Monday, June 16, 2014
I just wanna...
Honestly? I kinda want to go to the store and buy ALL THE GLITTERS and make a Glitter Chart.
I've been rereading all the Rescue Twinks stories (because...well... *reasons* *shifts cagily*) and now I just wanna play with glitter.
Sometimes, I think I'm really still like 6 when glitter was the highest honor you could bestow on that Mother's Day card or whatever...
Speaking of glitter crafts, we used to have this cat named Cottlestone who was the most *imperious* little thing ever. Anyway, when my sister was about 5, she was going through a glitter phase in her artwork, and she had these creations all over the front porch. They were still wet when Her Majesty the Cat decided to sit on one. When we pulled the paper away from her backside, she was glittering for a week...
Get the first book, The Counterfeit Claus, for free from All Romance or Smashwords!
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Tuesday is for News...
*snorts*
No, really. Well, in April I decided that all that shize needed to come to a screechtastic halt so I could get on with my normal fabulosity. This required taking the old pat and turner mobile (my feet, attached to the rest of my person) in for an extensive tune up.
Turns out there aren't really viable salvage parts for some of these older model chassis like mine. Who'da thunk it? Fortunately, I lucked into a great mechanic--er, surgeon, who made it clear I didn't really need the part I was thinking was vital. Kinda like Kaylee did in Mal's flashback to how she joined the crew of the Serenity. Just after she and the prior ship's mechanic get... interrupted by Mal, she fixes Serenity by removing a malfunctioning part that was only gumming up the works. See what you can learn from Firefly? Sometimes you really don't need those extra parts. Especially not when though great and fully functional when you first got your 'ship', they stop working right around the same time the ship stops being all shiny and new. Then, due to poor design, substandard fuel, or what have you, that part gets all gumed up and all of the sudden, the whole damn ship is grounded. Then, until you can either replace the part (not bloody likely with this piece of antiquated gossa) or you can pull the broken part out, rewire and reconfigure around where it used to be, you can't get the whole she-bang sailing again... so, yeah. Long way around the barn to say that's what my doc did. Afterwards, the doc, the one inept nurse in the entire medical team that took care of me up at the VA and I had a convo that went a lot like this:
Bestern (part read by inept nurse): What did you do?Mal (heh, I get to play Mal): She fixed it.
Kaylee (the genius mechanic--er, I mean surgeon): Well it wasn't really broke.
Mal (yep...never gets old to say, hey, I'm Mal) : How'd you learn how to do that, Miss?
Kaylee (and he was just as cute and earnest as Kaylee too) : Just do it, that's all.
Hold on to your britches. I'm getting to the newsy part. So, I was pretty much like a ship that's dead in the water til I had that surgery, and then it took nearly two months to get everything rewired as it were, and have all systems up and running.
But, *HERE'S THE NEWSY PART* I was still running some systems in the background. And as a result, I can now say I've landed a contract for Tian's Hero with Wilde City Press. Now that is downright shiny. I hope you won't be offended if I don't hang about to celebrate with you all though. I've got something vital to attend to. No, really.
For now, keep flying and stay shiny.
Oh.
And I'll see you in the world.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Monday's Mayhem and Foolishness: Getting Jiggy with the Real World
So today I had the most amazing breakfast with my best friend. She has this habit of dropping random, short and wise sayings into our conversations. Another friend of mine calls those sayings Bon Mots. I call them Liz-isms. Today's went like this:
Liz: ...no, I work a lot lately. I'm full time at the VA now.
Me: Mmmmm?
Liz: Yeah. Because, you know, the high school.
Me: Was that English? 'Cause I have zero idea what you just said.
Liz: *laughing* I'm full time. To pay for school for the boys.
Me: Oh, shize. They're all going to private school this year.
Liz: Yep. *she pops the p at the end of the word with an awful lot of enthusiasm for a single mom of five who is sending all of her kids to private school*
Me: Um, okay.
Liz: So the boys say to me, 'Ma, why you killin' your self? Can't you just chill. We don't need some snotty school if you gotta work so hard to put us there.
