Thursday, 1 February 2018

Random Thoughts 2018-01

I have boys. When they were born, I was a tiny bit relieved that they were boys simply because at the time I was not and never had been a girly girl, and girls scared me with all of the girly-girl stuff and the teenage hormones.
Then I hit 40, turned a bit more girly-girl, and wouldn't mind doing some of the girly-girl stuff (as long as it's not brain-cell killing) with a daughter.
But I have boys.
I also have a steady stream of pee all over my bathroom. Because pee shooting straight out from your penis to the back of the toilet is really funny. Apparently.

I baked those boys some cookies, and when I was putting the sugar bag back up on the top shelf, it tipped over and started spilling. A good portion landed in my bra, and two hours later it's still driving me crazy, which is making me question all of those sex-on-the-beach scenes. I mean really, who are they kidding? Never going to happen and be a good time.

I hate being sick. Nothing gets done. But those drug-induced dreams would make for a great fantasy novel.

Monday, 15 January 2018

BMBR: Penny Reid's "Bearded" Series

Lately I've been trying to read real books instead of e-books, so I started Game of Thrones. Loving it, and I don't feel as guilty taking it in to the tub with me as I do my phone.

One day between Christmas and New Year's, however, I decided to not ignore my daily BookBub email.

I downloaded Truth or Beard. And, then I kept going because the books were awesome. Laughed out loud. A lot. I've read all of the Beards that have been published to date.

(Synopsis of all: Bearded Brothers (7? of them) all get their own romance story. They also have one sister. She doesn't have a beard.)

And then in one of the more recent ones, the heroine's brother and his girlfriend come to visit, and I'm thinking, these people are familiar. And wouldn't you know it, yep, I have their story, which is #1 in the Knitting in the City series by the same author. I LOVED that one! (Neanderthal Seeks Human)

It turns out that the Bearded Brothers' sister's love story is #4 of the Knitting series, and #0.5 of the Bearded series, so I re-read the first of the Knitting, and the 2nd, which I also had.

I don't know why I stopped reading the Knitting. Maybe it had to something to do with the price tag. I have a vague memory of feeling a bit meh about the enjoyment vs. price ratio of book #2 (book #1 was free, so, worth it!).

But after reading all of the Beards, and maybe because a lot of stuff has been going on in life lately (can we say "avoidance"?), and maybe because I got an Amazon gift card in my stocking, I just kept clicking that pesky orange button to buy with 1 single click.

I might be a bit sorry when I look at my credit card later, but not that sorry. I've enjoyed myself. And I've successfully procrastinated on at least three projects. Yay, me!

Bottom line: I found the Beards to be worth their $7.99 tags, but if I hadn't been in avoidance mode, I would have balked at it. $6-7 would feel much better. Knitting, well, like I said, procrastination seemed to be a NY Resolution for me, so I did it, but those ones I'd say would be a good $5-6 book.


Tuesday, 12 September 2017

BMBR: A Quest of Heroes by Morgan Rice

I think this was a Kindle freebie.

The youngest of four, and who is considered just a shepherd, wiggles his determined way in to the King's Legion, and is embroiled in royal plots and counter-plots. discovers that he has powers, and proves himself to be a hero.

As I was reading it, I thought that the writing was okay, if not a bit lacking in sophistication, and I think I even super-sped-read a few sections. And then part way through it I picked up a real book - The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski and found some real writing.

Bottom line: The Quest was all right for a quick read, and there are sixteen more books in the series, so Morgan must be doing something right, but I don't think I'd pay more than a couple bucks an e-book, and I don't have a burning desire to read them all, but it didn't make me feel like I'd completely wasted my time, either, which lately is high marks.

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

WWW: A Houseplant is Dying. Tell it Why it Needs to Live

It has been a while (understatement of the period of time since my last post), and it's Wednesday, so here is the Wednesday Writer's Workshop.

(To refresh your memory:
I found a book called 642 Things to Write About by the San Francisco Writers' Grotto.
I bought it in either February 4th or April 2nd, 2015. The receipt's still in it. I think I've looked at it every now and then, and probably thought, "these might be good writing exercises." At least someone else would be coming up with the ideas.
642 things. One thing a week. That would only take - -no that can't be right - 12.35 years?)

So, on with today's topic (#3 on page 1), Convince your Houseplant to Live:

You are the orchid that my late grandmother gave me for my birthday, and if you die, my mother will cry.

Hey there little buddy! I see that you are, at this fragile moment in time, contemplating giving up on yourself. Dude, it's not so bad. You can do it. You can grow. Here's a little water; boy you look thirsty. Yeah, drink up, dude. Here's a bit more soil, too. Some new stuff, so that you can get some vitamins. That'll help you feel better. Vitamins always help me fell better. 
Yeah, there you go little dude. See, if you live, I'll have someone to talk to everyday. Oh sure, the cat's looking at us with that "that plant is not a person", but I think he's just a bit jealous because I'm talking to you and not to him. I tried talking to him earlier, but he gave me the cold shoulder, so whatever, dude.
Anyway, I know that sometimes continuing on with life can seem a bit futile, but I promise you Little Fella, that if you live, and keep growing, you'll be able to help that old lady across the street, man. Maybe we'll bake you up in some brownies; she likes chocolate. 
Whoa, pretend you didn't hear the part about being baked, Dude. I won't bake you. Nah, just grow and be strong.
Later, little guy.

Friday, 3 February 2017


Holy f£ck Riverdale got hot in modern times!

As in Archie and Betty and Veronica.

Or something.

New series on Netflix, and I'm not even through an episode yet, but so far beaucoup de sex, murder, and bitchy teen girls.

And some Luke Perry.

But . . . I can honestly say that curiosity killed the brain cells.

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

BMBR: Whispering Hills of Love by Dorothy Wiley

In honour of the last Monday's Muse, it's a Western. Ish. I think they get as far as Kentucky.

Anyhoo, I've made it to 24%. And I'm stopping there.

It's not horrible. It's not that badly written. (Girl gets raped and attacked, and saved by 2 brothers. She goes with them and falls in love with one of her rescuers, but due to some classic romance-novel-requisite mis-/lack of communication, blah blah blah, she starts to go back to Virginia with her drunk father (who has just found her).) It may even be readable, and as a free e-book, I probably could do it, but I have so much better on my Kindle right now, and no time to read any of it, so I'm going to cull it.

Bottom line: it may just not be what I'm in the mood for, but it's not quite good enough to keep me interested regardless. I'm not sure what it needs, though. While it's not dumb, it could have better conversation.

Bottom bottom line: it was free, and if you just want to chill mindlessly, that's probably an okay read for you.

I sound harsher than I may need to be, but at 10:30 at night I'm not going to analyse myself too much.

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

Monday's Muse 2017-01-03

Not quite Monday, but technically yesterday was a holiday. Not that I'm getting paid for this, so really, I have to ask, a holiday from what, exactly?


Apparently if you want to write a book about a Wild West Mail Order Bride, you have to make everyone really dumb. It was a simpler time, so people talked in a simpler manner, which means that their vocabulary was really tiny, and for Gosh Darn Sake's, don't use any big words 'cause no one will understand them, and it should not matter whether the person's talkin' or thinkin'; even the thoughts have to be dumb. Simpler times = dumb. And stupid. And even the edercated have to talk dumb, like, so that the reg'lar folks ken understands 'em.

Somebody give me a frickin' 6-shooter.