tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34827141056079399052024-03-13T14:04:27.021+01:00AnnaLund2011AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-88526863323389486752016-01-13T10:53:00.000+01:002016-01-13T10:56:11.762+01:00David Bowie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been inundated with an inexplicable grief by his passing, and I have tried to understand why.<br />
I have read a thousand people's words and feelings, and they have all resonated within me.<br />
But what has emerged, in my mind's eye, is that there are fundamentally two different ways to have experienced Bowie—the one not being better than the other, just different.<br />
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The younger ones among us all connect him with a movie, a video, a performance. Like Labyrinth's Jareth. Or the strangely made-up and white-faced puppet of Ashes to Ashes.<br />
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Us older fans? We remember the smell of the cover of Pin-Ups and Hunky Dory, as we put the needle down, time and time again, from the beginning of Song 1, until Side A had been memorized, and it was time for Side B.<br />
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I remember lying on my teenage floor, crying for no other reason than being a teen, and listening to the sad sad saxophone notes, speaking straight into my heart.<br />
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MTV kind of killed the egocentric music-experience I was used to having. So I stopped watching music videos all together, and kept listening in my car instead.
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For me, there is purification and release of pain while driving alone in your car with the music up so loud it shatters all your inner monologue.
Now, my friends, I am done mourning David Bowie.<br />
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Now, I shall go on and celebrate life.<br />
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Thank you all.
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1. <a href="http://booklikes.com/slaying-isidore-s-dragons-c-kennedy/book,13103953" target="_blank">Slaying Isidore’s Dragons, by C. Kennedy</a><br />
<em>What a ride! What an amazing story. I’m still reeling. And so full of hope, for the future, for the future of these boys, all our boys.</em><br />
<em>And then there is the momentous message to abuse victims and survivors that there is a future, also for them. That there is hope for sunshine and love, in all our futures.</em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1139220/arc-review-slaying-isidore-s-dragons-by-c-kennedy" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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2. <a href="http://booklikes.com/a-solitary-man-shira-anthony-aisling-mancy/book,13522466" target="_blank">A Solitary Man, by Shira Anthony and Aisling Mancy</a><br />
<em>This story just speeds off from page one, running, dashing, skipping, and jumping obstacles. </em><br />
<em>It is a rush and a half—this storyline grabbed me by the collar, shook me to the core, made me scream, rave, laugh, rejoice. </em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1276414/arc-review-a-solitary-man-by-shira-anthony-and-aisling-mancy" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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3. <a href="http://booklikes.com/home-and-away-samantha-wayland/book,13506158" target="_blank">Home and Away, by Samantha Wayland</a><br />
<em>What a little gem this turned out to be. Hockey players, a cute British gentleman, fun neighbors, and lots of cuddly times. </em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1245693/book-review-home-and-away-by-samantha-wayland" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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4. <a href="http://booklikes.com/silver-scars-posy-roberts/book,13458659" target="_blank">Silver Scars, by Posy Roberts</a><br />
<em>This book is a beautiful and hard read. I am constantly amazed at how this author manages to space from silly and funny, to real and harsh.</em><br />
<em>Read this. You won’t regret it.</em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1205564/arc-review-silver-scars-by-posy-roberts" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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5. <a href="http://booklikes.com/misfits-garrett-leigh/book,12975526" target="_blank">Misfits, by Garret Leigh</a><br />
<em>Wow. Simply wow.</em><br />
<em>This was better than good. This was dang good. Actually, this is the first time I’ve read about an open relationship that I actually believe in. And then see it turn into a ménage that is truly believable, to boot.</em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1136586/book-review-misfits-by-garret-leigh" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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6. <a href="http://booklikes.com/cronin-s-key-n-r-walker/book,13129757" target="_blank">Cronin’s Key, by N. R. Walker</a><br />
<em>I seriously thought I would never read another vampire book again in my life.</em><br />
<strong><em>Right?!</em></strong><br />
<em>And there goes Walker, writing me one that I just fall into and roll around in and fall in love with and just simply adore.</em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1128362/arc-review-cronin-s-key-by-n-r-walker" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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7. <a href="http://booklikes.com/true-brit-con-riley/book,13019570" target="_blank">True Brit, by Con Riley</a><br />
<em>Riley is adding more diverse figures in this story, with a backdrop of London, Cornwall, and Afghanistan. Soldiers, mothers, mansions, and project housing, all in one huge swirl of her paintbrush.</em><br />
<em>I loved this. I loved the fandom aspect (that not everybody will get, but that’s okay), I loved that Ed (-ward) got whiplash, and I loved the nod to the boy bands out there. I loved that the bad-guys don’t always win, and that smarts can still out-maneuver them. </em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1107569/arc-review-true-brit-by-con-riley" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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8. <a href="http://booklikes.com/silent-sara-alva/book,10765876" target="_blank">Silent, by Sara Alva</a><br />
<em>This story is heartrending. Sad. Full of devastation. Kids and drug dealers. Young people who probably never stand a chance. </em><br />
<em>And yet.</em><br />
<em>In the middle of all this misery is a young man of 15, standing tall, doing his absolute best. He mucks it up, of course, because he is only fifteen years old. But he tries. Oh, lord, but he tries.</em><br />
<a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/1093508/book-review-silent-by-sara-alva" target="_blank">My Review!</a><br />
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9. <a href="http://booklikes.com/hero-perry-moore/book,2194822" target="_blank">Hero, by Perry Moore</a><br />
<em>This book was a ride and a half! And then yet another ride!</em><br />
<em>I haven’t had this much fun in a long time, and still, there were moments of near despair here. YA at its very best.</em><br />
<em>What a fantastic book. </em><br />
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10. <a href="http://booklikes.com/red-dirt-heart-4-red-dirt-series-n-r-walker/book,12998467" target="_blank">Red Dirt Heart #4, by N. R. Walker</a><br />
<em>So, author. You proceed to break my heart in so many pieces I’m still looking for some of them. Then you go on and mend it, like it was never broken in the first place.</em><br />
<em>As I sit and read, I get lost in the red dirt trails, and I rightly don’t know where I am when I look up from the pages. It takes a moment to realize that I am in my home, not in the outback, struggling. </em><br />
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Authors <a href="http://shiraanthony.com/" target="_blank">Shira Anthony</a> and <a href="http://aislingmancy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Aisling Mancy</a> have teamed up to write a red-hot action-packed thriller!
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<i>Sparks fly when Chance meets tall, sexy Xav at a Wilmington bar and they have the hottest one-nighter of their lives. But Chance doesn’t do repeats, Xav seems detached, and they go their separate ways without a word. Two months later, when closeted Assistant District Attorney C. Evan “Chance” Fairchild meets Dare’s Landing’s newest deputy sheriff, Xavier “Xav” Constantine, Evan isn’t only wary. He’s irritated as hell.
Xavier is a former FBI agent turned deputy sheriff who is hot on the trail of a South American child prostitution ring. Evan is fighting to put an end to rampant cocaine trafficking and chafing under the thumb of an election-hungry boss. When someone tries to kill the thirteen-year-old witness who holds the key to both their investigations, they’re forced to work together as they put their lives on the line to protect him. As Chance and Xav collide in heat of a sweltering North Carolina summer, dodging bullets and chasing bad guys isn’t the only action going on.</i></blockquote>
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Evan pressed the button on his phone to connect. “Freddy? What did you find out?”<br />
Fred laughed. “For this, I’m going to exact a price.”<br />
“You mean the keg I sprang for at graduation doesn’t get me a freebie?” Evan shot back.<br />
“We’ve been out of law school for how many years now? Eight?”<br />
“Nine this year,” Evan corrected.<br />
“Credit’s no good anymore,” Fred answered. “I’m thinking dinner at Ivy at the Shore next time you’re in LA. On you, of course. Including a bottle of Veuve Clicquot.”<br />
“For that,” Evan said with a chuckle, “this had better be good.”<br />
“It’s good. And it was hell to get.”<br />
“Okay, okay. Dinner on me. Assuming you and Margie put me up for the night,” Evan replied. “I’m looking forward to seeing your McMansion.”<br />
“Deal. Took a little digging. Seems your mystery man did some undercover work for the FBI.”<br />
“And?”<br />
“My buddy in the US Attorney’s office wouldn’t give details, but word is Constantine got fed up with the bullshit after a case went bad somewhere down in South America.”<br />
“Drugs?” Evan asked.<br />
“No. He dealt with human trafficking. Specifically, child sex trafficking. My friend says the guy’s good. He tried a few cases where Constantine was the government’s key witness. Knows his stuff. Works his ass off and gets into his work. I got the impression sometimes he gets a little too close.”<br />
Now that was interesting. “Why?”<br />
“Seems the guy’s rabid about protecting kids.”<br />
“Any idea why?”<br />
“Nothing anyone would tell me,” Fred replied.<br />
Evan leaned back in his chair. At least Xav wasn’t a slacker, but it didn’t make Evan feel any better about the prospect of bumping into him at work. “Anything else?”<br />
“Constantine grew up in LA, went to school in Boston.”<br />
“Boston?” Even more interesting. So much for his initial assessment of Xav as a broceanographer.<br />
“Yeah, you’ll love this.”<br />
Evan could almost hear Freddy’s grin over the phone.<br />
“He did undergrad at MIT. Mathematics major. Master’s in criminology from U Penn with an emphasis in cryptology. The FBI was probably falling all over itself to recruit him.”<br />
<i>No shit.</i> This just got better and better. “What the hell’s a guy with that kind of background doing in North Carolina?”<br />
“I could ask you the same question,” Fred shot back. “Of course, if you decide you want your own McMansion….”<br />
“You couldn’t pay me enough to come to work for you,” Evan joked. Fred was serious—they’d had this discussion a half-dozen times before.<br />
“Try me.” Fred paused for a moment and then asked, “This personal?”<br />
Evan had no intention of telling Fred he’d slept with Xav. “Not personal.”<br />
“’Cause word has it he’s gay,” Fred said. “Out but not advertising.” When Evan didn’t take the bait, Fred added, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”<br />
Evan shook his head and sighed theatrically. “Don’t even go there, Freddy. You know I don’t mix business and pleasure. I just want to know what I’m dealing with. That’s all.”<br />
“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter, man.”<br />
“Thanks for the help,” Evan said, foreclosing the topic. “I’ll let you know next time I’m out your way. Tell Margie she’s a brave woman.”<br />
“Always do. Laters. And make sure you get your sorry ass out here soon.”<br />
“Will do.” Evan disconnected the call and rubbed his mouth. Mathematics major at MIT and a master’s from U Penn? No wonder the FBI had recruited him. And he’d pegged Xav for a surfer!<br />
<i>What the hell are you doing in Dare’s Landing, Xavier </i><br />
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In case you need to know what needle felting actually looks like: You stab the wool one million times. Then you start over from the beginning and stab it one million more. There! Felting!