Me: *just listening*
Liz: Yeah. So I say to them, yeah, I do gotta work that many hours. Because... not to put you in some high-brow school, but because I really believe this school will set you up so when you're done, you never have to work a day in your life.
Me: *kinda stunned silence*
Liz: So the boys just looked at me, til the youngest one says... huh?... and I kinda smile at him. I say. I have been blessed to not work many days in my adult life. See, if you love what you do, then you're never going to work. You're just going to do that thing you love, you feel me?
Me: *stunned and awed* You're a fucking great mom. They got it, huh.
Liz: *kinda smiling* Yeah. Yeah, I think maybe they did.
I have the coolest friends, yes? And that thing she said? Is sooooooo going in one of my stories. Probably the one I'm working on right now.
Liz: ...no, I work a lot lately. I'm full time at the VA now.
Me: Mmmmm?
Liz: Yeah. Because, you know, the high school.
Me: Was that English? 'Cause I have zero idea what you just said.
Liz: *laughing* I'm full time. To pay for school for the boys.
Me: Oh, shize. They're all going to private school this year.
Liz: Yep. *she pops the p at the end of the word with an awful lot of enthusiasm for a single mom of five who is sending all of her kids to private school*
Me: Um, okay.
Liz: So the boys say to me, 'Ma, why you killin' your self? Can't you just chill. We don't need some snotty school if you gotta work so hard to put us there.
Me: *just listening*
Liz: Yeah. So I say to them, yeah, I do gotta work that many hours. Because... not to put you in some high-brow school, but because I really believe this school will set you up so when you're done, you never have to work a day in your life.
Me: *kinda stunned silence*
Liz: So the boys just looked at me, til the youngest one says... huh?... and I kinda smile at him. I say. I have been blessed to not work many days in my adult life. See, if you love what you do, then you're never going to work. You're just going to do that thing you love, you feel me?
Me: *stunned and awed* You're a fucking great mom. They got it, huh.
Liz: *kinda smiling* Yeah. Yeah, I think maybe they did.
I have the coolest friends, yes? And that thing she said? Is sooooooo going in one of my stories. Probably the one I'm working on right now.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Friday!
On the way back to GA via Pittsburgh & my parents' place in SW VA today, but first, a couple of random pictures from the last couple of days:
Baby ducklings in the river (we fed them some bread)
Somebody's dog swimming in the river
A church that sits just down the road from my in-laws' house
Horses. In the fog, At sunset (again, across the street from the in-laws')
More sorta sunset-y. If I had time, I'd see if I couldn't play with it & get the pink more vivid...
Setting aside the reason for the trip, it was a pretty good one...
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Thursay Think Tank--A Letter on Piracy
Dear Readers and Fellow
Authors,
I was recently shocked
to be confronted with a viewpoint I honestly hadn’t even contemplated before. I
tried to make sense of the words that to me seemed to be excusing ebook pirates
for stealing my works and actually laying the onus of preventing piracy on
me, the author. It seemed to say I was responsible for making my books more readily available *in all formats* around the
world, or else the piracy was somehow my fault. To say that I was appalled would be putting it mildly. I want to respond,
not to an individual, but to everyone who has taken part in piracy, either as
an uploader or as a downloader, as well as to those who would argue for there being any legitimacy in doing so. Because there are other options.
This thing I do, this writing, is
my career.
I am not a hobbyist.
Writing is my job. I
put in anywhere from 40-90 hours a week when my health permits, and I work
weekends, holidays, long after sane folk have gone to sleep and long before
they wake. It’s what I do. I love writing. I love creating new worlds, and
honing my craft. I love it right down to my bones, but I still have a bottom
line. I still have a family to support. I still have a kidlet who will be going
to college in less than three years. Right. So, there I was, flabbergasted by
this recitation of all the reasons people pirate when I was hit by the
following epiphany and realized I have something to say to the people who
pirate, and the people who would try to explain why it is ever an author’s
fault when someone steals from them.
Frankly, I don't care why they
pirate.
I care that they are
stealing from me. One of the points made was that people are afraid to write to
authors, that they consider them somehow too important to bother. Before I was
an author I wrote to authors. Loads of them. The ones in this m/m genre
especially were so kind about writing back.
