A Rave: Christmas Note #4
Another video, courtesy of my friend Pat who sent it to me. I can’t embed it, so please click through. It’s by Hullabaloo Steve, who wishes you “all of the above.” As do I.
A Rave: Christmas Note #4
Another video, courtesy of my friend Pat who sent it to me. I can’t embed it, so please click through. It’s by Hullabaloo Steve, who wishes you “all of the above.” As do I.
A Rave: Christmas Note #3 — Amazing Peace
I don’t want to infringe on the copyright of this beautiful poem, so I hope you will go here http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Maya-Angelous-Amazing-Peace/2 to read it.
I wish us all moments of peace in the coming craziness of the holidays so that we’ll have the opportunity to think about what this season means to each one of us.
A Rave: Christmas note #2 — Leave a part of you behind in every place you love.
I read about this story a few months ago. A person — we know now she’s a woman — has been leaving behind lovely paper sculptures in libraries around Scotland.
Below is a link to the story, as well as one of the photos from the NPR website:
http://www.npr.org/blogs/krulwich/2011/11/29/142910393/the-library-phantom-returns
I hope you enjoy it and are inspired to consider what you leave behind in the places you visit each day. It would be nice if it was at least a smile, don’t you think?
Rave: Christmas note #1: I changed the ringtone on my text messages to this, the best Christmas song ever.
Okay, in my opinion, it’s the best Christmas song ever. And, yes I know I said the same thing in a post last year. But it’s still the best Christmas song ever. I mean, come on — Bing and Bowie? I get shivers every time I listen.
A Rave about Writing
Warning: There’s something about the topic of sex that seems to turn every other word into an innuendo. I apologize in advance for the many “no pun intended” puns in the following post.
Some people would say there’s no such thing as bad sex. I would have to disagree. However, the one thing we can all agree on is that there are many badly written sex scenes in books. And, I hate to be the one to break it to those who don’t read the genre, but the bulk (no pun intended) of this writing is not published in romance novels.
In fact, this year, one of the front runners (no pun intended) is Stephen King. I know, it’s hard (no pun intended) to believe, but it’s true. Take a gander at the contenders in this year’s competition in the following article from The Guardian: http://tinyurl.com/73o4nd6
Now, you must excuse me, I have a love scene to edit.
A Rant: Last month, on the way back from college visits, my daughter and I drove through Gettysburg. Nestled in the Pennsylvania hills and dedicated to those who fought on both sides of the Civil War, the park serves as a testament to a division in our country which nearly fractured this nation. According to the National Park Service website (http://www.nps.gov/gett/faqs.htm), there are approximately 1,328 monuments, markers and memorials in the park. And there are numerous others scattered throughout the surrounding town and countryside, including one for the only civilian casualty, Jennie Wade, who was killed while baking bread in her sister’s kitchen.
I doubt there will be any such memorials to the many civilian casualties of our current wars. Various sources put the number in Iraq as anywhere from 76,939 (Pentagon records, as stated in a New York Times article http://tinyurl.com/2v65rf3) to as high as 112,823 (from http://www.iraqbodycount.org/; both figures include Iraqi security forces.). The statistics in Afghanistan are lower, 9,759 from 2006-2010 (reported in The Guardian [http://tinyurl.com/2dexslc] and based on statistics from the United Nations http://tinyurl.com/6ynf7ea). To the Afghanistan figures you can add 1,462, the latest figure for 2011, reported by the same agency in July (http://tinyurl.com/3uneuyq).
These numbers, of course, don’t include the numerous men and women in our armed forces who have died fighting these wars, nor the ones who have returned home injured or mentally and emotionally damaged by their experiences.
The loss is great, and yet to my great shame, I find I rarely think about what’s being done a half a world away in our name. The occasional news blurb on Yahoo or in the paper may bring it to my attention but other than that, life goes on much as it always has.
It shouldn’t be this way. We are at war. How can we allow ourselves to forget that?
The answer is: because it’s easy. Very few of us have had to sacrifice anything at all. The soldiers and sailors and pilots and their crews, and yes, the civilians, have done it all for us.
And most days we barely spare them a thought.
It wasn’t always this way. During the World Wars — from what I’ve heard and read — there was a sense of common sacrifice because every citizen gave something. The country was united in its support of a goal.
Quite frankly, the United States of America isn’t united over anything these days.
But surely we can unite on this. We can all agree that we owe something to those whose lives have been irreparably damaged by the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. And we can act on that belief.
The USO (which ironically comes up just above the United States Oil Fund in an Yahoo search) runs a variety of programs to support our troops (http://www.uso.org/programs/). Or, if you prefer, the Wounded Warrior Project (http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/) provides services for injured service men and women. And the International Red Cross serves the civilians in war-torn countries (http://www.icrc.org/eng/where-we-work/middle-east/index.jsp).
Pick one. Or pick anything else that makes you think about this war — our war — and those who are in it. For this one day on this one idea, let us be united. And maybe someday we will learn again how to be united on others.
Then perhaps, on a day far into the future, all battlefields will be as lovely as Gettysburg, serving only as reminders of the horrible path we took in learning to resolve conflicts without bloodshed.
On days like these, when I think of those we’ve lost, it’s nice to think it could happen.
Rave — Ain’t she sweet?
Well, no, I’m not really. But I just got the news I might be able to participate in the clinical trial for Metformin, a drug normally used for diabetes — or “the sugar,” as my West Virginia relatives used to call the condition.
Apparently, Metformin may be able to help prevent breast cancer relapses by killing cancer stem cells. (See this article by WebMD if you’re interested in details: http://www.webmd.com/breast-cancer/news/20090914/diabetes-drug-fights-breast-cancer.)
There is also some indications that it can help with weight loss.
Heck, yeah! I’ll jump on that bandwagon! Now I just need to hope I’m put not put in the placebo group.
Rave. Or Rant. You pick.
(Not) An Overnight Sensation
I have an author friend who was an overnight sensation. She entered a contest before her book was even complete, won the competition, and had a full manuscript requested by an editor. The publisher even waited for her to finish it! She was offered a three book contract.
If she weren’t so nice, I’d have to hate her.
But lately, I’ve started to wonder if perhaps it’s a good thing to not be an overnight sensation. This is probably fortunate since it’s clear by now I’m not going to be one. Not being an immediate success is giving me time to learn more about the writing and publishing process, to develop my skills, to question whether this is even something I want to be doing.
The answer is usually a resounding — but sometimes scarcely audible — yes.
At this point, I’ve had some little successes. I’ve finaled in a few contests and received some good feedback from people who should know what they’re talking about.
On the other hand, I’ve also gotten a pretty blunt rejection from an agent, been ignored, and gotten a few form rejections.
That’s okay. It’s all part of the process. I don’t mind not being an overnight sensation, or even a sensation, as long as someday I am successful as a writer. What that means I’m still figuring out, but at this point I think it means having people I respect like my work. And, oh yeah, actually finally making some money at it.
That would be a good start, I think.
How about you? How do you define success as a writer? And would you rather be an overnight sensation?
A Rave: When you enter a writing contest, it’s a lot like going trick or treating. You dress up your story in its finest costume and send it out into the world, never knowing whether you’ll be rewarded with Butterfingers (the best candy in the world) or some no-name chocolate filled with coconut (bleah!).
I recently got the results from a contest I entered last month. I finaled, which means at this point, it’s looking like I might have hit the Butterfinger jackpot. Of course, I’m still waiting to see if I actually won, so it may be that my treat may turn out to be only a Reese’s Cup. Either way, it’s better than coconut!