When A Character Is Done Right

Jason Momoa can make any character cool.

Wednesday Funny!

Dear Postal Employee...

To the United States Postal Worker who cut open a box I mailed,

Yeah, you know who you are. The box didn't have an "accident".You used a box cutter to slice open the smallest side of the box I mailed to a reader. You dumped out two entire sets of my Bloodlines series paperbacks, one for the reader and one for his sister.

Even worse, you left the tracking bar code intact so the box would arrive empty. To a P.O. Box. There's no way you can say someone stole it from my reader's porch.

The box was stamped "Media Mail". Or are you really that much of a dumbass to think something that heavy would have DVDs or CDs. Holy Cthulu! Who uses material media these days? Only crazy-ass book lovers!

I know damn well you'd only get pennies on the dollar for my books at a used book store. Or did you dump them in the trash once you saw they were just books?

At least, I'm hoping it was greed that drove you to the theft. If you just took the books for shits and giggles, you truly are an asshole out to only hurt people.

Because you see, this reader has had an awful time lately. These books would have cheered up a gentleman who is chronically ill. You didn't hurt me. You hurt someone who's already had life throw a ton of shit at him.

Karma's a bitch, dude. And someday, she'll come calling for you.

I Love the '70's!

He wrote the songs...

40 Years and Nothing's Changed

Well, except now I'm my own boss, and the boy's just can't handle it. LOL

Random Beaver Shot

The NINC Explosion

Closely on the heels of RWA's implosion, Novelists, Inc., aka NINC, apparently blew up last week over . . . wait for it . . . diversity. The furor spilled over onto Twitter. I'm not a member of NINC, so I can't comment other than from the bits and pieces I saw on Twitter, Alyssa Day has resigned as NINC president.

I'm not linking to any specific tweets. If you want to know, you can do your own research.

I can't deal with more crazy. EVERYTHING is important. I'm definitely not saying it's not important. However, I have to finish a book that truly is less harrowing with demons than the worse-than-usual shitstorm life has become.

So, blogging will be very light for the next two weeks.

I swear I'll try to find something funny to post for y'all because I'm so tired of people shitting on other people just because they can.

I Love the '70's!

Before she held out for a hero...

Snow Weekend!

A winter storm is headed our way and expected to hit here around midnight. The National Weather Service is predicting two to five inches depending which way the storm is steered by two other fronts.

This means having laptops charged, just in case we lose power. Grabbing a few quick and easy items from the store like extra creamer, eggs, and nuts. And basically settling in for several hours of writing in the morning.

Extra blankets are ready to go, so bring on the snow!

Because One Person Hates Your Work...

...it doesn't mean it's the end of your career.

Bob Mayer posted a story about having belief in yourself. One person's opinion doesn't matter. Five, one hundred, one thousand. They really don't fucking matter.

I know some writers who hang onto their rejections for years or decades. But is it healthy?

For some folks, it lights a fire in their heart or their asses to prove to those naysayers wrong.

In my case, I really broke free by shredding every single paper rejection from editors and agents and every smarmy comment from RWA contests I'd received over the years. Putting those bags of shredded bits was a huge weight off my shoulders.

But it's that spark inside of you that will keep you going. Will keep you leaning. Will keep you growing as an artist.

Ask yourself if you're happy with your progress. Because only your opinion really matters in the long run.