I don’t think authors are special,
not to be approached beings.
You don't know my
story, I get that. Here is a quick and dirty version. You don't know about how
serving my country led to me having two risky surgeries for spinal cord
compression nor how I spent two years recuperating from them. You don't know that
during that time when I wrote to those authors to thank them for the free books
they'd posted during the first Goodreads m/m romance groups Christmas Stuff my Stocking Anthology, because that
book literally saved me from a pretty bleak depression, many of those wonderful
authors replied by sending me more free books. Those were real people, reaching
out in real time to ease someone else’s way. You don't know that my car was
repossessed during that time, or that my daughter and I nearly became homeless
and only because my landlady let me pay what I could, when I could did we not
end up living in shelters. You couldn't know that. You don't know that during
that time we only ate by the grace of a local food pantry.
During that time I never resorted
to stealing books.
I even had a friend
make copies of ebooks that she tried to give me. I can’t tell you how much I
longed for those books. But I waited until I could eke out three dollars here
and five dollars there to buy them.
So honestly?
I don't care if someone
is poor. There are millions of legit free books out there. I don't care if they
don't have a credit card. Again, there are tons of free, LEGITIMATELY FREE books
out there, some of which were written by me. Every single time a pirate steals
a book of mine they are literally taking food out of my daughter's mouth,
stealing away her college fund, and pushing me closer and closer to having to
abandon writing altogether so that I can spend my time doing something to earn
money that is not so easy to steal with impunity.
Listen up. Pirating has real effects
on real people in the real world.
It’s pretty much the
same thing as someone stealing into your house and taking from you, stealing
your car, or taking money from your bank that was set aside to pay bills. You'd
be angry, wouldn’t you? Especially if you’d worked hard to earn those things and
even more so if the work was dear to your heart.
Again, writing isn't a hobby for
me, it's my job.
Do you get that, person
downloading that one free book? Or you, uploader who thinks you’re not hurting
anyone real? Or even you, person who defends them tacitly?
Perhaps you're young
still, or life hasn’t burdened you with responsibility for someone else’s care.
Perhaps you haven’t had
to pay bills or purchase your own food.
Maybe it’s just a case
of you thinking everyone who writes and isn’t a New York Times bestseller is
just a hobbyist, and that stealing their books doesn’t really hurt them.
Maybe you truly believe
that authors owe you free books. I actually heard someone say this to a table
full of authors once. After dropping that bombshell, that person waxed poetic
about how ebooks were overpriced, and how unfair it was to ask anyone to pay
over—I don’t recall what the exact price named was. And this was for books of
over 300 pages. Added to that was that no author or publisher should charge
over—again I don’t recall the exact number, only that it was ludicrously
low—for a book no matter the length. I can tell you that my first thought was
that the person in that instance was in essence saying authors should not be
paid a living wage.
Wouldn't you be angry?
Think about it this
way… Would it be okay with you for someone to tell you that they were going to
have you work for hours, days, or months and when payday came around finally,
they said, “Well, your work has been devalued because someone found a way to
steal the thing that you do. It really
isn't their fault, these pirates. They’re only doing it because what you've
done/created is so awesome and it's hard to get where they are…”
Again, I don't care why
people steal books. It's just wrong.
There aren't a lot of
jobs I can do now. I can't lift over 20 lbs. I can't sit for long periods.
Sometimes my legs swell horrendously and I can't stand either. So I write. But…if
I can't provide for my kid and myself by writing? I will have to stop. Eh, I'm
starting to repeat myself.
Another point about why
people pirate was a question about books being available in enough formats. My
books are available in all the formats. And more importantly, there are free
apps out there for readers to convert their books to other formats if they
want. Calibre is a good one. I post things on my web pages that people can read
for free there. Or at least I used to. I don't anymore.
I won’t write free books anymore—I can’t
Why?