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-14285976677484238592015-05-25T19:00:00.000+02:002015-05-25T19:48:54.877+02:00It's a Dirty Job<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Sheep are filthy, filthy animals. It takes a special kind of person to shear them properly.<br />
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A few weeks back, we had a couple of professionals over to take care of the 50 or so sheep at the stables.<br />
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For a whole day, they worked and worked, side by side, and at the end of the day, they were done. A huge pile of sheepy fur was being hauled away.<br />
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I had had the great idea of asking them to set a side a couple of fleeces for me, so that I could try my hand with wool at the raw stage.<br />
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Clearly I had no idea what I was talking about, and my idea of sheep was more or less like the following picures, sweet, soft, little baaaaah baaaaaahs. Right?<br />
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So cute. So soft. Right? RIGHT?!?! Black and grey, funny ears hanging down, or ears standing straight out to the sides. I thought it would be lots of fun getting my OWN wool, from the beginning, "in the grease," as the saying goes.<br />
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My dear friends, I now know why it is called that. <i style="font-weight: bold;">In the grease</i>.<br />
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A sheep fleece is an absolute and complete thing of lurid evil. And what isn't mud, and earth, and hay, and other muck in that fur? It is poop and pee. Add to all this, some massive amounts of lanolin, to tie it all together, and you have the perfect set for <i><b>Anna's fleece-nightmare, take 1</b></i>, shattering the romantic dream at the outset.<br />
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Yesterday, Sunday, I went about this job just as I do all other things in life: with massive amounts of confidence and all of three minutes of youtubeing for info. Lemme tell ya, three minutes do not prepare you for this. They were not enough to even come close to preparing me for what was coming, as I started with fleece number one.<br />
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I opened the sheet the shearers had tied off for me, I thought this was an interesting-looking fleece: perfect and yellow. I was watching the cut side, the side that is closest to the animal itself. Fluffy and yeah, kinda greasy, but I knew that going in. Look, isn't it pretty?<br />
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As I turned the thing over, however, to lay it flat, I took a good look at the outside of the fleece. There was a totally different story being told here. A story of many, many lunches in the hay, lying around in the mud, and sleepovers with the girls down by the manure pile. Oh, and droppings that just hung on for dear life. The joys of being a sheep. Take a look:<br />
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So, I set to, and unfolded the thing, dirty side down, and fluffy side up. Not that it looks a whole lot better on this side, eh? Time for skirting.<br />
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(Skirting means you take off all the side-muck around the whole fleece, as you actually keep only the middle-parts, the wool that used to be on the sheep's neck, back and sides).<br />
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I donned my heavy-duty gloves and went to work. 30 minutes later, I was done. With the fleece, with sheep, and with wool in general.<br />
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No, just kidding. But it was probably the most disgusting job I've done in a long while, and I'm a cowgirl—manure is no stranger to me. Just sayin'.<br />
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Here is a pile of skirted stuff that went straight into the trash. Yes, there's a massive amount of poop in that pile. <br />
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So, I skirted that white fleece. Had a long drink of water in the sun. Chatted with some friends. Then tackled another white fleece. Here an image of the two <i>not-so-extremely-dirty</i> fleeces that I bagged and that are ready for the washing. That's going to be a treat too. I can only imagine how black that water is going to be.<br />
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Three bags are all stashed away in my garage now, with moth repellant and a whole lot of prayers to the insect gods to overlook my small bundles. They say it is easier to keep the moths out if the raw wool is still in the grease, so I won't wash any of it until I'm planning on using it.<br />
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Then a day passes, and somehow the memory of the ordeal softens, and the curiosity gets to me, so I go down to my bags, and get some white and some grey-black fluff. It is still disgusting. It still smells of poop, pee, lanolin, and old sheep. It is so greasy it's almost silly.<br />
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And so I hand-wash it, (in mesh bags so it doesn't go all over the place), separated, white from black. I wash, again, and again, until the water is finally clear. Six times for the white, and four times for the black wool.<br />
And it dries in the sun on my terrace. (Here you see the white, but the black was equally clean).<br />
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And when I grab my makeshift carders, and start carding, <i><b>magic happens</b></i>.<br />
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As the white is drying, I card the dark grey with my dog fur brushes (Hey! No dissing these brushes, they are awesome, and REAL carders cost over 150 dollars a piece—I don't have that kinda cash lying around), and I make rolag after rolag of the finest wool you could ever imagine. It <i>shines</i>.<br />
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It is beautiful. It is soft in my hands. And I realize that I love it. I just love wool.<br />
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A fluffy, shiny, beautiful thing that can be needle felted, and wet felted, and carded, and spun into thread, and woven, and and and and and—<br />
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—oh, lord, I just realized I have four more fleeces waiting for me at the stables.<br />
Let the wool moths have them, I say.<br />
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I am so excited to have author Cody Kennedy visiting my blog today! It has been a long month of touring for him with his book, <i>Slaying Isidore's Dragons</i>, and this is one of the last tour stops—see all the other stops <a href="http://ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/2015/03/ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com-SID-book-tour.html" target="_blank">here</a>, every one is FULL of useful information and facts. Especially the <a href="http://ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/2015/03/slaying-isidores-dragons-book-tour.html" target="_blank">first one</a>, the kick-off of this book tour, is near and dear to my heart. Don't miss it.<br />
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Today, Cody is going to tell us a bit about research and how to keep track of your findings when you're writing a novel and using quotes, be they copyrighted or not. There is so much more to being an author than meets the eye. Today, he explains what a Prove-up is, and why it is important to document your sources as you go along. Your editor and/or publisher will want to see that your method is good. <br />
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Cody is a constant help to so many authors, and he blogs and posts on social media with links with both great information and resources. Or, he simply posts links to inspirational images and thoughtful quotes. At times he posts about something really cool that happened to an author friend of his. As you follow his posts, apart from feeling his enthusiasm, you will soon start to notice that there is strict method to his work. It impresses me no end.<br />
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This is going to be a long post, so settle in, get a cup of coffee, and let's give the man a round of applause. He clearly deserves it. And if you click on the images, they should open up in a new window, bigger, and easier to read.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Let’s write a story and quote the words and
phrases of others! Let’s not. Unless, of course, we’re willing to do it
accurately, source the original work, and seek permissions if necessary.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When I write for youth, I like to educate them
about things they may not have an opportunity to learn in everyday life. I do
this by including bits of history, information about different cultures, and quotes
from the literature of others—the latter of which isn’t as easy to do as it
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<span lang="EN-US">As much as we may love Dr. Seuss, we can’t simply
quote him in our works and be done with it. We must ensure that the quote is properly
sourced, accurately quoted, available for use and, if not, to seek appropriate
permissions. For me, and because copyright law is complex, the easiest way to
determine whether a quote can be used is to determine when permission need <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i></b>
be sought. As such, I look to use quotes that are: 1) in the public domain and
require no permission at all; or 2) fall within “fair use” guidelines. If
you’re interested in knowing more about “permissions” and “fair use,” check out
<a href="http://janefriedman.com/2012/01/23/permissions/" target="_blank">Jane Friedman’s blog</a>.
