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The Whisperer

19 Tuesday Aug 2014

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Climb a tree and holler!
I’m a whisperer. Not in the sense of a horse whisperer or ghost whisperer or anything like that, not even in the sense of frequenting wishing wells. I’m just a quiet, soft-spoken, reclusive sort who hates to raise her voice and is averse to pressuring people into doing something they don’t necessarily want to do.

Shameless self-promotion is not one of my strengths. That’s one of the first lessons I learned when I made the decision to see where my entrepreneurial passions would take me. I discovered that I don’t mind talking about myself when it involves a pertinent experience to illustrate a point in a conversation, but when it comes to ‘selling’ myself, that’s a horse of a different color.

I think this is where I acknowledge the pickle this particular situation has created for me.

I’m still working on my product line, so I don’t really have a “thing to sell” at the moment. I do expect that to change in the not too distant future – what I don’t expect will change is my personality.

In business, and life in general, it is too easy to just give up or wander off in a different direction when faced with obstacles. While I have been known to wander on an occasion or two, I’m not one to just throw in the towel, even when the odds are less than favorable. In fact, I am of the opinion that when life hands you lemons, you make cheesecake (the whole lemonade thing is way overdone and the market is saturated with it). So, when my” whisperer trait” was referenced not once, but twice in my SWOT analysis (weakness and threat) I didn’t roll over and give up – instead, I have identified some creative ways to make this trait work for me more than it works against me. I’m looking forward to trying them out. I’ll keep you posted.

Graffiti House

29 Sunday Jun 2014

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graffiti art

I snapped these photos last Summer while visiting with my daughter in West Texas. They pop up fairly often when I’m searching through my picture files to locate visuals for my articles. I always find myself wishing that I had snapped a few more angles and taken the time to learn the story behind the work. But it was soooo hot. I don’t like to be hot. The locals boast about the “dry heat” they have in West Texas, all I can say to that is – there’s ‘dry heat’ inside my oven as well…

It was a beautiful day, but when I got out of the car all I could think about was how quickly I could make my way to the nearest air-conditioned building. Instead, this little building caught my eye and I was compelled to endure the scorching dry heat to try to capture the images portrayed on it.

Graffiti House

Graffiti House is the name I attributed to the building when I saved the photos to my files. I have recently learned that Joey Martinez, Graffiti Artist and U.S. Marine Corps Veteran, is responsible for this mesmerizing artwork. He has depicted himself on the back, left corner of this shot holding a spray paint can. To the right, he depicts an image of a woman battling breast cancer and turning to her faith.

Day of the Dead

The theme of the installation is heavily influenced by the artist’s culture and celebration of the Day of the Dead. You can use your favorite search engine to read more about that event.

Sugar Skull Day of the Dead

Here is a link to an article I found that talks about the artist and his art. I think it’s fascinating, and I would be very interested in seeing more of his work.

aSocial Media

01 Sunday Jun 2014

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Birds on a Wire
Let me start by saying, I am one of the most asocial people I know. I don’t apologize for that, it is what it is. I just acknowledge my limitations, and utilize huge quantities of chocolate and Personality Spray™ to get by in this super-social world.

I also have a tendency to be curious, and I love the process of trying to figure out how things work. So, in spite of my little quirks, there are occasions when I feel compelled to venture outside my comfort zone to see what I can see, because, even with my contrary nature, curious minds want to know. That’s how my adventures, or perhaps I should say misadventures, in social media started.

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 Social communities have been around since the beginning of time, not that I was there mind you. They exist to satisfy that fundamental human need where we feel compelled to participate in the requisite social interaction on occasion – some on more occasions than others. Over the years, our “socialness” has evolved along a parallel that can be closely linked to the evolution of technology. The details of this evolution would make a great series of posts – for another time, and most likely, another writer.

When I finally arrived at the party, social media was already in full swing. Anybody who was somebody, or wanted to pretend, was on social media. According to all of the business gurus I consulted when I embarked on my entrepreneurial quest, I needed to hurry up and get with the program or get left behind in the social dust.

I hate to admit this, but I was more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of social media communities, and all of the clamoring voices in them. There was LinkedIn, Facebook, MySpace, Instagram, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, Google+, and dozens more. So, I took my time and considered my options.