Because I don't have
time. I have to write faster and faster so I can try to make some profit before
my work gets stolen. Let me say again that I love writing. Otherwise I'd have
given up after the first pirate episode. I’ve been asked how I came by the
numbers I shared about how much pirating had cost me on one book? It was in
excess of 25k. Simple. I multiplied the
number of downloads (after less than a week of the files being up on the pirate
site) by the legit cost and then figured out what my contracted percent would have
been. I only did that for a span of less than a week. My sales went from really
good for a first publication to less than five books sold in the next quarter.
And the book released at the end of a quarter, so it's reasonable to assume
without the pirate site a lot more books would have sold.
For me, it’s exhausting, trying to
explain my side of this.
I won't waste time or
energy talking about this anymore. Thanks to some friends I’ve found a service,
Muso, that will help me deal with take down notices with a minimum of fuss and
time spent. Other than that, I’ll just do what I have to take care of my
family. Sadly that means no more free stories. I just can’t justify the time
when pirates steal so much of my profits.
Yes, any justification of pirating
upsets and offends me.
No amount of telling me
that I should feel bad for the pirates or understand them is going to change the cold, hard fact that they, everyone
who uploads, and everyone who downloads stolen books is STEALING. When
they are my books it hurts me right away. When they are someone else's it hurts
when I lose that author’s future works.
When pirates *uploaders or
downloaders* steal, it’s more than a single copy of a book.
They steal authors’
motivation. They steal money from families, they steal children’s futures. They
steal books that the authors will never write, because they’ve had to take some
soul killing job they hate in order to support themselves and their families.
They steal the free reads that authors would have written to give back to their
fans, to raise monies for charity, to kick off a new series.
If you love an author’s
works? Only read what you can buy of theirs. Ask your local library to acquire
a copy of the book. Write to the author. We’re people. There’s not a struggle
out there that one of us hasn’t gone through. And seriously, as a group we’ve
got some huge fucking hearts. If you’re in a country where you can’t safely buy
our books, we’ll probably post something for you online. If buying the ebooks
is difficult because of where you live, tell us. We’ll probably find a way to
make it easier for you to buy them there. But don’t give yourself the bullshit
answer that it’s okay to steal.
Tell it Like it Is Dammit
At least be honest, and
say, yep, I’m a thief, and I don’t care. You don’t get to say you’re “sticking
it to the man”. That’s crap. You’re taking food from people who may well be
poorer than you. That’s the truth. And that’s all I have to say on the matter.
Cherie Noel
Monday, May 19, 2014
taking a (short) sabbatical
I know it's Minion Monday, and honestly I kind of have some stuff on my mind that's pretty cool, but...sorry, guys. Not this Monday.
See, I'm in PA. We drove 16 long hours (give or take several stops) up here from GA with the three kids in hopes that the hubby would have a chance to say goodbye to his mom. She's been having a lot of health issues and she's no longer responding to treatment, so...it's time. It's currently that murky midnight time between late-late Sunday and the wee smas of Monday morning. I have the kids in bed in the hospitality house & DH is at the hospital.
This place does not have WiFi so I'm typing this on my phone. It's the kids' last week of school, so they're missing that. And...well, it's just kind of a mess. So until next time... just hug your loved ones tight, ok?
*blows kisses*
See, I'm in PA. We drove 16 long hours (give or take several stops) up here from GA with the three kids in hopes that the hubby would have a chance to say goodbye to his mom. She's been having a lot of health issues and she's no longer responding to treatment, so...it's time. It's currently that murky midnight time between late-late Sunday and the wee smas of Monday morning. I have the kids in bed in the hospitality house & DH is at the hospital.
This place does not have WiFi so I'm typing this on my phone. It's the kids' last week of school, so they're missing that. And...well, it's just kind of a mess. So until next time... just hug your loved ones tight, ok?
*blows kisses*
Saturday, May 17, 2014
HAHAT 2014: Writing what I want to be. Being what I want to see.
Be sure to leave a comment below, as one lucky winner (drawn by random name out of the sorting cup method) will win a $10 gift card to their choice of B&N, Amazon, or ARe, (these are booksellers), and a print edition of the Lost and Found anthology. LEAVE ME A WAY TO CONTACT YOU OR THE PRIZE GOES TO THE NEXT NAME MY KIDLET DRAWS OUT...
