If you're reading this, this post is dedicated to you - and I say that with all sincerity because NO ONE reads this blog by chance. People don't just stumble in here via search and say "Hmm, this Ford Forkum is a delightful chap, think I'll subscribe to the blog." I'd be a bulb-skulled butthead from the Inter-dimensional Hatch Of Boobies to believe such babble bereft of basis.
No, you're reading this because you're a special person with whom I have something vital in common. We're kids on the same playground who have found each other. Believe it or not, I've been looking for you for a long time. I'd have no reason to create and nothing to share if it weren't for you, and your sharing with me has filled a space in my life that was empty, but reserved for what you would bring.
Earlier this year, I planted a seed. I've sown seeds in many other climates and soils, and have seen destruction in the form of weeds, pests, and lingering coldness. But this year, I finally have a healthy plant that has survived the most fragile period of its growth, thanks to your persistent light. I propose we continue to shining our individual shades of light each others way, and by doing so, cultivate a garden of exotic wonder.
Woah...I kind of lost myself as I was writing this. Anyway, thanks for being there and for being here. As 2013 approaches, I have to restock my toolshed with useful abstractions. And so, I wish you a happy, prosperous, enlightening, and fulfilling 2013 with at least 23% fewer boogers.
More Dross About Writing From Planet Ewboogerick
It's good to be prolific - at least from my vantage point (outside looking in) though I probably won't have a ton of books penned in my lifetime. I worry too much over every word. Though it bums me out that I still don't have my WIPS completed yet, I like how they're coming along. They keep evolving as I fill in the blanks and fix things.
When the time comes to publish my short story and novel, I'm going to go the whole hog: full editing, print editions, Top quality professional cover design and everything. So it will be worth sweating every detail.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I will have two completed manuscripts ready for the first pass - definitely not this month, probably not next month, and maybe not even the month after that, but it WILL happen. Whatever happens in the end, if my work is loved, despised, or ignored ultimately doesn't matter - and it definitely doesn't matter at this moment in time.
That's how I'm keeping my head screwed on - I have an inner sense of completion for everything I set out to do, and the only way I can fail is if I give up or rush to finish and end up with something that feels inferior relative to its potential. My intuitive gut will know when its time to write "THE END" and heave a glorious sigh of relief.
In the meantime, Planet Ewboogerick is green and there's nothing I can do.
When the time comes to publish my short story and novel, I'm going to go the whole hog: full editing, print editions, Top quality professional cover design and everything. So it will be worth sweating every detail.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I will have two completed manuscripts ready for the first pass - definitely not this month, probably not next month, and maybe not even the month after that, but it WILL happen. Whatever happens in the end, if my work is loved, despised, or ignored ultimately doesn't matter - and it definitely doesn't matter at this moment in time.
That's how I'm keeping my head screwed on - I have an inner sense of completion for everything I set out to do, and the only way I can fail is if I give up or rush to finish and end up with something that feels inferior relative to its potential. My intuitive gut will know when its time to write "THE END" and heave a glorious sigh of relief.
In the meantime, Planet Ewboogerick is green and there's nothing I can do.
Adele's Baby, Twitter Trolls, and the Media
The Huffington Post recently reported on the nasty Twitter messages in response to Adele's giving birth. Comments on the story generally revolved around the problem of cruelty and insensitivity, as was the basic gist of the article. "What can be done," the people lamented, "about Internet trolls?"
The question keeps coming up as though no one had ever said or heard an insulting thing in their lives prior to this incident. This not a case of cyberspace bullying among kids - which, I agree, is a serious problem. This is "hating on a celebrity," which has been going on since the first tabloid was ever published. Adele probably doesn't care what some random idiots post about her. But if she does, and for anyone who thinks "trolling," or inflammatory remarks are some kind of isolated social ill in need of a remedy, let me offer a bit of perspective.
What's the first thing people ever do from the second they're born? They cry - that is, they react to their environment with a negative emotion and they vocally express that emotion without any conscious thought. It can be inferred, then, that the most basic thing people do is unconsciously react negatively to the world and express their negative feelings with no inhibition whatsoever.
What does a baby know about anything the second it pops out of the womb? Not much. So we can say that the default nature of a person is ignorance, negative reactivity, and uninhibited expression. See what I'm getting at here? Why should it be any surprise that people say utterly insensitive and hateful things? Lacking any positive conditioning, knowledge, or maturity, people are born to act like this. Any prejudice - racism, sexism, ageism, homophobia, materialism (possession-based esteem), and so on - is rooted in our nature. That's why its called baseness. We have to strive to overcome these limitations.
This isn't the way it "should" be. But it is. Acceptance doesn't equal consent, it just means that we ought to respond to hateful remarks the way one responds to a crying newborn. If it's not yours (and it isn't), what do you care?
The question keeps coming up as though no one had ever said or heard an insulting thing in their lives prior to this incident. This not a case of cyberspace bullying among kids - which, I agree, is a serious problem. This is "hating on a celebrity," which has been going on since the first tabloid was ever published. Adele probably doesn't care what some random idiots post about her. But if she does, and for anyone who thinks "trolling," or inflammatory remarks are some kind of isolated social ill in need of a remedy, let me offer a bit of perspective.
What's the first thing people ever do from the second they're born? They cry - that is, they react to their environment with a negative emotion and they vocally express that emotion without any conscious thought. It can be inferred, then, that the most basic thing people do is unconsciously react negatively to the world and express their negative feelings with no inhibition whatsoever.
