See this?

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See this? Do you see this face… well, of course you don’t see my face, but if you did you would know that it is NOT a happy face, in fact it’s a face shuffling between sadness, frustration, anger, and contumacity (see Extraneous Articulations)

It is Monday – the one day a week that I get to connect with Michael via e-mail, the one day a week I get to kinda-sorta feel him with me. Yea, it’s weird, but hey, if you didn’t expect a little weird from me, you wouldn’t be reading this…

Anyways, here it is mid afternoon, and I have still not received an email from the boy.

I know, I know, there is plenty of time left to the day, there is plenty of time left for him to connect – but I don’t want to wait! I want to talk to him NOW! Dang-it!

Oh well, I suppose I really have no choice in the matter. I will just sit here and pass the time the best I can. Hopefully there is nothing wrong that is preventing him from getting on-line this week. That is really why I’m concerned – it’s the dadgum-dadgum unknown, that and I miss him, but more of that than anything.

To the world… I love you boy, I know you can’t read this, but the world can, and for a brief moment in time, someone is spreading that love just by reading this…

Back to Normal?

A lot has happened in the last couple of months. In six weeks I’ve had three major life events happen. Now that it’s over I feel like I can get back to normal – except that some ‘volunteer’ was assigned to inspect whether I’m doing a good job taking care of my brother and his money. “Clean up, get ready to talk to this guy,” I tell them. I should have known better.

When I got there, I was surprised by the mess, though they did clean up, it was still messy. On top of that, I discovered a roach problem that I didn’t know existed – amazing how much can go down the toilet in two months.

Anywho, this guy couldn’t get over the fact that my other brother had really bad teeth. ‘Uh, who are you here to inspect?’

The roaches I could understand, but seriously, as soon as I found out, we took care of it – I get it, that one was my fault. I didn’t think about it because they’ve never had roaches before. How could I know. Yea, I should have visited sooner – refer to first paragraph. I visited as soon as I had more than five minutes. Again – taken care of.

So this volunteer guy wants to put my brother in group jail, because taking away his independence is a better solution than saying ‘hey, I’ll give you a month, if it’s not taken care of I’ll take it to the judge.’ Actually, I only needed a week.

So, I face the judge to plea for my brothers’ freedom. Really, if you don’t think I’m doing right by him fine, let someone else handle his finances, but don’t take away his independence just because he needs a little help taking care of himself – it’s just not right!

Life happens at full spin

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I know it’s been a while, but fret not, I have not forgotten you… me? Who the heck do I address this to? You? Me? The nether reaches of the universe?

Anyways, I deviate…

Life has hit me with a book launch, a send off, and a wedding, all within six weeks of each other – talk about no time to think.

Neglect of my many social media sites, and the desire to shove… uh… present my book to the whole world, weighs heavy on my mind, so I want to just post a blurb to say that I am still here, and once the joyous couple is nuptualized and tucked away into their own private oblivion, I will be able to dedicate my life once more to doing what I love. Oh the thought of thinking about what I want to think about… the idea is simply intoxicating…

Anyways, back to the grind…

Rest assured the earth will cease its chaotic spin and the world will return to its normal unhurried pace – thank the light that shines in the heavens above!

What’s going on!

Whew! I guess we never really know what’s gonna happen when we venture into uncharted territory.

Our ideas, dreams, expectations, and sometimes or ideals get tangled up as we struggle through the final phases of our trek.

Easy beginnings usually make for the most difficult endings, however, that’s not always the case.

For me, writing is as natural as breathing. I’ve always been good at it – so I’ve been told, they’re my stories, so I can’t tell how they would be to some one else. It’s always a thrill when someone likes my mental conjuring, but I don’t really take stock in it; opinions are as fickle and trustworthy as the wind.

So, finally, I share a particular story with a friend – “You should publish this!” I am told.

‘Okay…’ I consider ‘…how do I get published?’

So I start Googling, and reading, and subscribing, and searching, and finally submitting.

It’s not an easy, or a promising endeavor. You gotta be prepared to get your feelings hurt, I mean, some people in the publishing world are NOT NICE!