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m a huge fan of Edgar Allen Poe and love
to use his quotes in my works. In that his works are in the public domain, no
permissions are needed to use them. However, his trustees are alive and well
and look to ensure that his works are accurately quoted. Setting aside, for a
moment, that I am loath to misquote an author, it’s important to know how to
source and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">prove up</i> that I am not
blithely using a quote that has been bastardized over time and am not attributing
it to someone other than the original author! In other words, I must be able to
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<span lang="EN-US">According to <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/prove%20up">Merriam-Webster</a>
the definition of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">prove-up</i> in this
context is: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">to bring proof of one’s right
to something</i>. As such, when doing a prove-up for an editor, you are <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i></b>
proving up your right to use a quote. You are proving up who holds the rights
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<span lang="EN-US">I referenced Humpty Dumpty and quoted Edgar
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<span lang="EN-US">“The king’s horses did it. They weren’t in the
original rhyme in 1797 and all of a sudden they show up, bang, unannounced, no preamble,
no nothing, in the 1870 version. That proves my theory.” and the editor took
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<span lang="EN-US">Who would have thought I would have to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">prove up</i> Humpty Dumpty? I had to because
I referenced the work itself and obscure facts about the work that most people
don’t know. The first thing I had to do was prove up the date 1797 and it
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<span lang="EN-US">Yes! Every title and quote had to be
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However, in that I had checked the sources <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">before</i>
I submitted the story, I had the links handy and it wasn’t hard to respond to
the editor. When does it become a nightmare? When you don’t check the source
before you submit your story to a publisher. Case in point, the G.K. Chesterton
quote at the beginning of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Slaying
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Isidore’s Dragons</i> and thought I would verify the quote—which none of us had
done to date. OMG! I mean, yeah, it’s used in memes all over the place but,
coming from the traditional publishing background that I do, and being OCD, I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">had</i> to check it. And it’s a good thing
that I did because I learned the citation for the quote was WRONG! As it turns
out, Neil Gaiman had tamed and simplified Chesterton’s quote for his own work, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Coraline</i>. So the question then became:
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<span lang="EN-US">Enjoy <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Slaying
Isidore’s Dragons</i> (and the three hours I put into sourcing Chesterton’s
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<span lang="EN-US"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cody Kennedy, April 23, 2015</span></i></span></div>
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And now, here is more about Cody's book! </div>
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You know, the one everybody's talking about! </div>
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The book you probably need to read, like, now!</div>
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<b><i>Slaying Isidore’s Dragons</i>, by C. Kennedy</b></div>
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<i><b>5 Best friends</b></i></div>
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<i><b>4 Vicious brothers</b></i></div>
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<i><b>3 STD tests</b></i></div>
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<i><b>2 Guys in love</b></i></div>
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<i><b>1 Car bombing</b></i></div>
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<i><b>Nowhere to run</b></i></div>
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<i>Slaying Isidore’s Dragons follows the burgeoning love of two high school seniors during the worst year of their lives.</i><br />
<i>Irish born Declan David de Quirke II is the son of two ambassadors, one Irish and one American. He’s come out to his parents but to no one else.</i><br />
<i>French born Jean-Isidore de Sauveterre is the son of two ambassadors, one Catalan and one Parisian. His four half brothers have been told to cure him of his homosexuality.</i><br />
<i>Declan and Isidore meet at the beginning of their senior year at a private academy in the United States. Declan is immediately smitten with Isidore and becomes his knight in shining armor. Isidore wants to keep what little is left of his sanity and needs Declan’s love to do it.</i><br />
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<i><b>5 Weeks of hell</b></i></div>
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<i><b>4 Attempts on their lives</b></i></div>
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<i><b>3 Law enforcement agencies</b></i></div>
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<i><b>2 Dead high school seniors</b></i></div>
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<i><b>1 Jealous friend</b></i></div>
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<i><b>A love that won’t be denied</b></i></div>
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<i>One is beaten, one is drugged, one is nearly raped, one has been raped, they are harassed by professors and police, and have fights at school, but none of it compares to running for their lives. When the headmaster’s popular son attempts suicide and someone attempts to assassinate Declan’s mother, they are thrown headlong into chaos, betrayal, conspiracy, allegations of sexual coercion, pornography, even murder. And one of them carries a secret that may get them killed.</i><br />
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<i><b>5 New family members</b></i></div>
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<i><b>4 BFF’s</b></i></div>
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<i><b>3 Countries</b></i></div>
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<i><b>2 Extraordinary Psychologists</b></i></div>
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<i><b>1 Courageous Mother</b></i></div>
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<i><b>&</b></i></div>
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<i><b>A new beginning for two young men in love</b></i></div>
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*****</div>
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Did that blurb interest you?<br />
Read the <b>first chapter</b> of <i>Slaying Isidore's Dragons</i> <a href="http://ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/p/slaying-isidores-dragons.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<b>About Cody
Kennedy:</b><br />
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lots of Hollywood by a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Cody doesn’t conform,
doesn’t fit in, is epic awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated
oppositional defiance disorder. In a constant state of fascination with the
trivial, Cody contemplates such weighty questions as: If time and space are
curved, then where do all the straight people come from? When not writing, Cody
can be found taming waves on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of
sunsets, appreciating the much maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from
stanchions, and marveling at all things ordinary.
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Check out more about Cody on his <a href="http://www.ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a>.<br />
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Find him on Twitter @CodyKAuthor, and read his free serial story, <a href="http://www.fairybycodykennedy.blogspot.com/">Fairy</a>.<br />
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<i>Irish born Declan David de Quirke II is the son of two ambassadors, one Irish and one American. He’s come out to his parents but to no one else.</i><br />
<i>French born Jean-Isidore de Sauveterre is the son of two ambassadors, one Catalan and one Parisian. His four half brothers have been told to cure him of his homosexuality.</i><br />
<i>Declan and Isidore meet at the beginning of their senior year at a private academy in the United States. Declan is immediately smitten with Isidore and becomes his knight in shining armor. Isidore wants to keep what little is left of his sanity and needs Declan’s love to do it.</i><br />
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What a ride! What an amazing story. I’m still reeling. And so full of hope, for the future, for the future of these boys, all our boys.<br />
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In this story, as is the usual fare with Kennedy, there is <em>action</em>; there is no time to relax, no time to slow down, things are happening all the time, and in so many layers, it takes all my concentration to keep it together. And I love it. I just simply love it. I roll in it, I run with it. I revel in it.<br />
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This book had me sitting on the proverbial edge of my seat, jumping with excitement, smiling with bliss, and feeling the love between the two young men grow and blossom. (See? I have achieved some <em>purple</em> myself). I cry me an ocean, too, for good measure.<br />
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The way Declan and Isidore discover each other is beautiful, loving, enriching, sweet, and so sexy. Without ever going into the exploitative and crude, the physical love they explore is simply beautiful. They are both on the older side of their teen years, at eighteen and seventeen, thinking about their bodies and discovering a new sensuality, and the way Declan gets frustrated with his dick makes me scream with laughter. So many good feels, here, too.<br />
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There is no way I can review this book without drawing parallels to <em>Omorphi</em>, Kennedy’s other long novel about abused youth. The similarities are of course there, but what really strikes me is the difference between them. The main character in the first story, Christy, is a survivor of abuse. In <em>Slaying Isidore’s Dragons</em>, Isidore is still a victim, and he is still living with his abusers. There is such a huge difference in mindset.<br />
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This is a book with really difficult themes, and it is striking how it can ring true in all its horrid details, while still giving hope and showing a way out. This book may very well be saving lives, and giving hope.<br />
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It is interesting how well the double POV works, where we see things mostly from the eyes of the boyfriend, Declan. I don’t think we could take seeing it <em>all</em> from inside Isidore’s mind, but the short interludes that we do get to see are so revealing. Thank you for showing us how completely different the same scene may seem to the victim.<br />
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Now, I also want to tell everybody about how much I adore Sorcha, Declan’s mother. She is a powerful, gorgeous, strong, beautiful, and loving woman. I love all those things in people, but I especially appreciate them when they are attributed to a woman in an m/m setting. This is finally happening more often, but I still want to say thank you for this: thank you, author, for a strong and good woman. Mothering is not easy, and she does shine a light. The fact that she was also an Ambassador in her own right, makes my heart sing. A real woman. Somebody with both a job and a career. Not only, she is also absolutely hilarious, and a good belly laugh really makes life worth living. The healing value of humor is well known, but is even more so to a victim of abuse.<br />
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It is important for me to see that the story in this book actually rings true in the ears of the intended readers, i.e. young survivors of abuse; youth who, through this novel, can visualize a potential future, a possibility of a decent life, of love, of happiness. Reading young Timmy’s review of this book, I see the story through his eyes. See his review <a href="http://ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/2015/03/timmys-review-of-slaying-isidores.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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On my Top-Read-Of-2015 shelf.<br />
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Well done, Kennedy. I just realize that I have written the word “hope” nine times in my review. That must mean something.<br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-56819150230553801112015-02-14T12:00:00.000+01:002015-02-14T12:00:00.254+01:00Alive Again - Valentine's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I take a shallow breath. Everything hurts. That must mean that I am still alive. This is paramount. This is all that matters, for a moment. I feel every, single part of my body, there is a pain so excruciating that I don't even know where I am. I am coming out of the haze, and try to move. It is impossible. I am folded in two on a small bed in a hospital, and all I can do is moan.<br />
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Somebody hears me, and comes closer. I feel a hand on my hair, and a quiet voice asking me how I feel. I want to say like total, utter crap, but I can't even take the deeper breath I need to be able voice my pain. So I moan. It ends with a whimper. I have never felt so defenseless in my whole life.<br />
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The kind soul attached to the caressing hand tells me not to worry, and fiddles with the IV, and within half a minute I am floating again, slowly leaving the pain behind me. I remember now, I know where I am and what happened. Opening my eyes I ask her with a whisper of a voice "Anything left?"<br />
"You need to talk to the surgeon, dear." She moves closer so that I can see her. "He'll be coming to talk to you in a couple of hours. Sleep now, it's the best cure."<br />
"Mmhm." I am lost in my drug-induced haze. "Just tell me, is it all out?"<br />
"Yes. All of it."<br />
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That's it, it's all gone. I am happy and sad and have a head that feels like cotton wool. I fall asleep knowing that the next time I wake up, I will have to take reality by its proverbial horns again. But not now, not right now. For now, I can lie back and just give in to the feeling within me that says: "Somebody else is in charge. Relax. Sleep."<br />
