Cat in the Corner

April 7, 2015 § 2 Comments

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April 6, 2015

I shooed him off my writing chair.

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I waved him away from my keyboard.

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Now he’s found a new place to hang out.

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In the corner of my bookcase, behind the printer, on top of the wireless router.

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I know. So pitiful.

At least I can get some writing done.

Weekend Reading: How to Be a Woman

March 30, 2015 § Leave a comment

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March 30, 2015

I checked out How to Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran because it, along with My Horizontal Life, was on Buzzfeed’s 32 Books Guaranteed to Make You Laugh Out Loud.

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I was definitely trying to contain my giggling and snorting while reading this book at the pedicure salon. Moran’s essays on such subjects as the trap women have fallen into of spending time and money on waxing and wearing inadequate underwear are painfully hilarious:

“A man may think, I have a party next week. I’d better roughly scrub my face before I tootle on out the door.

A woman, on the other hand, will call up the calendar in her head—like the midair screens in Minority Report—and start a cycle of furious planning, based around hair management.”

Um, guilty. Only I get out my scary day planner.

“A case in point: a few months ago, I was on a crowded tube with a friend of mine, who gradually grew paler and quieter until she finally leaned forward and admitted that her knickers were so skimpy, her front bottom had eaten them entirely.  . . . Clearly, this is not right. Jesus Christ. Underpants like this need to be bombed back to the Stone Age. Batman doesn’t have to put up with this shit—why should we?”

Thank you. If a pair of panties doesn’t provide ass coverage, I ain’t buying it.

And here is my favorite bit on the ludicrousness of proclaiming to not be a feminist:

“What do you think feminism IS, ladies? What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it the freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? ‘Vogue’ by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that good shit GET ON YOUR NERVES?”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

 

 

Movie Night: “Rear Window”

March 26, 2015 § Leave a comment

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March 26, 2015

My love of Rear Window began with my mom telling me about it as one of the movies she loved in her day. By the time I finally got to see it on television, it felt like I was watching it for the second time instead of the first. I never tired of re-watching it every time it aired, even on a small TV screen with numerous commercial interruptions. Thanks to the March 25 TCM Presents Rear Window event, I got to see it on the big screen, and it was magic.

No "Rear Window' movie poster, so had to make do with the "TCM Presents" marquee.

No “Rear Window’ movie poster, so had to make do with the “TCM Presents” marquee.

Foreshadowing is one of my favorite storytelling devices. In Rear Window this moment is couched in humor. When the insurance company nurse, Stella (Thelma Ritter), walks into Jeff’s (Jimmy Stewart) apartment, she says “I smell trouble.” She then proceeds to tell him how she also predicted the stock market crash because the director of General Motors had a kidney ailment. It just makes the omen of things to come that much more fun.

The Unlikely Alliance of a wheelchair bound photographer, a high society fashion model, and a down-to-earth, middle aged nurse is one of the things that makes this movie so freaking cool. That and the fact that the older nurse is happily married, and dispenses refreshing and amusing wisdom to Jeff on romance and relationships.

Which leads nicely into the Humor and Wit. Some of my favorite bits:

“I’d say she’s doing a woman’s hardest job: juggling wolves.”

“Did they have signs on their luggage saying ‘Grand Central or Bust’?”

“I can hear you now. ‘Get away from me, you perfectly wonderful woman. You’re too good for me.'”

“You know if someone came in here, they wouldn’t believe what they’d see? You and me with long faces plunged into despair because we find out a man didn’t kill his wife.”

Grace Kelly’s Ensembles – Okay, I have to mention these visually stunning outfits that the even more stunning Grace Kelly wears throughout this movie. I personally want the light green suit ensemble pictured below and the snazzy casual loafers she wears while she’s lounging and reading a Harper’s Bazaar. I love the fact that one of her dresses was so classy and feminine while giving her the freedom of movement to do the legwork that the injured Jeff wasn’t able to.

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Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly in “Rear Window”

The slow, real-world like Buildup of Suspense keeps you captivated and then it catches you by surprise. It progresses from Jeff being bored and watching the neighbors for fun to hearing something in the night and not knowing what it is to convincing his skeptical girlfriend and nurse that something is wrong at the apartment across the way. Then suddenly my friend Martha on my one side is saying “Hurry. Run! Run!” to the screen and Dia on my other side is clutching my leg and even though I’ve seen this all a dozen times I am squirming in my seat.

I have a top five list of favorite movies, but after seeing Rear Window AGAIN, and on the big screen at that, I’m going to have to add it to the list and make it my top six.

New Range

March 23, 2015 § Leave a comment

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March 23, 2015

This week, I got my new stove!

And with this, I am slowly but surely eliminating the items in my home being held together by duct tape.

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Nobody Threw a Chair at My Head

March 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

Or, Writers–so dramatic.

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March 16, 2015

So I finally saw the movie Whiplash. It is a brilliant illustration of the artistic passion that drives one to be great at something one loves at all costs.

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At Saturday’s LERA meeting, Angela James, Editorial Director of Carina Press, conducted a fabulous and informative day-long workshop. Part of the workshop included a session where Angela would read the first two pages of our respective manuscripts and give a critique. I submitted mine, since I am in the process of rewriting. This was perfect timing.

Angela pointed out some things that I am either already aware of, such as my word count–I know, I know, I have to cut the word count— or that are relatively easy fixes. The best part was that nobody in class told me my dialogue sucked and that no real person would act the way my characters were acting.

I’ve come a long way since the 9th grade.

And hey, this didn’t happen:

I’ll take the win.

Weekend Reading: Eleanor and Park

March 9, 2015 § Leave a comment

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March 9, 2015

It took me a couple of weeks to get through Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. There were so many parts in it that made me stop and stare into space. Thinking. Remembering. Feeling.

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Like when Eleanor and Park are talking about comic books and mention Dazzler and I remember “Hey! I read Dazzler comics when I was a teenager. She was one of the X-Men?”

And when Eleanor and her family go to the grocery store and her mom buys them all day-old cream horns and I’m like “Wow. I remember the super poor days of heading straight for the cheap day-old pastry section of the grocery store bakery.”

Thinking, “Hey! Wasn’t that Smiths song ‘How Soon Is Now’ the theme song for Charmed?”

Speaking of music, that line:

“There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel like everything, like the world, wasn’t what she’d thought it was. And that was a good thing. That was the greatest thing.”

Yes!

Thinking about those moments where you see someone you really like and you want to say something but so much has happened between you and things got so weird and you’re young and self-conscious and don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything. And you kind of regret it for the rest of your life.

Feeling how important it is to find just that one person to make your miserable existence bearable, that one person who brings spark and joy to your life, and the outside affirmation that you’re special and wonderful and needed. And if you don’t find that, you’re screwed.

So, yeah. A couple of weeks. Thinking. Remembering. Feeling.

Snow in the Desert

March 2, 2015 § Leave a comment

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March 2, 2015

It snowed in New Mexico Friday night.

Back door of snow

For us desert rats, it’s a big deal.

Tabletop of snow

Here is my patio table with a seven and a half inch layer of snow.

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I had almost gotten rid of my snow boots during my last garage purge.

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I’m glad I didn’t. They made tromping around the back yard so much fun!

Footprints in the snow

Poor Bird is wondering

Bird and Pig Buried

“Where’s Pig?”

Snow covered tree and sky

By late morning, the New Mexico sky had returned.

Bird and Pig Reunited

By the following afternoon, Pig had returned, too.

Cat unaffected by snow

This is how the cat feels a snow day should be spent. Or any day, for that matter.

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