Showing posts with label Society. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Society. Show all posts
March 1, 2014

My Oscar Predictions

In just about 24 hours, they'll start handing out a set of Oscars.  This year the contest is truly a contest, with knockout performances everywhere you look, so many that some couldn't make it into the top five (regarding Oprah and Forrest not making the cut, it's a better year to be African than African-American--not that that helped Idris much).  I'm predicting fabulous ratings for ABC.



I've only seen one of the nominated films and performances (that of Sandra Bullock in Gravity), but I won't let a little thing like that stop me from predicting how the Academy will vote (that's what I'm doing here, not expressing my own hopes).  Multiple factors are involved in the awarding of Oscars, and the singular all-around best is only part of it.  The winners are voted on by people, and human nature has been around a heck of a lot longer than those statuettes.

Here goes:

Best Picture:  Twelve Years a Slave.  Oscar loves historical movies, and while last year it went away from the norm when Lincoln lost to Argo, I still believe that Steve McQueen's painful and difficult to watch (which is why I haven't seen it yet) yet valuable and important film has a shot to win. If Gravity wins, there will be cries of foul similar to 1997, when a movie with superior special effects (Titanic) and a very ordinary plot won over an intricately plotted, stylish film (L.A. Confidential).  

Best Director:  The guy who directed Gravity.  Just a hunch.  I think this is the Academy's way of splitting the acclaim in a tightly contested field.  But I won't feel too sorry for Steve McQueen if he doesn't win this time; I believe there is an Oscar in his future.  Incidentally, the director of Gravity was born in Mexico, so a win by him would also represent an ethnic first.

Best Actor:  Matthew McConaughey.  I believe he picked up Golden Globe and the the SAG Award for his performance in Dallas Buyer's Club.  Besides, the Academy loves it when actors lose weight for a role (witness Robert DeNiro in Raging Bull and Tom Hanks in Philadelphia, both Oscar-winning performances).  A wild card:  Bruce Dern.  The Academy loves old actors at the end of long careers, bu they usually give these honors in the Supporting category.  Sometimes excellent performances do cancel each other out and a dark horse walks away with the gold (witness Judy Holliday winning Best Actress over Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard (whom I thought should have won), Bette Davis in All About Eve, and Anne Baxter in All About Eve; and Joel Grey winning Best Supporting Actor for Cabaret over The Godfather triumvirate of Al Pacino, Robert Duvall, and James Caan). If the Academy splits over Matthew, Chiwetel Ejiofor, and Leonardo DiCaprio, Bruce could slip in...    

Best Actress:  Cate Blanchett, simply because she seems to be the favorite.

Best Supporting Actor:  Jared Leto.  He played a transgender AIDS patient, a good role way for the Academy to show they're politically correct.  Did I mention they love it when an actor drops significant weight for a part?  Fortunately, their preference for old guys with long careers (I think this explains Samuel L. Jackson's Pulp Fiction loss to Martin Landau and Eddie Murphy's Dreamgirls loss to Alan Arkin) isn't an issue, since all of this year's nominees are fairly young.

Best Supporting Actress:  Lupita Nyong'o.  Jennifer Lawrence's momentum is building, but I think Lupita has a stronger shot.  She is quickly becoming a fashion icon, which is in stark contrast to her role as a slave and a silent nod the magnitude of her acting talents.

I'll check in after the awards tomorrow night to see how I did...and if you have any predictions, I'd love to hear them!
July 12, 2013

Anatomy of an eBook:  Secrets & Sins

Now that Love Will Follow is published and I've re-published A Love of Her Own, I'm busy working on my women's fiction project, Secrets & Sins.  Most of the action of this story takes place in present-day Zion, Illinois, and Pleasant Prairie, Kenosha, and Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with flashback scenes to mid-century Chicago, other scenes take place in the fictitious town of Eighty-Eight, Mississippi, which I've come to think of as my little town (I heard the Simon and Garfunkel song with that title on satellite radio the other day).

I've actually changed the name of my little town several times. It's important that it have just the right name, because while it doesn't play a major role in Secrets & Sins, it will be the setting of a series of books I'm planning to write after its introduction.  The South in general is known for having towns with unusual names (Due West, South Carolina; Evening Shade, Arkansas).  Mississippi has a boatload of nutty names, like Itta Bena and my personal favorite, Whynot.  There is a reason for the name Eighty-Eight, which you'll see in the finished book.

Six years ago, my husband and I took a "blues vacation."  We went down to Clarksdale, Mississippi, and Memphis, Tennessee, and listed to some authentic (and fabulous!) blues.  We were only in Mississippi for two days, but I remember my first look at miles and miles of cotton fields along Highway 61 (a sight I won't ever forget), the dozens of casinos in the Tunica area, and the pleasant surprise at seeing African-American law enforcement officers in an area where less than 50 years ago, crimes against blacks were openly ignored by police and sheriffs.  When I visited the Clarksdale Walmart I asked the manager to announce that I was in the store, since they had a healthy supply of my print titles.  People came to the book section to meet me, and I sold all the books they had in stock, some to shoppers and some to store employees.  I knew then that I wanted to set a small town series in that area.  My personal family roots (the Southern ones) are in North Carolina, but there is not a dearth of people from there living in the Midwest (most people from this area escaped to the Northeast).  Besides, looking at those cotton fields and huge oak trees, you can't help but feel the history in the air.  The racial discord and the emergence of the so-called "New" Mississippi--even Myrlie Evers-Williams returned to the area to teach at one of the colleges over 40 years after her first husband, Medgar Evers, was shot to death in the driveway of their Jackson home--provides groundwork for dozens of stories. 