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And I do, because someone else was in charge; a hysterectomy is not an elective surgery. You do it when they tell you to. And it hurts like a bitch, in every way.<br />
At the hospital, and after, at home during my convalescence, I start reading a series of books that I have been wanting to read for a long time. I never could find a long enough stretch of time in front of me in which to indulge; work and life are always getting in the way. Now I throw myself in, nothing holding me back.<br />
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Weeks later, my books are finished. I have read all of them, several times over, and I'm searching the net for more, anything, more, I need words, more words. I need more words telling me it'll be all right, words to pull me through, to tell me there is life, words to make me believe in magic again.<br />
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I find them on a writing forum, where thousands of—mostly—women are baring their souls for everyone to see, and are posting story after story. I find it remarkable, especially as many of these stories are exceptionally good. Some are terrible of course, but there's no need to linger. I move on to the good ones.<br />
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I find the words I was looking for there. The words I need, search and hope for. The words that heal, soothe, the words that care for me and make me care. Then I also find the words that make me happy, that make me squeal and scream out loud. Because a good story is when—while sitting there in your armchair reading something that is exceptional—you just have to look away for a second and say "Fu-u-ck!" out loud. Then go back to reading.<br />
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A good story takes you somewhere else, and when you come back to your own life, it is fuller, more colorful and more your own. It is a kind of magic. It is like new curtains on your soul, it brightens up the room that is your life.<br />
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One night, I stay up late to watch a movie, it is beautiful, and at the end I am simply staring at the titles that roll up, up and disappear. At the very end, when even the dolly-grip boys have been duly thanked for their job, right there, is a song that catches my attention, a song which sends me completely out of the real world.<br />
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Who would have known? They blow my mind, their song takes my breath away. I am traveling, in my mind, to new places, new sights, new everything. What is happening? Why? And then I realize the question should be Why not?<br />
I start asking myself Where did my music go? When did I stop listening to ear-deafening drums and hard guitar riffs? I have no answers, so I turn everything off and start doing some long-needed soul searching, right there in the middle of the night.<br />
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Looking back, I can see where taking a left turn—then left again, and then right, and left once more—has made me into the person I am today. This is not necessarily a bad thing, it is just something that I will have to take into account. To change something, especially if that something is yourself, you need to get accustomed to what is.<br />
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If you don't know who and what you are right now, in no way can you influence who and what you will become tomorrow. It's simple math, really.<br />
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I realize I need to make sure I take some correct left-right-left-turns in the very near future, because somewhere along the way, I have stopped caring; I have stopped caring about myself, about what I wear, about what I look like every day. I've stopped caring about where I am going, and what makes me happy.<br />
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Somewhere along the way I stopped caring about myself. Completely.<br />
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My hair started turning partly grey, and instead of fighting it and doing something about it, I cut it all off, to a shorter, more age-appropriate length. Or so they said. Too bad it also pushed me into that mind-frame of old, into this sinking feeling that tells me it is all mostly over.<br />
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Besides, with forty pounds of extra padding, I suddenly look at myself and see that I look and feel nothing like how I used to feel, nothing like the old me. I am just old. Not me. The old me? Right out the window.<br />
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I keep reading story after story, and suddenly discover that I can also speak directly to the authors. Not only that, the first time I try to send a short review telling the author how much I have enjoyed reading her story, she answers back within half an hour. This is a new, exhilarating experience. We chat back and forth in short messages on the forum, and suddenly I feel part of something bigger. I am talking directly to an actual author. My field is linguistics, I give her a hand with a couple of sentences in Italian. Next thing you know, she has thanked me in public in her story chapter. My name is up there, where all of their names are.<br />
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Up there with all of those fabulous writer people whom I admire so much.<br />
I am somebody. And someone appreciates my help. I am seen.<br />
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This does something to my brain; I don't know what happens, but suddenly—instead of just passively looking at things, seeing life and years pass me by—I am right there, in the middle of it, living it. How such a small thing like a mention of your name can stir your soul, shake you right back to life, it is uncanny.<br />
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I start to write myself. Oh, my production of words is absolutely craptastic the first months, sentences flow like elephants trying to do a fast Samba. It rocks so bad, I actually laugh out loud right there where I am sitting in my armchair, laptop heating up under my fingers.<br />
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That laugh scares me, because I realize I don't even remember the last time I heard myself laughing out loud. And I want to hear more of it, much more, I want my laughter to come back and seize me, kick me, shake me into that happy stupor that only laughter can provide. Of course, it doesn't, not yet, I'm still baby-stepping here. But I see that that is where I would like to be in a few months' time: I want to be in a place where laughter comes fast and easy. And hard. Life-giving laughter.<br />
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I buy an iPod, a bright orange one. It is a thing of beauty, it screams this goddamn isn't over yet in a loud voice. I realize that the last time I walked with music in my ears, I was still using cassettes.<br />
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I buy tons of music—one song pulls the next, and while one band screams about my redemption and absolution, the next one tells me to chill, relax, go with the flow. I float and delve into the feelings that emerge out of these long-forgotten depths. My neighbors wonder what has gotten into me—they see me pass in my small car, where everything is vibrating with roaring guitars and crazy drums.<br />
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Music makes me feel alive; I finally rock. And I swear, my new iPod is psychic. I just put it on shuffle, and we are off—it knows exactly what I need to hear on any given day.<br />
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I keep reading, of course, but with new eyes, critical eyes, searching eyes, I seem to be filtering what I am reading from the standpoint of trying to be a writer; I am not just a reader anymore. I decide to stop reading any story that I feel is badly written, that I don't absolutely love at once. I concentrate on reading those that speak directly to my heart. I want to learn from authors who write correctly, authors who respect me enough to actually care about my reading experience.<br />
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As there are close to two hundred thousand stories to choose from on the forum, I decide to become a picky reader, and only spend my time on the ones that have a message of some kind. Preferably a message of love is love. Of the powerless finding power. Or of friends standing up for each other.<br />
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Instant pay-off. Words flow beautifully, both before my eyes and through my fingers. I read stories of great personal development and love. I write things that make sense and that might actually be interesting also for other readers.<br />
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Some days it is like I have been blessed with automatic writing, like someone is dictating the words to me and all I have to do is take them down, as fast as I bloody well can. My fingers are rushing over the keyboard, it is exhilarating, it makes my blood flow faster, it is fun and I suddenly stop. Hold my breath. Then let it all out in a huge guffaw of Happy. Pure and true happiness fills me.<br />
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I rattle off messages to some of the new friends I've made, and they all tell me they know exactly where I am, what happened to me; they have all been there, in the Writing Zone, and they welcome me into their fold. It is like truly finding a long lost family.<br />
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It is like finding your pack, the people you need to be able to run free again.<br />
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One of my new friends helps me with editing, she shows me where I stumble and where I am steady. It is sheer brilliance, this giving freely of knowledge and time. It thrills me to hear her say that she loves my first story. That she is crazy-proud of what I wrote. And it makes me feel like a million dollars when she later asks me if I would take a look at something she has written. Not that I'd be doing the editing, but I can perhaps help by being a new set of eyes on her text. It feels like something really big. She trusts me. I am worthy. No words can describe what all that does to me. No words.<br />
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I travel a lot in my work. There is a lot of empty time in traveling, and this is time that I now use for reading or writing, and for listening to ear-deafening rock music, courtesy of my beta who is also a music fanatic. She shares more up-to-date music knowledge with me than I can actually keep up with, bless her heart.<br />
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Crossing the Rockies, the airplane I am on hits some really serious and quite scary turbulence, with the whole airplane doing a couple of dives that almost turn my stomach inside out. The lady sitting in the seat beside me goes white, and simply whimpers. She is so afraid she is incapable of even voicing a full-out scream. I take her hand and look her straight in the eye and say "Listen. We are all right. And we will be all right. Everything is all right. Whatever happens, it is all right."<br />
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She holds on to my hand like it is a lifesaver, and perhaps it is. Perhaps the single, simple gesture of taking the hand of a fearful stranger actually is a lifesaver.<br />
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I realize right then, that after all is said and done, I am all right. Even if it should all end right here, right now, I am okay. I have lived, I am living. I have loved and I am loving. If it is time to go right now, then I'm okay with that, too. It is with a huge sense of relief that I just sit through the whole ordeal, holding her hand. I am at peace. It feels wonderful.<br />
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It is quite an anticlimax when we, some ten minutes later, come out of the turbulence, and we smile at each other, a little shy and a little happy. I slowly let go of her hand, giving her a last squeeze, and she leans toward me, and says, "Thank you for being real. For being a rock. I will never forget you."<br />
Two huge tears leave my eyes as I look back at her and say, "No worries at all. I've been there. It's all in the perspective. It's all in the love. Spread it on down the line." My smile widens to a full-on grin when I see how she gets it, she really gets it.<br />
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Ah, perhaps I have managed to give to someone else what has so generously been given to me? Have I managed to send strength and courage to one woman in my life, I shall consider myself happy and good. Fulfilled.<br />
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We land in Toronto. We part ways. We will never meet again, and we will never forget.<br />
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My hair has grown back out. I care for it and for myself again. When I open my laptop, I once more see myself in that black, start-up screen, not some old woman. I look fifteen years younger; somehow, just coming alive again has left me thirty-five pounds lighter and I am beautiful, I feel beautiful. I am alive.<br />
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I have a new, secondary family of strong, fabulous women who have helped in holding me up for the better part of two years. Some of you do not even know how much you have done for me. All your stories have given me hope, love and a will to keep on trucking. I know that I am living. It's ok. It's good. I'm good.<br />
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You are all a part of something I need. You are like family. You are friends. Like lovers. Teachers. Buddies. Crazy fun people. Cuddlers to hold me when I'm down. Happy dancers for when I'm up. And most of all, you are instant—instant friends, I just turn on my laptop, and instantly find any one of the more than a hundred women I love and speak to regularly.<br />
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I had no idea that a group of women—spread out all over the planet—could become so important to me. And I never knew I could make such a difference in your lives. Without even having met 99% of you sweet people, you have nestled yourselves into my everyday life, and it would be so much more grey without you.<br />
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Thank you for writing stories for me, ladies. You have saved my life, several times over.<br />
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It is once again Valentine's Day. I know I have never faced a better one than this year.<br />
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I hope yours is too—full of music.<br />
Magic words.<br />
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Sisterhood.<br />
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And life.<br />
Hot, sizzling, awe-inspiring life.<br />
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<b>Will you be my Valentine, sweetness? </b><br />
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<b>February 14th, 2015:<br />
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Five years later, and I am still thankful for all of you.
