Archive for January, 2011

Some of the first peach blossoms of the year:

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The first baby peaches of the year:

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Yes, positive signs. Story revised & ready for sending, Chapter1 finished and posted to OWW, Chapter2 1/3 done. Feels so damned good. 14 Jan

The tortilla chips however are chewy not crispy. One cannot expect miracles from cafeteria food. 14 Jan

Sat outside on patio last night with a beer & noticed the peach tree loaded with buds. 2 early blossoms had already produced tiny peachlets. 14 Jan

Chocolate chocolate chip muffins: I live for you. 14 Jan

The good, the bad, and the ugly, except without good. 13 Jan

After misreading headlines all morning, I think I’ll leave work now to take my elderly mother to a doctor’s appointment. 13 Jan

Positive signs of life: I’ve started writing again this wk for the 1st time since November. I hope Life settles down enough to continue. 12 Jan

Happy 101st birthday to Luise Rainer. 12 Jan

Random quote of the day:

“Research indicates that a doctor’s confident attitude assists in the healing process.  Thus for a therapist to be maximally effective, he must believe in his method, but if a technique is objectively worthless, the therapist must fool himself before he can help his patient.  Deception and self-deception are at the heart of the psychotherapeutic process.”

—George P. Hansen, The Trickster and the Paranormal

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Random quote of the day:

“It becomes impossible to encounter either science fiction or occultism and remain indifferent to them, unless one is shielded by some other strong belief.”

—Nachman Ben-Yehuda, Deviance and Moral Boundaries

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Those of you who have been reading my Livejournal blog for awhile may remember this story, but as it’s mysterious and happened to me, I thought it worth posting again.

In June of 2005 I decided to visit Woodlawn Cemetery on 14th and Pico in Santa Monica, California. Not a huge cemetery, surrounded by urban blight on three of its four sides and a junior college on the fourth, but a beautiful place inside the grounds.  A number of old, gnarled, and interesting trees are scattered throughout the graveyard, and since it was established in the nineteenth century it has a wide range of dates on the headstones.

I’ve liked walking through cemeteries since I was quite young (morbid child that I am), and I’d been to Woodlawn often back in the day.  I also used it in one of my novels (Shivery Bones), dredged up from memory.  I decided to return to see if my memory had gotten things right, and also to take some pictures with my (then) new camera. Because the sun was so bright, the sky so blue, the trees so plentiful, I got lots of shadow-and-light shots. The headstones held many poignant stories, too—heartbreak and mysteries, brief lives, some nearly a century old. I doubt anyone knows the story behind the words on those stones anymore, probably not even the folks who keep the cemetery records.

One story that has always intrigued me centers around two small markers over by the western fence (but on this picture you’ll have to click on the picture and go to Photobucket to see the full picture because WordPress keeps cutting it off):

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No dates, no other graves nearby, just these two little headstones. My imagination has always roamed a great deal over what story might lie behind the starkness of these two little markers.

The next night as I went through the pictures, I discovered another little mystery. I like to view all the pictures in super blow up, quadrant by quadrant. Partly that’s because sometimes a piece of a photo will be more interesting than the entire shot; partly because I like to look for anomalies. My favorite shot of the set was a shadow and light picture of a child’s grave. And that was the beginning of the mystery:

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The small mystery…
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Random quote of the day:

“Don’t always follow the crowd, because nobody goes there anymore.  It’s too crowded.”

—Yogi Berra, commencement speech, Montclair State University, 1996

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Finally finished The Historian last night. Loved 99.9% of it. I won’t know what to do with myself when I have no more to read tonight. 11 Jan

When did Dread become my middle name? 11 Jan

NameRedacted @pj_thompson I hope it’s not official. The Peej is so much more fun to say than The Peed. 11 Jan

OtherNameRedacted @NameRedacted @pj_thompson HAHAHA she has a point, Peej. 11 Jan

@NameRedacted @OtherNameRedacted rofl – The Peed may have just wet herself. 11 Jan

Now the dryer’s gone out. Fortunately we have a great appliance guy who promptly fixed it and only charged $40. All hail Solis Appliances! 11 Jan

The rooter guy is on the way. I’m hoping this won’t cost us a second mortgage. 10 Jan

But I do love the sound of gurgling and backing up plumbing in the morning. Fortunately, everything eventually settled down. 10 Jan

So far the second new microwave hasn’t started rattling and overheating. Tried ultimate test last night: Stouffer’s lasagna family size. 10 Jan

This is my placeholder tweet. 9 Jan

Random quote of the day:

“A truthful courtesan is as rare as a square egg.”

—Japanese proverb

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

To actually participate in this poll, you can go to my Livejournal blog.

Are writers always selling somebody out, telling the family secrets and passing it off as fiction, portraying someone they’ve known as a jerk to get revenge, or otherwise Spilling the Beans?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Spilling the beans.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Are writers always selling somebody out?

● I think that’s more true of literary fiction than genre fiction.
● Sure. Writers always have hidden agendas. They just tell people it’s all made up.
● No. It’s all just fiction, part of the creative process.
● Too much personal history in fiction is so transparent no one will buy it/want to read it.
● Unless you make it really salacious and it’s well-written.
● Or just really salacious sometimes.
● Sometimes it’s disguised personal business, sometimes it’s all made up.
● Good fiction always has a grain of truth in it so people can relate to it.
● But the art in fiction comes in making it universal rather than deeply personal.
● Whether it’s personal or not most readers assume it’s personal.
● Ticky never did mind about the little things.
● Other.

Random quote of the day:

“That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.”

—Joan Didion, preface to Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays of Joan Didion


Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.