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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Puzzles and Goodwill

Most of the folks we know have opted for a quiet Thanksgiving at home, with immediate family, or the recent marketing ploy of Friendsgiving with like-minded individuals. There are still many others who live by a set of traditions that demand they spend the day with family (parents, in-laws, siblings). And if Facebook is any indication, the fracturing of America went far deeper than party lines.


Some families are still feeling the push and pull, and they are so possessed you half expect the turkey itself to take arms! It is for these poor souls that I put together the Insatiable Gourmet Word Search book.


If you get the urge to say something you’ll regret later, go lock yourself in the bathroom, the family room, or the bedroom with all the coats, and solve a puzzle.

Arguing politics with family is useless. Most of your relatives, much like your own selves, have already made up your minds. Beyond that, your logic isn’t any better than theirs! Everyone makes up their minds based on criteria that affects them and makes sense to them on a very personal level.

Regime changes in Washington affect us all, but breaking family ties over it seems a little extreme (unless your family wants to cause you physical harm and is using politics as a reason to justify it).

On a holiday based around food, if you find yourself unable to talk about it, then immerse yourself in food games that don’t require food fights!


A special offering from Kali, The Food Goddess the book has 25 culinary-themed puzzles based on cookbook categories, and is designed for discerning foodies. Some of the puzzle categories include sandwiches, sushi, pasta, herbs & spices, and aphrodisiacs.

The little book is available right now at CreateSpace and Amazon, just in time for the holidays (whether yours will be happy or an uncomfortable mess)!



For Your Consideration
On a serious note, I hope you get the puzzle book and enjoy the momentary escape, but I urge you to maintain your principles and also respect that not everyone has to agree with you. Let politics slide with family and try to enjoy each other for as long as the universe permits you the privilege and pleasure. Pick up your political fight back in January! Fight the good fight, but practice empathy and tolerance until then. It’ll be a gift to the world and a fantastic example to set for the younger set. Don't go guerilla on your family until there is an actual revolution--these people are not your enemy.


Saturday, November 12, 2016

Creativity in Crisis: The Center Cannot Hold

I should be writing. I wanted to write. A couple of weeks ago, the prospect of completing Volume One of the steampunk fantasy I’d started seemed like such an exciting prospect.


From "Revelation (Mother Earth)" from the album Blizzard of Ozz 

Merely three days after the election, I am physically exhausted and emotionally spent again. I try not to write out of anguish. I leave that to the young and idealistic. I’ve boomeranged past jaded at this point.

People are screaming and demanding to be heard but nobody is listening to one another. Neither side seems capable of making concessions for each other. The mere concept of compromise seems offensive, as if meeting in the middle was akin to selling out.



But this constant pull from opposite extremes is not healthy. Don’t people realize that the center cannot hold that way? And the center here is the difference between the rise and fall.

I wanted to write this November. I wanted to focus on creativity, on a world different from ours but oddly familiar, to flesh out these quirky characters… I still could, but I am not feeling it.

What I feel is tense and disappointed (not in the outcome so much as in the aftermath).

What the winning side doesn’t understand right now, is that the other side is cringing in the same way we all have when a large, ham-fisted nurse has come towards us with a fake smile and a giant syringe and lied, “This is going to sting a little.”



No, it’s going to hurt like hell, you bastard, and it will sting for a long time afterwards; may your tongue rot in your mouth for lying!

People are terrified that their rights will be trampled and when you threaten their basic needs (and we all agree that human rights are basic), people freak out.


We are about to be ruled by people who believe women have no place in deciding anything about their own bodies; people who believe you can electric shock the gay out; people who advocate a return to internment camps and who want to reinstitute the Committee for Un-American Activities (one of the most shameful episodes in our shared history full of savage racism and abuse of power)… It’s little things like that people are freaking out about.

Are people preempting the crisis? Perhaps, but just because it is an emotional response doesn’t mean that it isn’t steeped in some educated guesses. On the other hand, I have no respect for those who immediately resort to rioting and violence. That destroys your credibility and makes others not wish to listen, adding to the dysfunction.



And speaking of dysfunction, just as I was afraid earlier this year, friendships have ended, family relations have fractured, and some of these may never recover. That is so incredibly sad to me. Why can we no longer agree to disagree and remain civil?