Some of you may have read this last year—or the year before—or the year before that.<br />
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So many new people have come into my life since then, I thought I would give it to you here on on my blog, too.<br />
(Originally posted on <a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7835453/1/Alive-Again">Fanfiction.net</a> on February 14th, 2012).<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Alive Again, ©AnnaLund2011</span>AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-18671931044247980102015-01-21T11:34:00.000+01:002015-03-12T11:35:23.583+01:00Reviewing<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Some days, as I sit down to review the wonderful books I've read, I feel pushed to perform.<br />
Like a monkey, Jump here, Do that, Write this, Feel this.<br />
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And some days, like today, I am afraid that <i>you</i> will think that this is what I want <i>you</i> to do when you read my reviews.<br />
That I want you to love this book as much as I did.<br />
Or that I want you to hate it, too. <br />
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I do not. I want to simply express my own, personal reactions to it, and I want to tell you about them.<br />
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What you think of the same book is completely your business.<br />
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And some days, reviewing seems like so much <i>work</i>.<br />
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Do you know that it takes me almost three hours to write two reviews?<br />
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AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-8193915827091710972014-12-15T12:00:00.000+01:002015-03-09T17:35:19.015+01:00On writing<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Last summer, I was messaging back and forth with author Sandi Layne about the pain of writing, and suddenly realizing that I was turning myself inside out in the story I had just finished, sharing so much of myself I felt quite lost.<br />
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She sent me the above message in response. It was my birthday, and what a gift.<br />
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Anyone who receives a message like this should feel heartened. Uplifted. Should feel slightly better. Because there is such truth in these few words.<br />
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But at the same time, it kind of kills you, because let me tell you, I am not a courageous woman. I have done a gazillion things in my life, mostly because I am stubborn and hardheaded and use sheer force of will to march through obstacles, but doing it just with and by courage?<br />
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<strong><em>Never.</em></strong><br />
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Until writing happened.<br />
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Writing is probably the most courageous I have ever been, or ever have had to be. Because every time I try to cut corners and write for an audience, it falls flat on its face.<br />
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Just as, every time I try to write from the bottom of my heart, something happens and my words get wings. When I write to write.<br />
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So much courage is needed to spill your heart out onto the blank pages of a piece of paper—or onto the screen of your computer, as it were. Nothing more daunting than that empty word document, cursor blinking in the upper left corner, waiting for <em>you</em>.<br />
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Even more courage is needed to later edit the living daylights out of the baby that you have birthed through pain and labor, but also through cackling glee and awesome rush of happiness.<br />
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You use your sadness. You write your anxiety. You make the reader live the drama that happened. Your strongest writing comes through, loud and clear, when you describe disaster striking. When a whole life crumbles in the chaos and madness of destruction.<br />
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When those things have happened to you, for real and in your life, you can either despair and go under, or you can USE IT in your writing. Or both. There is power in despair, when it most certainly can get no worse, it can only get better.<br />
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You have such power in your words. When you tap that specific river of personal knowledge. When you use it, and turn it around from having been something that hurt you (emotionally or physically) into something that whispers to people who are reading your words, whispers, until they themselves scream out loud—<br />
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“This is truth—this is real—OMG—I am IN THIS SCENE with the author, feeling her feelings, and seeing what she sees! I am dying, running, screaming, fainting, loving, hating, seeing, feeling utterly lost and blind. Everything. I experience everything.”<br />
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That. Is. Powerful. Magic.<br />
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There is such enormous power in that kind of writing.<br />
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To revisit your demons in writing is cathartic. You get to go there again, but you have the power now, and with millimeter-precision, you can excise the hurt. Turn the whole incident into something that YOU created, that YOU have power over, that YOU can use.<br />
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There is true greatness when, in the process, you get to <strong><em>take back your power</em></strong>.<br />
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It is how I deal with pain. I use it. Manipulate it. Force it, until it is totally mine and in a place where I can do with it as I please.<br />
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Those are powerful feels.<br />
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I know you see it. There is power to be had here. I hope you use it.<br />
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Because when you tap into that source, my friend, you get handed a pair of huge, huge wings—the kind that make you soar.<br />
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You f*cking soar.<br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-33795079474825968192014-11-30T12:00:00.000+01:002015-03-12T12:31:00.420+01:00Winner — National Novel Writing Month 2014<br />
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I did it again.<br />
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Gobsmacked.<br />
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<a href="http://nanowrimo.org/participants/annalund2011" target="_blank">My NaNo page</a>—please, come be my friend there, and let's do it again this coming November!<br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-10693097110477498402014-11-18T18:00:00.000+01:002015-03-09T19:48:29.024+01:00Pet peeves of a grammar nerd: Lie/Lay<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Hello, fellow grammar nerds!<br />
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Today, thought we'd talk about Mr Down, because apparently, a lot of people want to lay him.<br />
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No, wait, hear me out!<br />
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This is how I make sure I remember how to correctly use the verbs Lie and Lay, respectively.<br />
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Here is the deal:<br />
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<b>Lie - Lay - Lain - Lying</b> (as in: I lie on the couch now, I lay on the couch yesterday, I have lain on the couch for a week, I am lying on the couch)<br />
<b>and</b><br />
<b>Lay - Laid - Laid - Laying</b> (as in: I lay <i>the book</i> on the couch now, I laid <i>the book</i> on the couch yesterday, I have laid <i>the book</i> on the couch every day, I am laying <i>the book</i> on the couch)<br />
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They are two different words. They mean different things. They act in different ways. They are not interchangeable. One doesn't need an object (the first one), and one absolutely needs an <i>object</i> (the second - <i>the book</i>).<br />
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So where does Mr Brown come into this whole mess? Well, when you write "I am going to lay down," it is wrong. Because it makes the word "down" into an object to be laid. What you wanted to say was, "I am going to lie down."<br />
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Let's turn <i>down</i> into <i>Mr. Down</i>, to see the error:<b> when writing a sentence with lie/lay, use Mr Down.</b><i> If it looks like you're having sex, you're using the wrong verb. </i><br />
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So, every time I see someone writing "I'm going to lay down," I quickly ask myself:<br />
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The correct way to say it is: "I am going to lie down."<br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-32492543611664729652014-10-22T18:00:00.000+02:002015-03-09T20:05:40.054+01:00Pet peeves of a grammar nerd: On to/Onto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello, fellow grammar nerds!<br />
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Today, I want to talk about <i><b>On to</b></i>, and <i><b>Onto</b></i>.<br />
Because, you see, they are not the same. The two not interchangeable.<br />
They are two different animals completely, and the jungle needs them both.<br />
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To decide which one to use, ask yourself:<br />
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AM I actually putting/walking onto something? Like, "I walked onto the terrace." Or, "He threw the book onto the desk." Or, "She stepped onto the stage."<br />
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Because, if you can swap it for "upon" you can certainly use "onto."<br />