However, other people are. Also, plan on spending some serious dollars to get your manuscript ready – and that’s before being accepted.

After money spent, a lot of time shoved into the nether world, emotions frazzled, energy lost, and everyone I’ve ever known exhausted by my endless pursuit, I put my precious manuscript in the closet with all the other stories, tales, poems, and other mischievous secrets that are hidden from the eyes of the universe; story told, life in the bilges, hanging on, screaming that it wants to live a little longer – ‘don’t worry’ I whisper soothingly, ‘I’ll come back for you when I make it big, then people will want to know you, then people will learn of your magnificence.’ I then work on the next life that my mind has invoked for me to live – and it’s a good one, I mean, it’s really, really good.

So I excitedly start searching, and researching, and listing, and formatting, and writing, and typing… and someone wants to read the ‘other’ book, you know, the one I already put away. “Sure,” I say, perhaps a little too enthusiastically…

And, WHAM – I’m suddenly a published author – dream achieved! But wait! What, what is this you are telling me? I’m a… a public figure? You mean I have to …talk to people?

Okay, seriously, I knew I would have to talk to people, I’m not stupid… not really. But I figured I’d be hiding behind a desk and a pen while talking to people who hang on my every word because they don’t care what I say as long as I write another book – hey, I’m okay with that!

But NOOOOOOOO, that’s not what’s expected of me. I must wear… clothes, and not just jeans and t-shirt clothes, I mean, go to the store, pants that match the shirt, with shoes that match everything, and the hair, and the nails, and the… Awe heck, you mean I gotta be a GIRL! Yea, I know I’m a girl, OF COURSE I KNOW I’M A GIRL! That’s not the issue, I’m so okay with being a girl as long as I don’t gotta act like one – ew, they’re so… girly. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a woman, and I enjoy men… I so enjoy men (when they’re not being stupid).

Not only that, but I gotta get up and read – in front of people (thank goodness I’m reading something I like – that’s all I got to say about that one!) And I gotta talk to everyone, and give interviews and, and, interact with… strangers!

Yeah, we really don’t know what we’re getting into when we start a new adventure, I mean, even when we have a pretty good idea… even when we do know what we’re up against… until you’re actually living it, you don’t honestly know it.

Just saying…

Fear has found me once again. As I forward copies of my treasured ‘Fate’ for reviews, I realize that I’m afraid. “Why?” I ask. I know the story is good, I am reassured at every pass how good it is. I speak of my shortcomings without the intent of easing my insecurities, I only need to express my feelings, to lay them out, to tell myself that I am the same person I was before my publisher told me he wanted to print my book.

I relish the emotion, the feelings I had, but as overjoyed as my feelings are, they are undermined by my insecurities stemmed from a life-time of feeling that ‘I’m not good enough’. These are but demons hiding in the id, surfacing long enough to reassure me that I am as human today as I was yesterday; reassuring me that I am still awed by the fact that someone read my imaginings and thought it was good enough to invest their time, effort, and money to produce.

As nerve-wracking as the insecurities are, I welcome them without embracing them. I know that there will be people that don’t like what I write, and that’s okay, because, regardless of how many hate it, there is that one person that thought it was worth it, and that is a wonderful feeling-even if it’s only one person, one fellow writer made my life awesome, right here, right now, my life is awesome-because of one person.

But it’s the people who have faith in a story they’ve never read. Who’ll read the story just because I wrote it, who make my life amazing. Even if they hate the story, the fact that they are as excited as I am about being published-though I really hope they like it-it is enough.