So, I’d rather write, but I cannot focus right now because I feel I am living inside Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tale” without the breathless lyrical beauty. And without the beauty all that is left is gallows humor and horror… I can't create under these circumstances, I need literal escape to lyrical escape!


Monday, October 17, 2016

Haunted Kitty

Halloween is coming—a small consolation in view of the political climate that permeates everything!


I’ll give you a free single, to read in one quick seating. Just to get you hankering for Halloween, you can become acquainted with The Haunted Kitty.  For a few minutes, you can cleanse your palate of the ugliness our presidential election is leaving in everybody’s mouth (on both sides). Clear your head of insults and innuendo, and outlandish promises and lies!

For your own copy, go to Smashwords.

*Available versions include PDF, Kindle and EPUB.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Heatwave is the Thing. It is Almost Everything!

Among the many things that may be said about 2016, the most hellish is we have been subjected to several heatwaves—endless days, stretching into weeks, of heat indexes in the three-digits. Heat and humidity rose to almost inhuman levels of discomfort, trying to kill us…

This has made it difficult to breathe, to move, to think! Creativity takes a back seat to the deep moan your soul lets out hoping the heat – or you – will break and make it stop.

That’s life without air conditioner. I do not recommend it.


As much as Mother Nature has tried to knock us down and leave us gasping for air like beached whales, in between “spritzing” I have tried to work on two things: learning how to manipulate images and strip them into line art, and rekindling my love of drawing.

Right now, I am just practicing drawing and doodling on my tablet. Reacquainting myself with lines and forms, etc.

Ultimately, I want to do the equivalent of an illuminated manuscript as well as a coloring book. Or ice cream, ultimately I want ice cream (that may be heatstroke speaking).


I have no topics in mind right at this moment, but this is a long run goal. The final product could be a cookbook as easily as it may be a children’s picture book.

I still have a translation to finish, a fantasy novella to edit, a collection of stories to complete. None of these things will get done as my brain is half mush. I need to save the lucid moments in between misery for paying jobs.


Of course, I’m half joking. My brain is not a slushie, it just feels that way occasionally (you know, like July and August). It does affect your motivation when you spend a better part of your day trying to find ways to cool off--your creativity is taken over by such serious choices as "put head in freezer," "shower, again?" or "more ice cream!"



All that is left for us to do is to just outlast summer, cruel and unyielding as it has been, and fall into the loving embrace of autumn as soon as it reaches us. 

That's just me, right now, how are you faring?


Saturday, July 30, 2016

The Tone of a Story is Not Written in Stone

The last few weeks I have been trying to portray what I thought would be a simple scene: a woman makes lunch for her long-lost childhood sweetheart, his wife and their daughter.


The problem is that as I write the scene and let it unravel, there is so much resentment in the room it is almost stifling! 

Having lived through similar situations (not in the details but in the aggregate), it is painful to write. You relive the horror and find yourself trying to put distance between your soul and the written page…


There is a push/pull thing going with the mother and daughter, trust issues with the husband and wife, old wounds between the man and his old friend, and the natural nervousness of entering a new situation (meeting new people and meeting your past).

The struggle is in how to write the scene so that I show the different dynamics, and how I let the narrator express what is happening without copping an attitude and taking sides. But then, the idea of an unreliable narrator that has an agenda is so much more fun!

I keep writing and have a mélange of color on the page as each version reveals itself and awaits cohesion. I don’t mind the chaos. In fact, I find it refreshing to deal with a narrator that has more gossip than journalist running through her.


As a writer, you do not want to detract from the story itself. At the same time, you want your reader to enjoy the story. I think this narrator can add color commentary that the characters cannot make themselves, and point out some ridiculous moments that happen in life but, unless you have an active inner voice, they never get called out properly.


Because a story may be worth reading if it includes the words, “And girl, you will never guess what she got caught doing in that bathroom—well, it was only cause they heard the crash and her cussin’ and taking the Lord’s name in vain!” It will always be much better than telling it with clinical detachment. 


