Dickinson even did it from her reclusive home (remember, "A fly buzzed when I died...").
Celebrate your quirkiness.
But this all points to this quirky sensibility that writers tend to have to be observers. Depending on what we write, it's funny what we observe. From the probiscus of a mosquito (horror and weird fiction), to how to use a fainting spell and being knocked unconscious (Urban fantasy and YA), to the everyday Lucile Ball comedy of life (YA fantasy). Jane Austen did it from her drawing room. Louisa May Alcott did it while caring for her family and doing housework of other people. Emily Dickinson even did it from her reclusive home (remember, "A fly buzzed when I died...").
Celebrate your quirkiness.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Two Things That Make Me Cackle
That I am posting everywhere:
http://www.miskalex.org/LJstuff/chick-cthulu.jpg
(Cthulu loves you and has a wonderful plan for your um life...)
http://www.progressiveboink.com/archive/peanuts-by-charles-bukowski/
(Peanuts by Charles Bukowski)
http://www.miskalex.org/LJstuff/chick-cthulu.jpg
(Cthulu loves you and has a wonderful plan for your um life...)
http://www.progressiveboink.com/archive/peanuts-by-charles-bukowski/
(Peanuts by Charles Bukowski)
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