What does a baby know about anything the second it pops out of the womb? Not much. So we can say that the default nature of a person is ignorance, negative reactivity, and uninhibited expression. See what I'm getting at here? Why should it be any surprise that people say utterly insensitive and hateful things? Lacking any positive conditioning, knowledge, or maturity, people are born to act like this. Any prejudice - racism, sexism, ageism, homophobia, materialism (possession-based esteem), and so on - is rooted in our nature. That's why its called baseness. We have to strive to overcome these limitations.
This isn't the way it "should" be. But it is. Acceptance doesn't equal consent, it just means that we ought to respond to hateful remarks the way one responds to a crying newborn. If it's not yours (and it isn't), what do you care?
The-Adonis By Charity Parkerson
The-Adonis
By
Charity Parkerson
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Grecian Fantasies hosts one of the hottest balls in town, a naughty
Nobody-Knows-Your-Name masquerade that is not only exclusive, but is also not
for the faint of heart.
Pleasure, fantasy, fetish, and vice are all on the menu at this ball.
The only thing not up for grabs is the notorious woman behind its creation, but
that is about to change.
Excerpt:
“I’m
Weston,” he said as he wound Rob’s ribbon around his neck, tying it in a neat
bow, and making himself appear as a giant unwanted present. “What’s your
desire?” Rob started to tell Weston that he desired for him to go away, but a
bright yellow feather caught his eye once more, and his gaze found the Goddess
across the room.
“I need you
to fetch someone,” Rob answered, deciding to use the awkward situation to his
advantage.
“Oh, yay, a
threesome,” Weston cheered. “May I suggest Mike over there,” he said, pointing
to a gigantic man wearing a plain black mask. “He has lumberjack hands,” Weston
added cheerfully.
Rob paused. Lumberjack hands? No, he was not going
to ask. “What are lumberjack hands?”
“You know,
he can wield his . . .” Weston began before Rob waved his hand, cutting him
off.
“Never
mind, I get the picture.” And he did, too. He would never be able to wash this
moment from his mind. Getting back on track before things got out of hand, Rob
pointed across the room. “Bring her to me,” he ordered.
Weston’s
face fell as he caught sight of the woman to which Rob referred. “I cannot,” he
stammered, sounding horrified.
“What the
hell? I thought you were supposed to fulfill my desires or some shit?”
Weston
seemed honestly distraught over Rob’s aggravation. “I’m sorry. If you ask me to
fetch anyone else for a bit of fun, then I am at your service, any service,” he
added, raking Rob’s body with his eyes. “However, that is Theadonis and I
cannot do as you command.”
“The
Adonis,” Rob repeated, sounding ridiculous even to his own ears. “I thought
Adonis was a man. That is no man.” As the words left Rob’s mouth, he found
himself tilting his head to one side and studying the woman closer just in case
he was wrong.
Weston rolled his eyes. “Not ‘the Adonis.’ Theadonis. That’s her name. She is the
owner of Grecian Fantasies.”
Her “Sinners series” was voted one of the top ten best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Romance Reads
She was named as one of the top three Indie authors of 2012- The Book Connection
She is a member of The Paranormal Romance Guild, is a Goodreads moderator, a member of Coffee Time Romance, and co-host of The Melissa Craig and Charity Parkerson show.
She won author of the week in August of 2011, and is a three-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath.
You can follow her on Twitter @https://twitter.com/CharityParkerso
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Fine Line Between Humor and Being a Jerk
A joke is always made at someone or something's expense. I try to stay with making fun of ideas because humor that targets people is just disrespect in an ironic container.
I've seen, heard, and read a lot of humor that not only doesn't entertain me, it puts me off the humorist. It's like, okay, this guy's getting laughs for his stand-up routine, but what is he doing besides ranting and talking about people in an insulting way? That's not funny; that's just being an unpleasant person. That brand of behavior can be good if it's delivered right - i.e. a grumpy old man who is knowingly a bit feeble-minded and irrational can be entertaining. Some plainclothes punk criticizing everything without style or character is just obnoxious.
Being aware of this, I often worry about coming off that way. I use humor as an outlet for frustration, and if I distill it and refine it enough, it seems to come across the way I intended. But I'm not always sure of myself, and sometimes I'll flippantly throw something out there off the cuff and I seem to miss everyone's wavelength. Then I have to look back on what I wrote and I can't help but agree.
Then I feel like one of those funny people I don't like. It's a terrible feeling, but sometimes you score and sometimes you don't. Missing the target is how we improve our aim, but if your dart goes into someone's face, then you're in trouble.
Anyway - on to the next round.
I've seen, heard, and read a lot of humor that not only doesn't entertain me, it puts me off the humorist. It's like, okay, this guy's getting laughs for his stand-up routine, but what is he doing besides ranting and talking about people in an insulting way? That's not funny; that's just being an unpleasant person. That brand of behavior can be good if it's delivered right - i.e. a grumpy old man who is knowingly a bit feeble-minded and irrational can be entertaining. Some plainclothes punk criticizing everything without style or character is just obnoxious.
Being aware of this, I often worry about coming off that way. I use humor as an outlet for frustration, and if I distill it and refine it enough, it seems to come across the way I intended. But I'm not always sure of myself, and sometimes I'll flippantly throw something out there off the cuff and I seem to miss everyone's wavelength. Then I have to look back on what I wrote and I can't help but agree.
Then I feel like one of those funny people I don't like. It's a terrible feeling, but sometimes you score and sometimes you don't. Missing the target is how we improve our aim, but if your dart goes into someone's face, then you're in trouble.
Anyway - on to the next round.
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