Blessed art thou…

I normally try to stay neutral with my web posting, not because I don’t believe in God, and certainly not because I have no faith in what I believe, but out of respect for all of my readers; now and in the future. However, at this time, I feel it necessary to make the one and only comment that regards God.
Through this whole process of writing, rewriting, editing, submitting, rewriting, re-editing, and re-submitting, and finally, finding a publisher who liked my writing so much that he decided to put my story in print; I am amazed about the sheer number of people who have come forward to show their support, not only for me, but for Michael, who is preparing to leave an a two-year service mission for our church, and Lorelei, soon to be married to a man we both believe to be her soul-mate.
Although life has hit me with a triple whammy, it’s not three strikes it has hit me with, but three home-runs! It can’t have been better planned if I’d planned it myself.
 Thank-you to my family and friends; without whom I would not have had the courage to send my ramblings out to the universe; I would especially like to take this moment to thank to my Heavenly Father and His son, my Savior, Jesus Christ, who carries me through the harsh realities and sets me to soar through the heavens. I must be one of the most blessed people alive!

What the Cloud is it?

When I was a kid there were three basic types of clouds with all clouds falling into a combination of those three:

Cirrus, stratus, and cumulus. Throw in a Alto and a Nimbus, plus a combination of the three clouds together, and you got all the clouds you ever thought you needed. It is all shown in a handy, dandy power point from Professor Nenes who teaches at the School of Chemical & Biomolecular Engineering at Georgia Institute of Technology. Simple, basic cloud fun… but NOOOOOOO!

Today, according to Twisted Sifter you have the basic clouds, plus fifteen more (count them – you have to use your fingers and toes for this one!)

I have to admit, they are pretty spectacular, which is why I’m using them in this post. I’ll just be posting the bits and pieces I like on this page. For the complete description you’ll need to click on the link to the Twisted Sifter web page above. I must note that, like me, Wikipedia is a favored information source – you go!

  1. Lenticular clouds, (Photograph by Coconino National Forest) obviously named for their lens-shaped. Although they can be separated into three of our basic clouds as outlined by Professer Nenes, They have much cooler names. They’ve also been accused of being the cause of Unidentified Flying Object (UFO) sightings.

  1. 2.      Undulatus asperatus clouds, (Photograph by brainiak005 on Reddit) which translates more or less as roughened or agitated waves, really? Couldn’t they be called undulates because they seem to undulate across the sky?

  1. 3.      Night clouds or noctilucent clouds, (Photograph by Martin Koitmae) made of crystals of ice and form under very restrictive conditions. What’s super cool – heh, heh, I made a pun… – is that they are a recent discovery and no one really understands how they’re formed, only that you can only see them 50-70 degrees from the equator (north and south), and when the sunlight hits them from below the horizon. How cool is that?

  1. 4.      A fallstreak hole, (Photograph by H. Raab) is a large circular gap that can appear in cirrocumulus or altocumulus clouds, believed to be a jet passing through disrupting in the stability of the cloud layer inducing the domino process of evaporation which creates the hole. They too are often mistaken for or attributed to unidentified flying objects. Who knows, maybe someone out there knows something…

  1. 5.      Mammatocumulus clouds, or mammatus,  – mentioned on a previous post – (Photograph by Matt Saal) are pouches hanging beneath the base of a several types of clouds including cumulonimbus, altocumulus, altostratus, stratocumulus, and cirrus. They are mostly associated with anvil clouds and can also be found under clouds formed by volcanic ash. If anyone knows anything about Latin, you can figure out where they got the name mammatus from.

  1. 6.      A wave cloud, (Photograph by NASA Satellite Image) they form at the cooled crests of waves as air flows over raised land ranges such as mountains. As air travels through the wave, it lifts and descends and if there’s enough moisture in the atmosphere clouds will form at the cooled crests of these waves, as the wave descends warm air evaporate part of the clouds. The base on the leeward side is higher than on the windward side, creating the wave pattern.

  1. 7.      Cloud iridescence, (Photograph by Esther Havens (Light the World)) is a fairly uncommon phenomenon, most often observed in altocumulus, cirrocumulus and lenticular clouds, and very rarely in Cirrus clouds caused by small water droplets or small ice crystals of similar size, their cumulative effect takes on the structured form of a corona, a central bright disk around the sun or moon surrounded by one or more colored rings. This, I think, is the coolest of all the clouds put together!