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But if it doesn't mean "upon," then it is because it is not behaving as a true preposition...because "on" is often <b>a particle in a verbal phrase</b>. Yup. It hangs out with verbs. It sticks to the verbs, instead of sticking to its brother "to."<br />
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It can be as easy as this: "I hang on to hope," where the verbal phrase is "to hang on (to something)." You don't "hang upon hope," so it's not a preposition.<br />
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It's a particle in a verbal phrase. <b>It belongs to the verb</b>. The verb gets upset if it settles with the late-comer "to."<br />
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So, rule of thumb: If you can swap it for "upon," then you can use "onto."<br />
If you can't, then use "on to."<br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-68452778645036427982014-09-19T18:00:00.000+02:002015-04-22T18:24:36.219+02:00A Silent Challenge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Yesterday, I read the <a href="http://ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-weight-of-silence.html" target="_blank">combined blogposts</a> written by Cody Kennedy and Timmy Ashton—and they blew me away.</b><br />
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And when I leaned back and tried to get my bearings again, I knew, deep inside, that I had to take Timmy up on his challenge to not speak for a whole day. At all. Just use pen and paper, body language, and/or sounds, but no words.<br />
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You see, they both wrote about not talking. Not having speech as a tool. See Cody’s words <a href="http://lovebytesreviews.com/2014/09/18/cody-kennedy-and-the-weight-silence/" target="_blank">here</a>, and Timmy’s words <a href="http://ckennedyauthor.blogspot.com/2014/09/speech-and-me-by-timmy.html" target="_blank">here</a>—more eloquent guys are difficult to find, which makes it all the more amazing to try to step into their shoes, if just for one day.<br />
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Now, I know full well that I can never understand what it is like to not be able to speak to the people who surround me. To only be able to write or sign (to those who understand sign language). I will never be able to step into those shoes, because, let’s face it: when I need to talk I can just. Talk.<br />
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<b>So what happened with this challenge? </b><br />
After eighteen hours of this silence I am exhausted.<br />
Discouraged.<br />
Sad.<br />
And so very appreciative of what Cody and Timmy and lots of other people go through every day.<br />
I still have six hours to go, and I can’t wait to be done. I am sad, and feel insecure, and I just want to go to my bed and pull my blankets up around my nose and wait for tomorrow.<br />
And yet. Everyone I met was nice, more or less. Some were a bit obnoxious, like the woman who started to speak LOUDER at me, when she read my note saying that I didn’t speak. As if that was any part of the problem.<br />
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<b>Let me take you by the hand, and lead you through my day. </b><br />
It started with me writing good morning to mr anna and then scribbling <i>Have a good day, see you later</i>. It felt completely empty. Mr anna is a good sport, so I got a kiss and a smile, and then I was on my own.<br />
I am a technical translator, and I work from my home office, but I had to divert four business phonecalls to texting Skype chats instead of speaking with my clients directly, and three were okay with it, the fourth said he had no time for bullshit, and hung up. Well, goodbye, buddy, I don’t want to work for you anymore, anyhow.<br />
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<b>Procrastination. Why, yes.</b><br />
Then I realized that I was procrastinating, trying to find things to do in the office, to avoid going out and interacting with people. And this was the first sign that something was different, indeed. I have never hesitated to go out and seek contact before.<br />
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I got in my car, and drove to a mall nearby, I was thinking McDonalds, some fries and a coke. I can honestly say that I have never been that nervous waiting to order anywhere before. Lunch hour rush, and there I was, standing in line with my note pad and pen.<br />
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<b>My first scribble was “I do not speak”. </b><br />
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I showed the young woman this, and she smiled, and said “Sure thing! Hello!”
That seriously made me tear up a little bit, she was so nice. Casual.<br />
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Then I showed her my note for the food I wanted, ending my order with, <i>“Please.”</i> She turned on her heel, took off and got my stuff together, told me how much it was, gave me my money back, and then asked for my note pad.<br />
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She wrote <i>“You’re welcome”</i> at the bottom of my order.<br />
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I smiled so wide I thought my face was going to crack in two.
After finishing my snack, I waved at her, and got a smile back, even though she was very busy.<br />
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<b>But that was a false start</b><br />
to my challenge. The next stop wasn’t going to be that much fun.
At the cosmetics shop (OMG, right? I never go into those) the girl got very nervous when I showed her my note that I don’t speak. It made her speak <i>louder</i> at me, as if <i>that</i> was my problem, that I didn't hear well. At first, she wanted to help me, and then she just ended up ignoring me. At the checkout she didn’t make any eye contact at all, filled my small bag up with samples without any explanation, like she wanted to <i>give me all the stuff</i> if I would only get out of her store.<br />
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It was deeply unsettling.<br />
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<b>Fashion store and Anna—not a good mix</b><br />
I took a deep breath before entering a fashion store next. Two clerks circled around me at once, all smiles. I gesticulated, to let them know them I just wanted to look around, and then showed them my note saying that I don’t speak. The both dropped off like I was contagious.<br />
Not even a smile.<br />
No small talk.<br />
No, <i>“Look around and let us know if you need any help.”</i><br />
No nothing.<br />
Not even a wave in response to mine when I exited the shop. They ignored me completely.<br />
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It made me really, really angry. Needless to say, I won’t be going back to that store.<br />
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<b>Time for coffee</b><br />
Thinking I might be ready for a coffee at that point, I headed over to the corner bar. Same procedure, I showed her that I don’t speak, and then scribbled <i>“A tepid cappuccino, please.”</i><br />
I got it, and together with the change she gave me an Italian “corno,” a stupid, little, red plastic horn, which supposedly brings luck to the superstitious. I guess she really thought I needed it.<br />
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My cappuccino was steaming hot, and I burned my palate. Made me very upset.<br />
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<b>I was changing</b><br />
I was just <i>done</i> with the mall. I noticed myself changing, with every minute of this Not-Speaking-thing. I noticed I stopped making eye contact, to avoid having to answer a potential question. Or, not answer it, as it were.<br />
I became shy, avoiding, wanting to go home.<br />
Not me at all. Scary thing is, it took only about an hour to get me to this point.<br />
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<b>At the stables</b><br />
So I pushed myself to go to my stables, to friends, and my sweet horse, Moro. The one close friend I have there already knew that I was going to do this challenge, so that felt good, like I’d have an ally there.<br />
Of course, shit always happens, it blows up in your face, because she wasn’t there, and the people who were there, are the ones I don’t much like to interact with even on a good day. So when they saw my note, there was endless riling and giggles, and one of the older guys (of course, one of the men) said to the others, <i>“Well, that was to be expected, stupid foreigner that she is. What an idiotic thing to do, stop talking just for fun.”</i><br />
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I was fuming. But nothing I could say (even had I used my voice) would have made any difference what so ever with those guys, so I took off, out into the paddoks to see Moro. He saw me from far away, and came running. I think maybe I cried a little bit in relief. There are many emotions hidden in the manes of horses, safely guarded.<br />
We took a walk together where he could get a bite of fresh, green grass, and I could feel connected again.<br />
Thank DOG for horses.<br />
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After an hour with Moro, I was feeling more like myself again, because this is one soul who never expects words from me, who never wants my voice, who just is happy to be by my side. It is healing to be with him.
As I drove away from the stables, I thought about my two cats waiting for me to come home, and again, thank DOG for cats.<br />
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<b>Six hours left</b><br />
Now I’m waiting for mr anna to get home in a couple of hours, and a silent dinner and evening. I know he has an online game lined up tonight, so me, I’m probably going to be chatting with YOU guys!<br />
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So thankful for you all.
So thankful for my voice, because this has been one of my worst days in a long time.<br />
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I cannot even begin to say how much I admire you two, <b>Cody and Timmy</b>, for living this, for surviving this, day in and day out.