I posted my first Tweet in December, 2012. That was well over a year ago. I don’t remember what, exactly, prompted me to select this chirpy little bird group over the others. Perhaps it was because tweeting seemed to offer the path of least resistance. Perhaps it was because this group appeared to be less intrusive. Perhaps I landed on someone’s Twitter page and something caught my eye, prompting me to drop back in on occasion just to see what random people were saying, and they were saying plenty. It took almost a year to make the decision to build my own little nest in Twitterville. Moving into a new neighborhood is a big deal.

Like so many of the things I do, and because that’s how my creative mind works, I decided to do it my way on Twitter. I was curious to see what would happen if I just posted a few tweets now and then about nothing in particular. I nearly fell over laughing when I saw that insurance commercial featuring Beatrice and her friends discussing the pictures she had posted on her wall. That is so me – doing it my way.

I’m sure my handful of Twitter followers would love to tell me, “That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of this works.” I hear you, and don’t worry, I’m not going to ‘unfriend you’ for telling the truth. Just don’t expect to see any significant change looming on the horizon.

For me, Twitter offers a way to be social on my terms, and on my schedule. If I’m in the mood, I am, if not, I’m not. Is that bad? Because I really don’t think I’m alone in this. I recall reading a tweet a while back referencing a report that 44% of Twitter accounts have never sent a tweet. It’s hard to believe there are that many people out there who are less social than I am…

A bubbly social-type once told me, “You need to get out more and make friends.” My response to that was, “I don’t make my friends, I accept them, and they accept me.” This practice has served me well in the past, I’m going to stick with it.

Meanwhile, thanks for accepting me dear Twitter friends
— what? I never said I wasn’t human, just a little asocial…

The Kindle Project

13 Tuesday May 2014

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My daughter gave me a Kindle Fire for Christmas. She said she wanted me to have a bigger screen to watch during my workouts at the gym. That was so sweet and thoughtful. She has always been that way.

But, truth be told, the little portable TV that I happened to be using at the time was fine. All I had to do was pull out the antenna for free “air TV” and tune in to watch whatever happened to be playing on the Create Channel for an hour or so.

Getting a Kindle was on my to-do list, but that was scheduled for some vague point down the line, probably when I was closer to actually publishing my own books and would need a way to preview them. But, I’m not there yet, so the sleek new Kindle languished, much like a genie in a bottle waiting for that special rub. And I continued to use my little portable TV at the gym.

I felt really bad when I saw the Kindle just sitting there day after day after day. So, I fired it up and downloaded a couple of games. What a waste.

Then, I received an offer for a free Kindle book. I like free. So I downloaded it. And then another, and another, and another. Pretty soon I realized that I had started to build a nice little library on my Kindle. And that’s when this idea hit me – for the rest of the year I would only download free books to read on my Kindle. If you’re a writer, don’t get your panties in a wad, I buy books too, I just use a different account for those purchases. Now that we have that cleared up, back to the Project.

To date, I have one-hundred sixty-nine free ebooks on my Kindle. It is an eclectic mix of whales, pirates, birds, zombies, murder, magic, humor, inspiration, crafts, medical, how-to, and how not-to. But I know these books aren’t really free, someone somewhere is eating the cost of putting this information out there. And because I don’t want to be a “taker” I decided I would offer each of the generous authors something in return. Easier said than done.

The most obvious route for giving back would be to write a review on Amazon. That was my first obstacle. Although I tried to be somewhat selective with my download choices, and only add books that appeared to be of interest to me, I quickly realized that sometimes, you get exactly what you pay for. And, because I’m not one to go out of my way to say something less than kind about someone else, I faced a dilemma. Some of the books are so poorly written that I couldn’t complete them. And some I found to be merely a farce to try to get you roped into buying an add-on “secret” that was “much too big” to actually include in the “free” book. It felt like the kind of crap you see on late-night infomercials, or one of those work from home scams that train you to do unto others what some scumbag just did to you. I actually considered warning other readers about this one, and I might still.

