Slivers of Glory: Guest Post By an Awesome Friend

I have the most phenomenal friends. I don’t mean to brag. Well, I kind of do.  My friends (old and new) have been so gracious to let me into their lives and become a part of my “chosen family” and there is no real way to repay them for being such a huge part of my life. I feel honored every day to know so many diverse and talented people. Not only do I share company with dozens of talented (published and unpublished) writers, but computer technicials, graphic designers, beauticians, medical practitioners-all so passionate about what they do. They have a way of always surprising me with their creativity and it’s an inspiration and a kick in the butt for me to get to work. While I’m trying to finish Dollhouse Daughter, I thought it was time to share how my friends in inspire me to keep going.

So this blog post is a spotlight on one of my most versatile friends, Erin. She has degrees in Biblical studies and history to name just a few, and has a healthy love of all things science fiction and fantasy. And she has a knack for early morning flash fiction! She shared this little bit of hilarity with me and I knew I needed to show my lovely minions what good company I keep outside of my little blog home.  Enjoy this, comment about it, share it with your friends.

Captain’s log: 3:00AM

The small, white Ewok insisted she needed to go outside even though she was out there not too long ago. Upon our trek to the door, I heard one of her claws snag on the carpet. I detained the Ewok and proceeded to trim her enormous talons. She tolerated this, but upon release she was no longer interested in a foray into the dark night. All the while these events were transpiring, the giant gremlin looked on patiently and intently. Sensing his opportunity when the Ewok ambled away, he demanded to be escorted into the darkness outside. I obliged, if begrudgingly. Upon our return, I realized the remnants of the Ewok talon-shearing were strewn about the mess hall. Not knowing what mystical powers these shards held and not wanting them to fall into the wrong hands, I swiftly gathered the pieces and chucked them into the incinerator. As they disappeared before my eyes, I lamented that we now may never know the potential of those slivers of glory. Finally, I retired to my cabin to reflect upon the recent events and seek the solace of my pillow.

 

Happy Caturday! Don’t forget to read and write something furry today!

Nyla hopes you have a sexy, sassy day!

Nyla hopes you have a sexy, sassy day!

 

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A Look in the Life: Entitlement

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So important to remember. Just because you’re a fan, doesn’t mean you’re entitled to the time and energy of the person who created the piece of art/composition/writing/film.

Originally posted on I am not lost...:

I know there are plenty of people out there that likely get this a heck of a lot more than I do, but since this was my first run-in with this kind of behaviour, it really stood out to me. Now, your mileage may vary on this, but I’ve heard more than enough stories to make me think it’s more common than I’d like to believe. Here’s the problem: someone likes your work and has followed you for some time. Now that they’re delving into the field themselves…

…well, guess who they come to?

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Adventures in Unemployment

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My best friend just started a blog and she’s flipping awesome at it. She’s comical about serious life issues and she’s an intro-nerd. What more do you want in a blog?!

Originally posted on Tawdry Tales from a Foxy Intro-Nerd:

I’m in the midst of a quarter-life crisis that just doesn’t seem to end. I’m constantly struggling with the idea of “growing up” and what that means to me in the scope of my life. This especially applies to my recent bout of unemployment.

I’ve been unemployed for just about a month now and I absolutely love it. What’s not to love about sleeping for ten hours straight, snacking all day, and playing video games or watching Netflix until you pass out and do it all over again? Oh yeah, that whole not having money thing. That tends to put a damper on things. I felt fairly accomplished: I had beaten two different video games; written some more of my novel; and read a few books, but it was time to get serious about finding a job. Watching my bank account dwindle down lower and lower, and having to refrain…

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Life Rage: This Writer Is Going H.A.M.

Disclaimer: This post contains a heated rant of one extremely repressed writer. If you do not wish to join me on my angry rant, please refer to this adorable video of a Bengal cat playing fetch.

Let me start with the fact that I am naturally an angry person, but a happy angry person. Although that may seem like an oxymoron, it honestly isn’t. You can find me in most situations as an encouraging, optimistic person, who is always will to please others before pleasing herself. But when something angers me, it’s sometimes best to step aside and let the tornado run its course from a safe distance.

My boyfriend is, at times, on the receiving end of my anger, not for something he has done wrong, but by being a spectator in my path of destruction. Sometimes my only healthy source of relieving stress is writing, which leads us to my life rage. From annoying pests to driving in the car, my rage runs deep and true. I welcome any comments: agreeing with the few I’ve listed here, listing some of your own, and even your points for disagreement. All are welcome.

Ants- I want to assure the animal-conscious readers that I don’t willingly loathe any living creature, but ants make it difficult to be humanitarian about the whole “invading my home and bringing diseases onto every surface” situation. Besides the fact that there are 1.5 million ants for each human, a queen can make a million a day. I’m personally not worried about extinction when the below species have made themselves basically invincible.

The bulldog ant will follow you from a meter away, and they’re responsible for deaths every year in Australia. Or how about the Safu or killer ant, who causes elephants to flee before them in addition to having jaws that stay locked into your skin even after the ant is torn off.

These two pale in comparison to the sheer terror I felt last week when I had dozens of big, black carpenter ants swarming my kitchen over night. The physical danger is minimal, I’ll admit. However, the emotional and psychological trauma of finding your home overrun with these invaders is beyond the 1-10 pain scale can categorize.

