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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Tuesday's Top Ten: Avengers Writing Memes

Yes, this is sheer laziness. It's a busy week for me. I'm also starting a new story, so I'm spending a lot of time butt-in-chair, or feeling guilty because I'm not butt-in-chair.

So, on the heels of Avengers: Infinity War, here are my ten favorite Avengers Writing Memes. (You know without asking I haven't seen it yet. I hate theaters.)

10. Tony Stark, writing advocate:

9. Because. Reasons.

8. Like you needed more reasons.

7. But you do what you want. (Okay, this one says Studying. We can't all be writers.)

6. When he first catches you staring...

5. But then he notices you're still staring:

4. And then, because you needed a close-up:

3. And then this happens:

2. The Credible Hulk:

1. My all-time favorite writing meme, brought to you by Nick Fury:

Hit me up on FB with your favorite writing memes. Also, if you made these memes, let me know so we can worship your skillz. ^__^

Here are some extra Avengers (or just Sebastian Stan) memes, for your enjoyment:

Oh, I almost forgot. I made this one:

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Good Grief

I'm healing. I am.

But every once in awhile, I read something, or watch something, or just notice something around the house that reminds me of my old dog, and I burst into tears. 

Like this Miley Cyrus story. She and Liam went out to breakfast to celebrate her dog's life on his birthday. Granted, this is not the first birthday since his passing. It reminds me of the Highlander tradition of lighting a candle on Heather's birthday.

My dog's birthday was January 30. We remembered him by trying not to freeze to death in the cold and snow. New pup's birthday is January 11, so we celebrated his birthday, too. We don't even celebrate our own birthdays, but we get the dog a special toy and give him tons of treats on his day.

Last month, Lemur affixed the nameplate to the urn of ashes for the old dog. The urn is a little cherrywood box. It's smaller than the two boxes for our cats, which is so strange to me. The cat boxes must be fairly empty, while his must be full. He outweighed them by thirty pounds.

Lemur put his heart into the nameplate, making sure it was even and level. Watching him made me cry. The first time I saw the box on its shelf with our dog's name emblazoned on the front, I cried again. 

I am healing, but it's slow. The ache in my heart will never be completely gone. He was my baby. I know, the cats were supposed to be my kids, but they're cats. It's not the same. Nothing will ever be the same without him.

New dog is a sweetheart. I love him so much. Part of me feels guilty for getting him so soon because I'm still sad. It seems unfair to him, but I'm grateful he's here. Without him, I'd be a mess. I have grief, but it's good grief. I can recover from this. I still have love to give, and we rescued a wonderful pup.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

A Look Back

This time last year, we stopped drinking champagne for our anniversary because my body decided I can no longer tolerate even the tiniest amount of alcohol.

This time last year, I'd already bought my tickets, flight, and hotel for YaoiCon. (It's cancelled this year).
This meme's for Ro. Pretty sure you said this to me once. Including the Weakboo.
Wait. Did you make this meme?
This time last year, I was freaking out. It was four weeks to PrideFest, the same weekend as the first software launch for my work project. I was under water. I couldn't breathe. I didn't know which way was up.

This time last year, I still had tons of shit in my spare bedroom, waiting to go to PrideFest.

This time last year, I thought I was doing all right. Okay, so this blog post was a little further into May, but still. I thought I was doing all right. Worse, because I'm the only fucking person in the history of ever who thinks a two-year commitment should actually last two years, IT WAS SELF-INFLICTED STRESS.

This time last year, I cried when I left for PrideFest because I knew it was one weekend I wouldn't be able to spend with my old dog. (Thank you for hanging in there until August, buddy.)

This time last year, I didn't know what I know now. Somehow, I survived.

This time next year, I'll be peddling my own books at PrideFest. Until then...

Saturday, May 12, 2018

While the Lemur Is Away

While Lemur is away, the dog and I will catch up on our shows.

Today, I watched the first seven episodes of this season of Silicon Valley. I should have been watching Sleight, but I didn't have my notebook. What. My bestie gave me homework. I bring my A-game to bestie homework.

So. Silicon Valley. Teslas are the new smug Priuses of tomorrow.  Jiann-Yang is my hero. Big Head is still Big Head. How the kid hasn't gotten hit by a driverless car while crossing the street is beyond me. 

Jared is still my favorite character. As much as I love Gilfoyle, Jared is my spirit animal. He's just a cheerleader in a white-collared shirt. He's the savior every time Richard loses his fucking mind (or his lunch). He's also the moral compass of the show. If he were on The Walking Dead, he would have died long ago. But, then, he also says things like this...

I'm also Monica's number one fan. She does not get enough air time on the show. Maybe she'll be more present now that she's a direct employee, rather than their Venture Capitalist. And Laurie. Holy shit. Her no-nonsense robotic persona is terrifying.

I'm also going to take this time to say good riddance to T.J. Miller. I loved him on the show, and I loved him in Deadpool, but his bullshit off the set and antics behind the scenes may destroy his career. Sometimes, assholes are funny, but they're still assholes. As a person fed up with assholes in real life, it's nice that Hollywood is also beginning to listen and prevent inviting them into our homes as entertainment.

I would love to see Christopher Plummer in either franchize: Deadpool or Silicon Valley

There's only one episode left this season. Only HBO can get away with eight twenty-eight minute episodes in a season. After that, we'll be waiting for Game of Thrones in April 2019.  That gives me plenty of time to complete my bestie homework.

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

The Cocky Blog

Send me a cease and desist for this title. I dare you.

Once upon a time in Romancelandia, authors were minding their own business, writing away, when out of nowhere they received cease and desist letters from Faleena Hopkins over a trademark. She trademarked the word Cocky for use in romance series titles, as well as the specific font in which it's written.

Problem 1: She didn't have the right to issue a trademark on the font, per the font creator.

Problem 2: She didn't have the right to send cease and desist letters to authors who published before her trademark became effective.

Problem 3: She didn't have the right to ask authors to take down or retitle books with the word "Cocky" in the title if they were not series titles.

Some authors did as she said. Others' books were forced from Amazon because she also sent the letter to them (as publisher), asking the books be removed if they were not retitled.

If you received one of the letters, please contact carol.ritter@rwa.org. Per Romance Writers of America, she is gathering information from members and non-members alike.

For a full read-out, including links to legal articles on this incident, and the Twitter response from the font creator, see Courtney Milan's thread on Twitter. Jenny Trout also covered it in her blog.

For a fun parody read, someone wrote this little gem in the time it took for this scandal to break: C*cky Author (and its sequel, C*cky Neighbor). Also, Jamila Jasper changed the title of her novel, Cocky Cowboy, to this.

Faleena won't be sending me any letters. I searched for myself on Amazon today and I no longer have an Amazon author page (But here's a link to the anthology - my poem has no mention of cocky, or cock. Rare, for me.). If you received a letter and want to post a guest blog about the process, please let me know.

Moral of the story: Trademarking a word is shady as fuck. May it burn more bridges for Faleena than it ever sells books.

Instead of tearing each other down, help your fellow authors. We're all in this together, and no one author can satisfy all the readers in the world. Also, don't treat your readers like they're fucking morons. If your readers are unable to distinguish one Cocky book from another, you weren't that important, anyway.

If you had to change your title due to #cockygate, please post buy links in the comments. Few people read this blog, but at least you'll have me.