  1. 8.      A Roll cloud, (Photograph by Capt. Andreas M. van der Wurff ) a low, horizontal, tube-shaped, and relatively rare type of arcus cloud (a low, horizontal cloud formation). A solitary wave called a soliton has a single crest and moves without changing speed or shape which appears to be “rolling” about a horizontal axis. Probably the easiest explanation so far…

  1. 9.      A shelf cloud, (Photograph by John Kerstholt) is a low, horizontal, wedge-shaped arcus cloud attached to the base of the parent cloud, usually a thunderstorm. The leading (outer) part of the shelf cloud raises up, while the underside appears turbulent. Cool air sinks and out across the land surface cutting under warm air being drawn into the storm’s updraft. The lower air cools and lifts the warm moist air; water condenses, creating a cloud which rolls with the different winds.

  1. 10.  A pyrocumulus, or fire cloud, (Photograph by Gayle Jones) is a dense cumuliform cloud associated with fire or volcanic activity produced by the intense heating of the air from the surface causing the air to rise. Volcanic eruptions, forest fires, and occasionally industrial activities can induce formation of this cloud. The detonation of a nuclear weapon in the atmosphere will also produce a pyrocumulus in the form of a mushroom cloud which is made by the same mechanism.

  1. 11.  A Foehn gap, or wave window, (Photograph by Dhaluza) if there is sufficient and cool air in the atmosphere form specific cloud formations called lee waves, or standing waves and the rotor; though the site doesn’t explain what the rotor is. These clouds do not move downwind as clouds usually do, but remain fixed in position relative to the obstruction that forms them. Compressed air in the center of each wave evaporates the cumulus or stratus clouds creating a window.

  1. 12.  An actinoform or actiniform cloud, (Photograph by NASA) Okay, these are the second coolest cloud, in my opinion… a collection of low clouds form a radial structure. They can spread 190 miles (I’m American, I use American measurements) across so are normally only seen in a satellite image. They are shallow, and would be classified as stratocumulus clouds by an observer on the ground.

  1. 13.  Polar stratospheric clouds, (Photograph by Alan Light) also known as nacreous clouds, are implicated in the formation of ozone holes; because they catalyze ozone destruction, and increase ozone destruction. The dry stratosphere rarely allows clouds to form. However, in the extreme cold of the polar winter clouds of different types may form and are classified according to their physical state and chemical composition.

  1. 14.  A pileus, also called scarf cloud or cap cloud, (Photograph by NASA) is a small, horizontal, altostratus cloud appearing above a cumulus or cumulonimbus cloud. Formed by strong updrafts in the moist air at lower altitudes, they cause the air to cool giving the parent cloud a “hoodie.” They can also form above some mushroom clouds of high-yield nuclear detonations; in that context they are called ice caps.

 

And finally!!!

  1. 15.  The Morning Glory cloud, (Photograph by Mick Petroff) are Roll clouds that can be up to 620 miles long, 1 to 2 0.62 to 1.2 miles high, 330 to 660 feet above the ground and can move at speeds up to 37 miles per hour. Sometimes there is only one cloud, sometimes there are up to eight consecutive clouds.

 

I hope you enjoyed this information as much as I did. Who knew, besides meteorologists, that clouds could be more than fluffy cotton balls creating patterns across the open field of blue? Their majesty rules the ceiling of our world and the inner reaches of our imagination. I love clouds from the light fluffy cotton balls to the black angry storm clouds. They not only incite the imagination, but inform or forewarn us of the day, or night, ahead.

Too many words, too little time…

A new word for Extraneous Articulations-

While perusing my twitter account, which is what I’m supposed to do now that I’m a published author. I am finding that ambiguity is meaningless in the world of publication. You want your face out there and loved so that everyone will want to read and buy, don’t forget the buying part, for that is how an author gains the privilege of living by what they love. No longer do you write for the love of seeing your thoughts and characters take form on a piece of paper, or in modern terms, the computer screen… it’s about selling and getting and giving of your soul to gain the public’s trust enough to part from their dollars which are representations of the pieces of their soul that they have given up in the form of employment.