How did they get in? Why did they chose my home to ransack? And how do I get rid of them? These questions raced through my mind as I ran from one end of the kitchen to the other to catch these greedy, fast-moving pests. The chaos following bordered on apocalyptic proportions. As the lady of the house, I failed miserably inside my head. If I can’t protect my kitchen from these invaders, then how will I make our home, a home? It seems silly to think of a few ants as an invasion, but it angered me to my core. Luckily, the magic of Pintrest allowed me to take back my thunder, restoring my kitchen to its pest-free glory.

Being called Mandy-This one is a simple issue. My name is Amanda. Not Mandy Not Mandie. Amanda. Please don’t call me Mandy because that’s not my name. You can call me Manda, Manders, Manda Panda, Amanda-kiss-n-hug, Manda-lin, etc. It’s less about particularities of my personality, and more about common courtesy. Why do people insist on addressing me by a different version of my name without knowing me or my preferences? It’s like calling someone Bill before they have a chance to tell you they prefer their given William. Just ask if someone has a preferred name before you rudely assume you are best friends and can call people whatever you want.

People who don’t say goodbye on the phone-Another courtesy issue (oh, there are so many) that I’m bothered by at work. As a customer service rep, it is a daily struggle to find common, American etiquette in other people. Please, please, please say good-bye before you hang up the phone. It is the courteous way to let the person on the other line know the conversation is over. Just do it, so I don’t have to wait on the line like a douchebag for another 5+ seconds hoping you’re going to hang up on me. Ugh!

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Writer Rage:

Writers against editors-My only coherent response is—STOP BEING SO PRETENTIOUS! My non-coherent response is rjsdjftjjfdjft.  Translation: I feel an extra special disappointment for all writers who choose to snub an editor. It makes no logical sense to discredit a tried and true aspect of the writing/publishing process. To disregard the input of an editor both in a professional situation and in general conversation is to cheat your characters from reaching their full potential.

Regardless of whether the editor is a friend, stranger, or world-famous, his/her opinions matter. The occupation of editor strives on bringing out the best in the story no matter the cost. It’s not about personal preference or what HAS to be in the book. The editor doesn’t care about the writer’s feelings because it’s not their job to make sure you’re happy. The editor worries about the characters, the overall story and of course, the reader.

Sure, as a writer you should begin every piece writing it for yourself. Yet, if you so choose to publish then it becomes a less selfish act of sharing your personal thoughts and experiences with others. By handing your precious composition off to a trusted source (the editor), you allow your story to be scrutinized and elevated to a level of completeness you couldn’t have imagined. In addition, it helps lend credibility to your work when you don’t have glaring grammatical mistakes, spelling errors, or giant plot holes. Editors are a writer’s friend. They give you the unbiased, critical support your story needs when you get too close. Gah!

So, there is my current life rage. There are many more, which I chose to save for another post, and instead I will show off my newly painted cell phone case, which happens to be modeled after my rather snazzy new domain/brand-The Spotted Writer. I feel like I am on my way towards success with a little piece of merch to go with my blog. Check it out!

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Happy Reading/Writing!

 

 

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Have You Ever Been Struck by Lightning?

amyoung0606:

Love knowing that others share the shock when a new idea comes in to your brain.

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Not literally – though if you have literally been struck by lightning you can answer that question, too – but have you ever had an idea so explosive and exciting pop into your head that you felt you just had to go with it?

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I have to admit that this does not happen to me very often.  Ideas pop into my head all the time, and I have a few organized files where I make sure to write them down so that I can come back to them later (read: never).  But being hit by an idea that you just can’t ignore is something special, and I think that I’ve only had it happen to me twice.

The first time was about four years ago, when I had an idea for a four book series that I am still completely obsessed with.  It’s been running around my head ever since, but I’m not…

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Are celebrities our new gods?

amyoung0606:

So accurate and disturbing. Must read.

Originally posted on honeythatsok:

As a curious atheist with only an academic interest in religion I have over some time now come up with the following working theory: celebrities are modern day gods. I think it makes perfect sense. I mean, it really is the only way to explain the amount of coverage someone like Kim Kardashian is able to receive in a time where we have so many actual problems facing our existence on this planet.

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We have more media than ever before, for the first time in history being published doesn’t cost anything. We have phones, tablets, computers, TV and radio are still hanging in there – all designed to give us lightening fast access to information. And wouldn’t you say about roughly 70% of that time spent on these devices is spent talking about ourselves (Facebook), improving our image (Instagram) and gossiping about celebrities and the latest corporate media distraction/sensation?

How…

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TV’s strong heroines

amyoung0606:

Such a fantastic explanation of my feelings on the female characters that has graced the screen!

Originally posted on honeythatsok:

It’s no secret that I love storytellers. They come in all forms; writers, filmmakers, journalists, musicians, painters, photographers. It is the basis for this blog – that the stories we tell ourselves shape the way we live our lives, and so they are very important. The question is what kind of stories are we exposed to? What were the stories that shaped my core that holds the beliefs after which I construct the world around me? Do my stories correspond to those of the people around me enough so we can co-exist peacefully together? In many places around the world the stories people tell themselves cause very real conflicts leading to suffering, plights and death. Politics is about making your beliefs into a reality that benefits the majority of the people living in that area, but leaving enough liberty for those who do not agree with you to also live…

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