A Warning for Bloggers. One that doesn’t involve an investment opportunity from a South African company.
July 21, 2012 § 5 Comments
Best-selling romance author, Roni Loren has a post circulating the social media outlets and I thought I’d share it here as well. She was sued for using a picture on her blog and spells it all out for us here. I appreicate her helping out all the small folk.
I’m going to have to sort through all my posts and find Creative Common License pics or ones I take myself because if I’m sued for blogging I might have to start
drinking again or all the time writing by hand.
March 30, 2012 § 2 Comments
The formidable Jen Stayrook tagged me in The Lucky Seven Game.
I normally don’t play games (lie), but this sounded fun. The rules of the game are here:
- Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
- Go to line 7
- Copy down the next seven lines/sentences as they are – no cheating
- Tag 7 other authors
I went to my current manuscript just to see what I would find and was happy with page 7, line 7, and the 7 lines that followed. Typically - and this is really weird - I don’t like to talk a lot about what it is I’m writing. Unless you’re reading it for me and I want to bounce ideas off of you (that would be fun to literally do with a power ball or something) you won’t know what my story is about. I’m afraid it’ll take away from the work and idea. It’s strange, I know.
Here are my 7 lines:
Walking alongside the row of other robots girls, I traced my fingertips across their glass cases. They were what I used to be. Asleep and simple.The male robots were on the other side of the room in their holding cells. I walked to one of the Frank Models and opened his glass door. He was beautiful. If he were awake right now his eyes wouldn’t crinkle when he smiled.
I, Harley May, being of sound mind (hmmmm questionable) and body, tag the following people. And please, only play if you really, really, really want to. The last thing I want is to be a bother.
2.) Jules Archer
3.) Anne Riley
4.) Madeia Sharif
5.) Jessica Neccari
6.) Jessica Love (because who doesn’t love TWO Jessicas?)
7.) Mercedes Yardley
Again, you totally don’t have to do it, I’ve just enjoyed reading everyone’s lines and I think all the people tagged are great writers. Yup. I hope this isn’t a nuisance. If it is, I WILL BAKE YOU CHOCOLATE AND BANANA QUESADILLAS. Like these:
February 9, 2012 § 5 Comments
Friends, I have the formidable and brilliant Jules Archer as a guest today. If you aren’t familiar with her work I have two things to say. 1) You absolutely should be and 2) you inevitably will be (she’s kind of a big deal). She initially contacted me to write a post for her. I swooned. We then decided to both write a bit of flash fiction for Valentines Day with the following prompts - hospital, regret, beef jerky, and candy hearts. I’ll cut the fanfare and let her writing speak for itself.
An Ordinary Broken Heart
It’s always the same thing this time of year.
That ol’ ache in my chest. I rub the tightening. Ask the nurse to refill my prescription but she tells me to wait for the doctor.
So I sit on a hard plastic chair, under fluorescent lights. I smell the familiar antiseptic and watch the scenery.
It’s a busy night at the hospital. Token injuries like a broken leg or third degree burns pass me by on stretchers. Things get interesting when a man’s wheeled in, frowning girlfriend at his side. The nurses’ conversation at the front desk tells me he choked on a candy heart, just one of the many inconveniences of “Be Mine” Valentine’s.
Eventually, the room fills up. I stretch my legs, nearly tripping a doctor, and pick up a newspaper. I scan headlines. Riots in San Francisco, Outbreak of Chinese food poisoning downtown, state budget passed…
The nurse calls my name and I look up.
I approach the desk. “Busy night.”
She bristles. “Yes, it is.” I lean against the counter. Gives me the stink eye over the rims of her spectacles. “I remember you from last year.”
“I had better luck then.”
“Two—maybe three years back even…” Eyes narrow. “Tell me again…what’re you here for?”
I press a hand against my chest. “Broken heart of course.”
“Get out of here,” she snaps, handing me the pile of documents. “Sit down and fill these out. It’s against policy to loiter in the hallways.”
I go, stopping by the vending machine on my way back. I drop a few coins in the slot and punch random numbers to see what I get. Vending machine roulette.
I mosey back. Survey my night.
There’s a brunette sitting in the corner, knees pressed together, head in her hands. She came in, holding the hand of a guy with third degree burns. The tears in her eyes tell me not a chance.
Slumping into the nearest chair, I peel the plastic away from my meal and take a wolfish bite. The nub of meat is rubbery in my mouth as I chew.
It’s a contemplative chew. But not for long. Feeling eyes on me, I glance up. “Want a bite?” I wave the jerky stick.
The Candy Heart girl laughs. It’s coarse, telling me she smokes and drinks too much. She’s lounging across three chairs like Cleopatra, chin propped in her elbow, cigarette pack out, resting on her thigh.
Candy Heart shakes her head. “It’s all yours, man.” Sighing, she rolls her eyes. “What a way to spend Saturday night.” Regret lingers in her voice. “Hope you’re here for something better.”