And I am more than ever determined to be the voice of those who have none.<br />
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It is also my responsibility to make sure all voices are heard.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How about <i>you</i>? Are <i>you</i> ready for a challenge like this? </span></b><br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-58948199503117532922014-08-24T00:34:00.000+02:002015-02-14T10:32:32.393+01:00Favorite Books<br />
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There is this Facebook tag game going around—which is actually quite cool—where you get to tell everyone of your favorite books.<br />
As a reviewer, this was almost painfully hard, as I read so many good books. So I sat down and thought about the books that have really meant something to me, through the years, and came up with this list.<br />
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Here is how it worked:<br />
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I was tagged by M LeAnne Phoenix and Srae Lizess to <b><i>"List 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don't take more than a few minutes and do not think too hard. They do not have to be the "right" books or great works of literature, just ones that have affected you in some way."</i></b><br />
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Well, here is my list, starting with 2 books from my childhood, 1 book for growing up a strong woman, 1 fanfiction story that woke me up and shook me alive, and then finally 6 books from the wondrous land of M/M:<br />
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1. Philippa Pearce, "Tom's Midnight Garden"<br />
2. Astrid Lindgren, "The Brothers Lionheart"<br />
3. Clarissa Pinkola Estés, "Women Who Run With the Wolves"<br />
4. Just4Ale, "The American Vampire Series" (fanfiction, because reasons)<br />
5. Cody Kennedy, "Omorphi"<br />
6. Sarah Black, "The General and the Horse-Lord"<br />
7. Julio-Alexi Genao, "When You Were Pixels"<br />
8. TJ Klune, "Into This River I Drown"<br />
9. Con Riley "After Ben" (and the two sequels)<br />
10. S.a. McAuley, "An Immoveable Solitude"<br />
and the sixtyeleven other books that didn't make it to the list? Gaah, to tag a reviewer? Not nice!! *gigglesnort*
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Then I was tagged again, by Timmy this time, and I thought I'd do something different.<br />
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So I listed my favorite books about how to relate to your horses, softly. These men and women have taught me how to stop and listen, how to sit down and wait. Because the horse will seek you out, if you are quiet and wait patiently.<br />
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1. Buck Brannaman, "The Faraway Horses" (and sequels)<br />
2. John Lyons, "Lyons On Horses" (and sequels)<br />
3. Xenofon, "The Art of Horsemanship" (ca. 350 BC)<br />
4. Henry Blake, "Talking with Horses"<br />
5. Pat Parelli, "Natural Horse-Man-Ship"<br />
6. Alexandra Kurland, "Clicker Training for your Horse"<br />
7. Klaus Ferdinand Hempfling, "Dancing With Horses"<br />
8. Lucy Reece, "The Horse's Mind"<br />
9. Linda Tellington-Jones, "The T-Touch"<br />
10. Monty Roberts, "The Man Who Listens to Horses"<br />
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Most of these authors have written several books, I'm just adding one for each here. Some are better than the others, and my personal preference will always be Buck Brannaman. He is a fantastic storyteller, and the original horse whisperer. (You'll notice that the book by Nicholas Evans is NOT on my list).<br />
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So, there you have it. If you want to know about horses (and the beautiful men and women who follow them closely) start with Buck Brannaman.<br />
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<i><b>There is something with the outside of a horse that speaks directly to the inside of a person.</b></i><br />
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Thank you, Timmy, for tagging me, so that I could do this list, too. I suddenly feel like I have to read all these books again!<br />
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Oops. Those were eleven books. Well, dang!<br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-3829004849708729962014-07-10T12:25:00.000+02:002014-08-24T00:37:47.778+02:00The Power of Positive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><b> There is this thing going around on Facebook where you get tagged from a friend asking you to list three positives in you life.<br /> I love this concept, and if we could only concentrate more on the GOOD, maybe the world would be a better place?<br /> <br /> Jase Glines (from <a href="http://jasesathenaeum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jase's Athenaeum</a>!) tagged me to list three positives for today. I feel both honored and
happy to have been chosen by him, because he is a person I greatly
admire. </b><br /> </span><br />
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<b><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Three positives in my life right now:</span>
</b><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><br />1. The people I spend my days with on Facebook. You have m<span class="text_exposed_show">ade my life richer in ways you might not even understand.<br /> <br />
2. I am alive, and you are alive. Yes, you! The one who is reading
this! That is not only positive, it is goddamn AMAZING! So grateful that
you are in my life. Please stay. Have a cookie. Jase made them!<br /> <br />
3. A huge positive in my life, finally, are words. The words you write
me, the words I read in books, the words I write myself. I thank you all
for WORDS. They take me by the hand and lead me to faraway places. To
places where there are mermaids, and unicorns, and dragons, and love, so
much love.<br /> <br /> There are of course a million other things that are
positive in my life, like horses, family, sunshine, good food, the
ocean, watercolor painting, etc... but this excercise was just to get us
all started: <br /> <br /> STARTING THE GRAND-SLAM POSITIVE THINKING MOVEMENT OF THE EARTH!<br /> <br /> Sending this on to Mel Leach, Deeze Browne, and Sandra Fictionnook.<br /> <br /> Have at it, ladies! </span></span><br />
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> *blows a kiss to Jase*</span></span><br />
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AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-55707973461160685332014-06-10T17:27:00.000+02:002015-06-10T07:43:15.695+02:00LGBT Pride Month, June <div>
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What LGBT <b>Pride</b> means to me as an ally and as a human being:</blockquote>
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<i><b>It means we all have the same worth, we are all equal, and we all have the right to live a happy life.</b></i></blockquote>
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I decided already many years ago to always speak up when hearing slurs from people around me, be it about race, gender, religion, or sexual orientation. I make a point in never letting a slur pass me by without a comment, a protest, a discussion, a full on rage-filled thermo-nuclear war—which one it is going to be depends largely on the person in front of me. Because I can ride that horse just as fast as it can run. And I stand up for my friends.<br />
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A few days ago, I met a pitiful and rabid man in a social setting. This man was full of hatred. Hatred of the unknown, hatred of people, of women, of foreigners, and possessed a deep hatred for most everything in his life. (See why I used the term "pitiful" up there?) But instead of informing himself, of educating himself, of simply going out and learning, thus conquering this hatred, he had decided to simply concentrate on his hate of the whole gay community. I guess that felt easier for him. God knows it's exhausting to hate.<br />
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This man specifically had opinions about the Pride that is taking place in Milan at the end of the month of June (<a href="http://www.milanopride.it/#!pride/c1mmd" target="_blank">Milano Pride</a>, 23-28 June, 2014, in case you are planning on going!) and was whining about the silliness of it all, and how "the terrible, terrible trans,"—as he called them—"will destroy the Italian youth." He moaned about, "Why do they have to walk around in demonstrations dressed like that? Why can't they just stay at home? You don't see US walking around having <i>Prides</i> for being straight."<br />
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Yeah, I couldn't very well let that one pass by, could I?<br />
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I took a couple of minutes of my time to educate him on several issues, and to set him straight on quite a few uses of terminology. It did not end well for the man in question. I am quite certain I did not sway his mind, but several other people at the table had interesting points of view after my rant, and it turned into a very nice evening of good discussions and eye-opening moments for some of them. No, not for him, he was mostly sitting there, seething.<br />
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Of course, no Italian man worth his salt is supposed to take an intellectual beating, in public, by a 6 ft blond Swedish woman, so his ego is probably still smarting today.<br />
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I'm not going to go into the whole <i>He said then I said then she said-</i>thing here, but the point is, we can all change and inspire people, or simply make somebody curious to know more. It takes so little, and those of us who are allies have so much work to do. There was truly a feeling of new insight around the table that night.<br />
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Just as the best men in my life have always stood up for me and my rights as a woman, I can stand up and defend the rights of my friends around me. It is what you DO, <i><b>you stand up for your friends</b></i>.<br />
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It takes so very little to open people's minds.<br />
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And what I cannot for the life of me understand is:<br />
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<i>Why would it matter <b>to that man</b> who you might love?</i><br />
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<i>Why would it matter <b>to that man</b> whether your genitals are both on the inside or both on the outside of your bodies? Or whether they are one on the inside and the other on the outside?</i><br />
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<i>Why would it matter <b>to that man</b> what you do in full consent with your partner in your private bedroom?</i><br />
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So, to wrap this post up, to me <b><i>Pride</i></b> means we all have a job to do to help our friends.<br />
It also means that we all get to love whomever we choose to love, regardless of gender, religion, race, or sexual orientation. We get to <b>love</b>.<br />
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Because, you know what?<br />
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The opposite would mean hate. And that's one thing I am totally against, hate.<br />
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I am not a hater.<br />
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<i>High school senior Michael Sattler leads a charmed life. He’s a star athlete, has great friends, and parents who love him just the way he is. What’s missing from his life is a boyfriend. That’s a problem because he’s out only to his parents and best friend. When Michael accidentally bumps into Christy Castle at school, his life changes in ways he never imagined. Christy is Michael’s dream guy: smart, pretty, and sexy. But nothing could have prepared Michael for what being Christy's boyfriend would entail.
