Archive for June, 2011

Not totally in the mood for love

June 25, 2011

Late last year, I was coerced seduced invited to become a volunteer Board member for my local Romance Writers of America chapter. It was a pretty doggone good choice; SFA-RWA is a staggeringly fantastic group of strong women writers that I’m thrilled to be a part of. Though I’m a genre-jumper at heart (and will be until I really find my voice), I’ve found myself writing more and more romance, just to be a bit more like these awesome authors.

But I have a secret. One that came out on a date last night. I’m not totally sure I’ve ever been in love. And dude, I’m 32. That’s kinda embarrassing.

Oh, there’s been puppy love, and infatuation, and sincere like, but nothing that felt true enough or lasted long enough for me to say, “THAT. That’s love, ennit.” I’m not wholly convinced that anything different exists; what if we’re all talking about the same thing, except some folks talk it up more? Kinda like my old stoned-in-high-school conversations about color. If I say that’s blue, and you say that’s blue, how do we know we’re talking about the same blue? Your blue might be my yellow. Everything’s relative, and just because we share a language doesn’t mean I have access to the truth of your experience.

Maybe it does exist, and maybe some day it will smack me over the head with a frying pan. I’m keeping an open mind. But I refuse to fall in love just for the sake of being in love. If it ever does happen, it will be because I’ve actually found someone I actually want to give up some of my precious free time for.

Showing my lack of respect for the Heart

Also, hey, congrats NY! I may not convinced true love exists for me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll keep others from committing to it.

Strike! Strike!

June 22, 2011

This is terrifying.

When things got bad for workers in the past, we unionized. Labor conditions changed, and things got better.

Now, as inequalities are growing and the fatcats are getting fatter, what are we going to do? Unions have been gutted. Even if they weren’t growing more powerless, American people have been trained to fear them. Maybe even rightly so; how much power do unions have in a global economy? Where’s the union for professional consultants that work 80+ hours a week out of fear that that their firm will fire them for not having enough billable hours?

We need to collectively remember that businesses will operate the way businesses are supposed to: utilizing the least amount of resources, for the greatest amount of gain. That’s a logical thing, actually. They will almost always choose the miserable sap working himself to death over the healthy, happy, 40-hrs-a-week worker (even if studies show happy workers are harder workers).

But what’s the answer? If you do suddenly try to point out these inequalities, and stand up for yourself, your worst fears will come true; they probably will fire you and grab the next hungry fool in line. If the US tries to regulate, smaller companies will be forced to comply, but more and more companies will start moving the line to 3rd world countries.

Seriously, what’s the answer? This is not a proselytizing blog post. This a frustrated, clueless rant. It’s not goons and ginks and company finks that we need to be afraid of anymore; it’s the very real threat that a ‘strike’ of any kind will only exacerbate the divide between the top 1% and the rest of the cash-strapped masses. Yep, they can scare me.

What’s a poor union maid to do in the 21st century?

I still live here

June 5, 2011

Blogging serves a very specific purpose for me. It’s my kickstart. Actually, it’s more like the running-pushing-a-VW-with-a-dead-ignition-switch-then-popping-the-clutch-start. It’s my way of avoiding the fear of the blank page. Before I moved it online, I had a document titled Writing Journal, and I’d open it at the same time I opened any WIP.

Because here, it doesn’t matter, right? I can warm up my rusty engines and spew out any old thing. After that, it’s remarkably easy to flip on over to the other page. Once the car’s moving down the street, inertia just keeps it moving.

All this explains why I’ve been a little quiet recently; I’m editing. Not writing. I mean, it’s still writing, kind of, but it’s different. Very, very different. Frighteningly different. And there’s no blank page to get over. Only my own crippling fears of being unable to slap enough bandaids on this puppy to hold it together. Anyone know a kickstart for that?

In the meantime, a meme. Thank you, Paperback Writer, for this creativity-inspiring distraction.

PBW started this: “if you’re looking for something to blog about, copy the video and the list, bold the items on the list that you’re already doing, cross off the ones that don’t work for you, and star the ones you’d like to try.”

Well, allrighty then:

1. Make lists.
2. Carry a notebook everywhere.
3. Try free writing. (I mean, that’s essentially what this blog is…)
4. Get away from the computer.
5. Quit beating yourself up.*
6. Take breaks.
7. Sing in the shower. (but how does belting Mika kickstart creativity?)
8. Drink coffee.
9. Listen to new music.
10. Be open.
11. Surround yourself with creative people.
12. Get feedback.
13. Collaborate.*
14. Don’t give up.*
15. Practice, practice, practice.*
16. Allow yourself to make mistakes.
17. Go somewhere new.
18. Count your blessings.
19. Get lots of rest.*
20. Take risks.*
21. Break the rules.
22. Don’t force it.
23. Read a page of the dictionary.
24. Create a framework.*
25. Stop trying to be someone else’s perfect.
26. Got an idea? Write it down.*
27. Clean your workspace.
28. Have fun.
29. Finish something.******

Lotta bolds, so that’s good. I created a new category as well: the bold starred items are ones that I currently do, but need to constantly, repeatedly, incessantly, exhaustively, remind myself of.

And now I had to go watch that Mika video again. Singing in the shower might not kickstart anything, but that video certainly does. Definitely a guilty-pop-song-pleasure.