Just as one starts to play up with the narrator, you realize the story could be funny in the telling if not in its own reality. That changes the telling and makes the process a little nuanced; and the writing that had gotten wooden and convoluted, suddenly is fresh and full of possibilities... Nothing is written in stone: changing the tone of your story does not change the events. When stuck, maybe letting the narrator set the pace might help advance the story in unexpected (and delightful) ways.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Writing When People Disappoint You

People can easily break your heart because they don’t live to meet your expectations of them. People don’t live toeing the line that you call “standards”. People do not take actions based on how it may affect you or your feelings.

People do as they feel they must – sometimes to their own detriment – and the consequences are so far down the line of things to consider that they are almost non-existent.


This is why most people get a look that screams, “Mistaken identity!” when you proclaim they have broken your heart. They have no idea how anything concerned with them and them alone could possibly affect you.

It’s not that you don’t matter; it’s that they never even considered it.

Of course, it’s easier to believe that the offender is an unfeeling bastard, an ass, or a sociopath. But every story has more than one side… Remember the old adage that for every story there is your side, their side, and the truth.


Because you ascribe great things to a person, based on the potential you see in them, does not in any way motivate their actions nor guide their conscience. Your hopes and aspirations for others do not fuel their morality or their sense of being.

The next time your heart is broken, remember this. Remember that you were barely a consideration in the outcome. It won’t hurt any less. The disappointment will not lessen. In fact, it will isolate you in your grieving…

Why remind you of this then?


People will disappoint you. Cry if you must. Feel it, but move on. You have very little to do with it, and are likely to have very little to affect a rehabilitation.

When, and if, you become a determining factor in that other person’s decision to live ethically; then be prepared to accept or decline your role (there will be expectations of you). Otherwise, it’s every man for himself.

I know it sounds stone cold bitchy! It is not. The reality is that we as a people are a community only as long as we need each other, but we live and die deep within our own skins. Giving and freely sharing of ourselves takes extraordinary efforts and most people are not willing to sacrifice their “individuality” in the pursuit of sparing hurting your feelings.  

The writer in me needs to say that one of you disappointed me. Deeply. When I write about it, it will be raw and broken and unforgiving—but it will likely be honest and heartbreaking (those two often go hand-in-hand).

Writers quilt the broken pieces of life and put together art that comforts or confronts. The love--bruises and tears and all--remains but does not affect the storytelling. The story just is.

And so, history simply repeats itself: people will disappoint you, and writers write. 


Friday, May 13, 2016

What if Political Dystopia is our Just Desserts?

Politics in America are turning into an interesting amalgamation of theater and storytelling. This particular national election cycle has elements of circus and reality television: bizarre and postmodern, apocalyptic and revolutionary…


This presidential election is both Dada and anti-Dadaist.

Clearly, logic and reason are rejected outright; and the critical prize is who can meme out a narrative that is the most entertaining or inciting.


Forget about not being in Kansas anymore. Culturally, we have broken the mold of everything we used to be and are entering a completely new ball game.

If this were happening in some tiny island in the middle of nowhere, we’d be bored with it in a day or two of itinerant coverage (“Oh those [fill in the backward culture here]!”). The problem is that we are one of the largest, wealthiest, and most powerful nations on the planet, and what happens in the USA truly affects the rest of the world.

Extrapolating the possibilities from the choices before us, in a historical context, turns out to be depressing and horrifying. On the other hand, narcotizing ourselves and letting our subconscious pick up parallels to Stephen King or other dystopian stories seems far safer.

It’s easy to ignore it when even your inner child is running around in your head, screaming, “We’re all going diiiiiie! Doomed. We’re doomed!!!”


If you step back, you can see some camps spinning their unique narrative; while others are expertly creating an intricate web for a larger (dare we say, epic) story.

Many have theorized that life is but a dream—an idiot’s dream. But this feels more like television than any dream I’ve ever had… everything happening now is the marketing for the launch of the world’s biggest reality television show ever.


I remember people being infuriated when St. Elsewhere ended their triumphant six-season run on network television by suggesting that the entire thing had been nothing but the musings trapped inside the head of a small autistic boy playing with a snow globe.

What if we’re nothing more than the musings of an anarchist stoner’s moribund dreams as he overdoses in some rat-infested dark alley somewhere?

But what if it's worse than that? What if P.T. Barnum was the Second Coming and this is the ending we all deserve?