Wow, am I becoming a little cynical? Maybe. I have become part of the social media crowd that I have disdained for so long. Check out my Blog… follow me on Twitter… I have a new Facebook page… I feel as though I am five again pleading for the attention of the adults around who have better things to do in their self-absorbed lives than to listen to the attention-getting attempts of a rambunctious child.

Please don’t do that… My childhood was as pleasant as the next person’s thank-you-very-much. My parents worked hard to get me what I needed; I love and cherish my memories of them. It is society that cheated me out of a functional childhood, not my family. Bullies and assumptive teachers who taught me that the world is a place to be shunned, not a place to be part of… but I ramble and get away from myself…

While perusing my new Twitter follower… yes, I do have a few, surprise, surprise!

I was reading through a review He wrote for Bookslut and was absolutely flabbergasted by the sheer cognicity (a made up form of cognizant-not a real word) of his written opinion. It was a review for the book Rebellion by Joseph Roth; I found myself wanting to read about Andreas Pum and his judgmental donkey, even though I avoid books about reality like the plague, it doesn’t mean I don’t read them, by-the-way, it just means that I’d rather read a book, where I can get lost in the ethereal reaches of my imagination; where I can escape the world and what being a part of the world really means. I loved his review and his cynicism about acting and compassion and, well…

Anyways; first, I stumbled across the word solemnity, and though I had a general knowledge of its meaning, I looked it up because I like to know the whole meaning, and not just what I think, even when my thinking is correct.

And second, I decided that I do not ever want Nicholas Vajifdar to review any of my books. I would never place myself in league with the great author’s; I’m only a humble writer, putting my imagination to the written word. Have mercy, please!

Surrealism

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Whew! Each moment, every day, as I creep closer to publishity, my world is slowly becoming something unreal. Thoughts of launch dates and signing parties loom in my mind and I wonder ‘what have I gotten myself into?’

My life of near obscurity is coming to a close, a new life peeks over the horizon and I have to wonder if that’s what I really want when all I thought about was sending by baby out for the world to see, read, love, hate, criticize, praise, applaud, throw away…

I really had no clue what would happen, does anyone really? Their first time around?

Luckily I have a great support team; a great publisher, a soon to be great publicist, and a lot of family, friends, and coworkers who are willing to buoy me every step of the way. What can I say?

“Okay, okay, show me the door. I’ll dash into the fresh air outside, show my face to the sun, and let the world know who I am.”

Market? Me?

Okeeday! I talked to my editor today, I know, it should have been Saturday, but I do have a day… er, night job, seein’ as how I don’t make megabucks as an author yet. Anywho, Sean asked “So, how do you want to market your book?”

First; I was paraphrasing.

Second; Me? Market? Really, I’m the one who does that? Oy, I am in a world of hurt…

My brain went into overdrive for a moment as Sean politely continued our conversation without me.

Finally I had to halt everything. “Do I need an agent?” I asked timidly, but that didn’t sound quite right as he offered to set me up with someone to talk to.

Once my brain kick-started, yep, offer to turn me over to a stranger for help… that really pushes my ‘I’m independent of all logical necessities’ button, and my brain will rev up to overdrive trying to figure out a way to keep from looking like a total ignoramus in front of a stranger, or anyone for that matter; even though the shoe fits rather nicely in this case—but you didn’t hear that from me…

Alright then, “Tell me what to do and I will do whatever it takes,” I told Sean

Third, there is no ‘What to do to market your book’ list. But Sean offered to send me some suggestions and insights on the matter, since he and his wife, both published author’s themselves, have been in the same shoes as I. I plan to outgrow them very quickly.

Last, this is by no means going to deter me. Everyone knows, or should know how much I love Google, the information highway. Tonight I will be driving down the Google freeway at top speed, creating my own book-marketing to-do list. Fun, fun, fun!

And here I thought book authoring ended with getting said book published, as it turns out, it’s just the beginning of a long uphill road. Luckily I have a 5.8L supercharged 4-V V8 engine to get me up the hill. (Yes, that is the engine of my dream car.)