I shrug. “Just filling a prescription.” I finish the beef jerky, wad up the plastic wrap and leave it underneath my chair. Gauge the situation.
“You know, I’m kind of in the mood for dessert. You have any of those…oh I don’t know…candy hearts on you?”
“Oh, go to hell,” Candy Heart says, but she laughs and holds up her middle finger. Chipped black nail polish greets me. But her smile tells me all I need to know.
“Say, I have an idea…” I stand, walk over to the girl and extend my hand. “You wanna blow this popsicle stand?”
“But what about your prescription?”
“Don’t think I’ll be needing it tonight.”
Candy Heart looks up, looks down the hall to her boyfriend’s room. Barely hesitates before taking my hand.
I smile at the scowling nurse as we wait for the elevator.
Jules’s work has appeared in Metazen, Monkeybicycle, Negative Suck, >kill author, PANK, and Northville Review. She’s currently editing a zombie novella and received a sweet ride for Christmas.
I heart Jules and all her work so hard. Please visit her website and check it out. She also does the twitter at @julesjustwrite. You can read my Valentines post with the same prompts here - A Contender Lost.
February 17, 2011 § 11 Comments
Hello friends. I’ve been blog silent lately. The biggest explanation is that my laptop crashed and burned. Most of my writing was saved and backed up, but I lost enough to be discouraged. Honestly, I haven’t had the heart to start on new things and/or come up with funny blog posts.
All is well now. New computer = organization = reinvigorated writing. Here is the shiny. I do not let the crayons distract me often.
In January, I went to my regional SCBWI conference in Miami. I roomed with the delightful Megan Rebekah and we had a blast attending all the intensives and seminars. All the speakers were phenomenal and we both left inspired. The Dragon Slayer’s Ball was a costume party and a lot of fun. I went as a fairy. Megan, Cruella Deville.
Author Alex Flinn was at the conference. Her book BEASTLY is being made into a movie out this year and I got a chance to talk to her while waiting in line to buy books. I read her book, really enjoyed it, and got to thinking about all the rights the author gives up when they sell their book to a film maker. She was very kind and approachable, so I collected my courage and basic social skills to ask her about the process.
“You know your book Beastly?” After hearing the idiocy of that sentence (did Alex Flinn know about her own book Beastly?) I decided to run with my dumbassness. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, that book you spent hours writing and editing? Someone published it? That one? You’ve heard of it?”
She laughed and went along, ”Why, yes. I have heard of my book Beastly.” (See? So kind and gracious to me, the drooling idiot)
Anyway, we talked a bit about that. Buy the book! Read it! And then go watch the movie!
Another reason for my internet silence was the very welcome visit of Tawna Fenske. One of the great things about living in Florida is that people from the cold and snowy north say things like, “So, I’ve got these free air miles I want to use and I’m planning a southern tweetup, would it be an inconvenience if I stopped by your place?”
“Are you kidding?! YOU CAN STAY FOREVER. COME VISIT AND DON’T EVER LEAVE ME!”
We had a great time! Only I could not provide her with manatees. Typically, when my family goes to the beach we see an assortment of Florida wildlife: pelicans, fish, sting rays, skates, and manatees. I assumed there would be no shortage of creatures for Tawna, but there were no manatees.
After she left, twitter and facebook friend Boudreau Freret posted this photo of a bushel of manatees from a park he visited.
Tawna, please come back. I know where the manatees were that day.
Another quick thing before I leave all you delightful blog readers, the gorgeous Carolina Valdez Miller commented on my review of Trent Reedy’s WORDS IN THE DUST. She’s great with the book reviews, so I asked if she wanted my copy of the book to read and review. She instead offered a guest slot on her Bookanista blog. So it is up here. Please go check her out. She’s great. Far too cute and ambitious for her own good.
Thank you, blog readers. I love and miss you all.
If you were going to a manatee party, what gift would you bring?
July 29, 2010 § 5 Comments
I’m excited about Sean Ferrell’s Numb. That’s probably evident. After I thought of the giveaway, I asked a few people who are more important than I am (not a hard thing to be) if they’d be willing to partipate in the giveaway, or at the very least allow me to promote the book and pictures on their blog.
I’ve got great friends because they all agreed.
Jamey Stegmaier, intelligent blogger, guy-talker, and coauthor of the non-fiction book Innovate!: How Great Companies Get Started In Terrible Times, let me post a letter I composed to Numb on his site. Thanks, Jamey!
And finally, well, I just locked Simon Larter in a closet so I could talk about how Numb has changed my family in the most literary way. Don’t feel too badly for Simon, though. He went through the post and inserted his editorial snark throughout. It’s like I was barely even there. In fact, I wasn’t (waves hand).
Most of these are funny (or I attempt to be). Let’s see, the following items are involved in all or one of the guests posts. I can’t keep them all straight:
blinged out hiking vests
my crazy love letter to Numb
Go check out these beautiful people.