Have fun on the hop. Visit places you'd normally not go. Approach strange things (to you) with an eager mind, ready to learn about someone else's reality. That's how homophobia and transphobia really end. When we all *see* one another.
Also, don't forget to check out the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia page.
To write you look deep inside, to write well you just look around…
Have fun on the hop. Visit places you'd normally not go. Approach strange things (to you) with an eager mind, ready to learn about someone else's reality. That's how homophobia and transphobia really end. When we all *see* one another.
Also, don't forget to check out the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia page.
To write you look deep inside, to write well you just look around…
Two dear friends of
mine, Randy and Brent, wrote those lyrics. I don’t know at this point which one
actually penned the lines that still resonate in my soul. I repeat those words
to myself often as I write the stories I now write more frequently than the
songs I too penned when we all played in smoky little rooms in San Francisco. I
still love music, but lately I’ve found a deeper love.
What's that, you ask?
M/M romance.
See, I
adore writing about people of any ilk falling in love, and I especially like to write
stories where I can take all the things that are wrong in the world and fix
them. There are a lot of odds stacked against those who fit in to the alphabet soup of LGBT-QUILTBAG. I don't even know what everyone of those letters stands for. Eh, mostly because I've forgotten due to a brain injury, but that's another story. For now let's focus on the fact that people fall all over the spectrum of sexuality and gender, and there is no ought to should be that really means anything.
Look around. You'll see it. And just as quickly you'll see someone who is scared of people being different than them, and chooses to express that in hate. It gives me instant high blood pressure. Cause hey, those people getting hassled? Their my friends. My loved ones. Sometimes it's me. But I have a mighty weapon at my disposal. A pen.
Yeah, it’s pretty damn therapeutic to take someone who was a complete
shit to me in real life, put them in my shoes after they, as the character have
been so nasty that you, the reader are ready to write them off. And then I make
magic. I let them grow, let them transcend the squashed ugliness of their hate
and fear… and they become beautiful.
Pretty Pollyanna of me,
I know.
But I have my reasons.
I’d love to live, and
have my daughter live in a world where that was commonplace. Where people so routinely
got over their prejudices, their small mindedness and fear that we would only
find it strange to meet a person who was unable or unwilling to do so. Hell
yes, sign me up for that world.
Oh, I get that I can
change me, and perhaps be a positive influence on a little piece of the planet,
right? Yeah. So I try. I put in the hours. I walk the walk. Sometimes I get
burned—sometimes we all get burned. That’s just the way this messy world works.
But in my writing, both the published books and the works in progress?
Marriage Equality is
already nationally recognized.
People look to the
quality of a person’s character rather than the gender of their significant
other.
Men and women are
equal. Different, yes, but equal in stature as far as what they can achieve in
the world.
Children are loved for
who they are, not who their parents think they should be.
And oh, best of all,
love flourishes.
The world is hard, and
dirty, and mean sometimes. But it’s also full of kindnesses, and acts of love.
When I started writing I thought all my characters came from, I dunno, the
ether, or some magical recess of my own psyche. But then, just like in Randy
and Brent’s song, I started to realize the best characters, the one’s I loved
like real people, the stories that shook me right down to my soul, were the
ones that came from writing what I saw around me, but letting things come to
the most positive conclusions.
Now I like to look
around, tease out the best in people, the best in the way they love and care
for friends, family, and strangers. I write that into being on a grander scale
than I see in everyday life, because if I can imaging it, couldn’t someone else
live it one day? Maybe if I dream it hard enough one day the world can be what
I want.
What, you may ask, do I
want?
I want a country,
indeed a whole world where any parent, when confronted with a child who is
baffled and upset because their insides don’t match their outsides would never
question what to do. Where the immediate response would be all about making
that child comfortable. And perhaps, one day a world where inside/outside didn’t
matter, because we wouldn’t be hung up on what either one was supposed to mean.
I want a world where there is neither fear nor shame in being other than
straight, a world where acceptance is the norm, and the shape of one’s
character is the only measure taken of a person.
For now, as we struggle
and toil toward that goal, as we blog to raise awareness and march to show
solidarity, I’ll keep writing, pointing my words and characters toward those
days.
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