Christy needs to heal after years of abuse and knows he needs help to do it. After the death of his notorious father, he leaves his native Greece and settles in upstate New York. Alone, afraid, and left without a voice, Christy hides the myriad scars of his abuse. He desperately wants to be loved and when he meets Michael, he dares to hope that day has arrived. When one of Michael’s team-mates becomes an enemy and an abuser from Christy’s past seeks to return him to a life of slavery, only Michael and Christy's combined strength and unwavering determination can save them from the violence that threatens to destroy their future together.</i></blockquote>
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As you know, I don't write recaps of the story (read the blurb), nor do I fill my reviews with spoilers. This is my <i>experience</i> of the story. My connection to it.<br />
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AND WHAT A STORY IT IS.<br />
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Christy. You had me, hook, line, and sinker, already when you were sitting up on the bleachers, watching Michael from afar. His #1 Fan.<br />
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How somebody can take this subject matter and gently turn it into something so brilliant and elegant, is beyond me. Child abuse, sexual child abuse, in a story that has me cry like a baby and laugh like few books before, without ever even potentially falling into the horrifying trap of exploiting the abuse for the reader's "pleasure"?<br />
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Simply amazing.<br />
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Even the (quite tame, young and loving) sex scenes are never graphic nor exploiting. All power is, thanks to Michael, left in Christy's hands, for him to rediscover sexuality, love and discover Mike.<br />
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There is the one scene that just killed me dead, when Christy says he is glad that at least Michael is a virgin, and Michael responds:<br />
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<i>"You are too. You have never been touched by someone who loved you."</i><br />
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There is so much in this book that just totally rocked. Or had me sitting in the corner, rocking.<br />
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The only parts that grated on my sense of correct storytelling were about the slacker security, and while I understand that it was to make the story more interesting, seriously, it just managed to annoy me, and took half a star off my rating.<br />
Nuff said.<br />
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One of the most charming characters was to be found on the sidelines: young Lisa. She was a force to be reckoned with, and by god I loved that. More and more intelligent women-side-characters are appearing also in m/m books these days, and I applaud it.<br />
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There were people from different continents and several colors in this story, and they all had their own voice. That is quite unusual, so extra kudos for that. (I have no idea if the Greek written in the book was correct, but the Italian could have benefited from a helping hand from a native speaker).<br />
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What is great with a story like this is that this was an MC I could really root for. Every step Christy took in the right direction was a screaming victory and I adored him so much for his strength. Even when he froze and walked in the wrong direction. To eventually bolt like a rabbit. God, I screamed for him, rooting so hard.<br />
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There is so much understanding about abuse and power play in this story that I am left shattered at the end. But mended, somehow, by the fine example of NEVER GIVING UP ON YOUR FRIENDS.<br />
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<i>You stand up for your friends. Every. Single. Time. </i><br />
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And the cover of the book? That is seriously such a perfect image of Christy. I kept closing the book, and looking at the cover for minutes on end.<br />
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Beautiful.<br />
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Omorphi.<br />
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Indeed.<br />
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<i>I received a free ARC from the publisher, Harmony Ink/Dreamspinner Press. A positive review was not promised in return.</i><br />
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Disclaimer: <i>Since reading and reviewing this book the first time in September 2013, I have become friends with the author, who has gifted me with a paperback copy</i><i>. It is simply beautiful.</i><br />
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On my list of <a href="http://annalund2011.booklikes.com/post/743482/my-top-ten-books-of-2013" target="_blank">Top-Ten Reads of 2013</a><i> </i><br />
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Find and buy this book at <a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4220" target="_blank">Harmony Ink/Dreamspinner Press</a><br />
<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-91330166872066859352014-04-22T18:00:00.000+02:002015-03-11T18:04:24.972+01:00Pet peeves of a language nerd: translation vs. interpretation<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Hello, fellow language nerds!<br />
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Today, I want to talk about the fact that so many people still think that <b><i>translation</i></b> is the same thing as <b><i>interpretation</i></b>.<br />
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The two skills may seem to be the same, but are, in actuality, two very different ones.<br />
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Not only that, but these skills appear in two wildly different kinds of people: an <b>introvert perfectionist </b>thrives as a translator, when an <b>extrovert communicator</b> is the perfect person to become an interpreter.<br />
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<b>Let's straighten the concept out a little bit:</b><br />
Simply put, translations deal with the written word,
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whereas interpretation deals with the spoken word.</blockquote>
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The translators sit quietly in their offices, translating, using dictionaries and resources at will—it is a perfect job for our introverts. They can sit there for hours, going back and forth, perfecting the phrase and making sure all the technical terms are Just So.<br />
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The interpreters are is usually out and about, in settings where their services are needed: in a booth at a conference, with headphones and microphone. Or standing beside the client whispering a rendition of the words being said in the client's ear, called <i>chuchotage.</i><br />
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An immigration officer may call upon an <i>interpreter</i> to have a conversation with a person who might be seeking asylum.<br />
A <i>translator</i> is often called, too, to translate the documents the potential asylum-seekers bring with them.<br />
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To interpret, you need to be fast as a flash, have a wild memory for the smallest details, and not be prone to losing your thread. Because if you lose it, in this setting? You lose your job.<br />
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To translate, you need to be a perfectionist and a nit-picker, and you will probably work mostly toward your mother-tongue, as it is nigh-on impossible to be an excellent translator in both directions.<br />
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So there you go, the difference between <i>Interpretation</i> and <i>Translation</i>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>How about <i>you</i>? Did you know this? <br />Tell me about <i>your</i> pet peeve in our language jungle?! </b></span><br />
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<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-56472951024226382732014-01-28T12:00:00.000+01:002015-03-12T12:46:06.975+01:00Buy a paperback and also get the eBook?<br />
I don't know if you are all aware of the fact that buying a paperback book with <a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/" target="_blank">Dreamspinner Press</a> also gives you the right to download the eBook. I find this absolutely charming. Brilliant.<br />
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Are other publishers doing this too?<br />
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And wouldn't it be just FABULOUS if it were the other way around? (Or, at least, heavily discounted). First, you get the eBook becasue you want to read it NOW, and then you love it so much that you want to have the DTB in your shelf. Just to look at it. Touch it.<br />
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<b>Is there a publisher out there that gives you a discount on the paperback if you've already bought the eBook? </b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Are <i>you</i> a publisher? Would you consider doing this for your readers?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And if <i>you </i>are a reader—would you like this feature, too?</span></b><br />
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You know, when you get a new follower on Booklikes or Goodreads?<br />
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And you promptly go to his/her profile to see who this new person might be?<br />
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Me?<br />
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I hear Telly Savalas in my mind, as I click on the <strong><em>Followers</em></strong> button...<br />
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<em><strong>"Who loves you, baby?"</strong></em><br />
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It is endlessly amusing to me.<br />
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Please, keep following me. I'm just having one of those days—and I have 1.037 followers on Booklikes, so I must be doing <i>something</i> right.<br />
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<i>Stella Marshall feels invisible to everyone but her sister Jessica and best friend Jenna. Thanks to their Friday night LGBTQ youth group meetings, she can be true to herself and cast aside the boy she was born as, Steven. The rest of the time, she locks herself away, because if her super conservative, Christian parents ever found out….
When her little sister admits to liking a girl as more than a friend, it becomes ten times harder for Stella to keep up the charade. She wants to stand by Jess and take some of the heat away, and that means coming out of the closet—even if it costs Stella her family and the girl of her dreams, Lillian Nelson. Unfortunately, it’s too frightening to give up the security of hiding behind Steven. But Stella knows she has to be brave, for herself and her sister.</i></blockquote>
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An absolutely lovely and short story (around 100 pages) about coming out a girl in a boy’s body. About family, siblings, parents, and close friends.<br />
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True to my usual form, I have jumped feet first into a series at #2, but it was totally standalone, and I will run and buy book #1 as soon as possible.<br />
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To free the person stuck inside the wrong body must be devilishly difficult. This story takes a beautiful look at how Steven struggles to become Stella, and how she manages to stay true to herself.<br />
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I am not a religious person, but I loved how there was also talk about how there are churches that accept you as you are, churches that don’t condemn you before even knowing you. Look for them! Search them out, if you need them!<br />
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This is a great book for young people, adolescents, who are looking for answers, and maybe finding that they are not so strange as they feel inside. Adolescence is a difficult moment at the best of times, and feeling lonely is a big part of that. Here, a young person can see how it is to be <em>unique</em>, not lonely.<br />
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There is no sex, only two sweet kisses, so if you are looking for something to put into the hands of your young ones, (perhaps 12-18?), you can relax. There is no talk of bits and pieces either, quite unusual for a transgender book. Very refreshing.<br />
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I found the story absolutely charming, with a little moment of angst, and then full of love and understanding—even though there, at first, was quite an upheaval within the family.<br />
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I adored the best friend’s mother, who told Stella there would always be room for her in her home, if needed. That is how you act as an adult, that is how you take responsibility for <em>all</em> our children, not just the ones that are straight and your own. Kudos for showing a <em>real human being</em>.<br />
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Warmly recommended. Will look for more books from this author, who says in the afterword that she wants to write stories for young people for whom very few stories exist.<br />
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I approve with all my heart.<br />
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Favorite sentence:<br />
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<em>“I love you, I don’t understand you, but I love you.”</em><br />
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I was given a free copy of this book by the publisher, Harmony Ink Press, and a positive review wasn’t promised in return.<br />
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Find this book at: <a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4603" target="_blank">Harmony Ink/Dreamspinner Press</a><br />
<br />AnnaLund2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800470324461815046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482714105607939905.post-59380691079534555062014-01-04T17:25:00.000+01:002015-04-23T11:37:01.216+02:00Book Review – The Three Miracles of Santos Socorro, by Sarah Black<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Abraham needs a Christmas miracle or three. His lover Santos wants to play with masks, his brother is searching for a gay bear, and now Abraham's been cursed by that expert tamale maker and grandmother Magdalena Socorro. </i><br />
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I won this book with a limerick, and I am damn proud of it, too. The prize was supposed to be an Idaho spud, but those monstrosities are notoriously difficult to send overseas, so Sarah gave me this book instead.<br />
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<strong>LUCKY ME!!!</strong><br />
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It is totally charming.<br />
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A sweet bear of a Jewish chocolate maker dates a Hispanic detective without any of the two being exactly clear on how much actual dating is going on. Mix in a hilarious gang of kickass relatives of Santos'—ladies of the tamale persuasion—and it is <em><strong>cooking</strong></em>! Recipes galore! Sweet and hot (the recipes, mate, get your mind out of the gutter!) and plenty of action. Actually, there's a lot more sensual action than I am used to from this author, but I am not complaining.<br />
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The Padre fainted, however.<br />
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God I love every word that comes out of this author. Every single one.<br />
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Favorite line?<br />
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<em>“Well, he’s Muslim, you’re Jewish, I’m Catholic. We could join hands and sing Kumbaya for world peace.”</em><br />
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If you like tamales and other hot south-western stuff, there’s also a great recipe for mole in here. Come get it!<br />
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I received this book after winning the limerick contest on the Meet the Author Sarah Black-event on Goodreads. A positive review was never part of the deal.<br />
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Find this book at: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Three-Miracles-Santos-Socorro-ebook/dp/B00HAVWAE6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399994553&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Three+Miracles+of+Santos+Socorro" target="_blank">Amazon</a><br />
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