And then there was the rejection letter I received from Amazon when I actually submitted a review of one of the free books from my library. I enjoyed the book, but, in my opinion, it wasn’t a perfect read so I gave it 4 out of 5 stars and wrote a nice little note to that effect. I received a very polite notice thanking me for submitting a review, but it did not meet their review standards and perhaps I should consider revising it and resubmitting. Excuse me? I completed all of the technical stuff for minimum word count, subject, star rating, everything. And you’re going to tell me that MY opinion of this book doesn’t meet YOUR review standards? Which led me to another question – who is the review written for anyway – is it for the potential reader? Or for the writer? I’ll have to address this topic in another post. Let’s get back to the Project.

I don’t like to be told how I should think. So no, I didn’t revise my review for resubmission.

I decided to try another route instead. I would contact the authors directly with my feedback. They could then choose whether they wanted to publish it, consider it, or toss it. And, where warranted, I would include any typos I had found distracting during my read. Again, easier said than done.

Some authors include contact info at the end of their books and ask you to send them your feedback and corrections, others don’t. If they have asked, I will try to comply. But honestly, some of the problems are sooo big! I am hoping that if they paid a proofreader or editor, they can get their money back.

As I am nearing the midway point of this little project, I have made a few decisions as to how I will proceed. If an author has invited readers to contact them directly, I will. If the author gives no indication he/she wants to hear it, I won’t. If I have nothing good to say, I will remain quiet (except for the one case noted previously). For a few select titles, I may even include them on this site in my “About a Book” category. It has to REALLY appeal to my sensibilities to land there.

In closing, I’d like to say to all of you wonderful authors out there who offer real, well-written stories and information at no cost to the reader, thank you. I am making note of those I have enjoyed, and will make an effort to watch for future offerings that I may purchase.

Stay tuned for more on the Kindle Project.

Always Grumpy

21 Monday Apr 2014

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Always Grumpy TShirt image

So, this is my second most favorite T-Shirt. I wear it a lot. But you probably got that from the rather faded appearance. I like to think of it as a good-natured warning, and I happen to think it’s hilarious to watch people read it, and then look at me to see how I will respond to the fact that they have been staring at my grumpy torso. My smile usually throws them off a bit – I guess they aren’t expecting someone who claims to be “Always Grumpy” to have any interest in smiling. Truth is, grumps like me tend to have a rather warped sense of humor – on good days – and that makes us smile.

Last week, my daughter and I stopped by Wally World to pick up a few things on our way home. She hates grocery shopping, and occasionally talks me into tagging along with her to make the task more bearable. For her. While we were there, with me wearing my second most favorite T-Shirt, this actually happened:

I could tell the older gentleman queued at the far end of the soup aisle was taking in the message displayed on my shirt, but I pretended not to notice, making a point of avoiding eye contact by studiously reviewing the labels on items I had no intention of purchasing. There were several shoppers between us, pushing their carts along as they too eyed the various selections, prominently displayed on the shelves in an array of colors, sizes, and flavors. Like rush hour traffic on a busy city street, we slowly made our way; the carts on the left traveling down the aisle, while the carts on the right travelled up the aisle.

I skillfully maneuvered through the bumper-to-bumper traffic, finally pulling up next to him in the other lane, like two cars travelling to opposite ends of town. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tilted his head back a bit, “Where’d you get that shirt?” he demanded.

Glancing down briefly, as if to remind myself which fashion statement I had carefully selected before leaving home earlier, then looking up to meet his probing gaze, “At Disney,” I offered, not at all offended by the gruffness of his inquiry.

Adjusting his stance, he leaned forward slightly, gripping the handle of his loaded shopping cart as if it would keep him from toppling over as he endeavored to balance the dimensions of his noteworthy girth over his matchstick legs, “Do you really think that’s what you are?”

I could feel the smile quietly splitting my face into a grinning, “Of course,” while jerking my thumb in my daughter’s direction, “ask her.”

I could hear her soft affirmation coming over my right shoulder as the portly gentleman bellowed, “Me too! That’s me – a grumpy old man.” I chuckled as he continued, “I guess it comes with old age. You get old, and you get grumpy.”

“I guess so,” I lied. I knew for a fact that age wasn’t the issue. The mini-me gently nudging my shoulder was proof of that. She was over shopping. She was ready to move on. Beeeeeeep!!