When I did research, I decided to set my little town not in the Clarksdale area, but closer to the college town of Cleveland, 35 miles away.  The problem is, I've never been to Cleveland, and while we are planning to stop in Clarksdale on our way to our family reunion in New Orleans and take in some more live blues at the local juke joints (and munch on the wonderful catfish BLT sandwiches at Morgan Freeman's Ground Zero Blues Club), we won't have time for a side trip to Cleveland.  So, in essence, I'll be writing about a place where I've never been.

In fiction, it always drives me crazy when I see small towns that are entirely self-sufficient, where it isn't necessary to leave the town limits, no matter what service is needed, which is highly unlikely in real life.  For this reason, it's important that I get a feel for the real area, specifically the city of Cleveland.  In Mississippi, towns are really small, I mean hundreds of people, not thousands, and there are usually no chain stores.  The Internet is a huge help in capturing the essence of the area.  For instance, the stores of the Target chain in Mississippi are located mostly in the northern and Gulf coast areas of the state.  There are no Targets in Cleveland, although there is a Walmart.  General services, like hospitals, are easy to identify as well.  Just this morning I wrote a flashback scene taking place at the Bolivar Medical Center.  It occurred to me that in 1995 (the year of my flashback), the medical center might have been called something else.  I went to the hospital's website and looked up their history, and sure enough, it didn't take on its current name until 1997.    
    
The absolute best way to capture the feel of a place you're writing about, though, also involves the Internet:  reading their  local newspaper.  Obituaries and wedding announcements that go into detail (not the ones with just a few sentences) about the lives of the parties involved can be particularly useful.  I'm tickled to see how many elderly people from Cleveland, Mississippi, who pass away have children living locally, but also in the Greater Chicago area...northwest Indiana, the north and south suburbs, the city itself, and in my area of southeast Wisconsin.  That lends a special air of realism for me.

So there are my research tips. Welcome to my little town.  I hope you'll want to read about it.
April 20, 2013

Observations from Bettye-ville

Here are some observations I've made this week:


  • Joint efforts can be powerful...as evidenced by the swift identification and capture of the suspects of the Boston Marathon Bombing by local and federal authorities, and the lockdown of the metro area by the governor, mayor, and local authorities to keep residents safe.  Bravo!
  • That said, one week ago there were many more healthy people, alive and with all their limbs, than there are this week.  May God rest those who perished in the bombing and heal those who were injured.  I think we all hurt from this, but these people's lives are changed forever.
  • The terrifying events in the Boston area were the leading story, but let us not forget the natural (as opposed to man-made) disaster in Texas.  That community has been decimated; it will take years to recover, if it ever does.  Not only are houses destroyed, but the air quality is damaged.  Remember them in your prayers.
  • It must truly be springtime in Wisconsin--the roads are torn up with detours everywhere, roads are closed to accommodate flooded streets, and the bikers are gathering by the dozens in the parking lot of Harley-Davidson.  Before you know it motorists will be hearing people screaming on the roller coasters as they drive past Six Flags Great America across the Illinois border.
  • NookPress is a pain in the ass.  I remember rolling my eyes when I read that if you want to re-upload your book file you first have to take it off sale, then re-upload the new version.  No more simply uploading a new version and having it become effective 12 hours later.  It takes hours just for the original file to be removed.  I found out firsthand how disruptive this is when I noticed that the cover art for my new prequel, Lost That Lovin' Feeling, was picked up twice I'm not liking this...
  • Most of the people who accepted my invitation to read Lost That Lovin' Feeling prior to publication and put reviews up right away have already done so on its Amazon product page.  Why didn't I do this sooner?
Until next time!  How are things in your world?
January 25, 2013

Anything for a Like?

"I'm looking for some likes."

"If you like my page, I'll like yours in return."


I see requests and offers like the ones above all the time on Facebook. Every time I see this, I have to wonder, what's the point? Do the number of likes really matter that much? What purpose does it serve having people you don't even know liking your page? Why would anyone blindly agree to like someone's page whose work or product they know nothing about in exchange for them to like yours, whether they know anything about you or not? Do appearances really count for that much?
Someone help me out here; I really can't wrap my brain around this type of thinking, and I'm seeing these types of requests more and more frequently. Amazon's taking the number of likes into consideration when determining whether a a book will or won't be a recommended purchase has only added to the wild solicitation for likes...but whatever happened to honesty and sincerity? Surely there are others besides me who only want those who've actually read and enjoyed my books to like my publisher page or my page on Amazon?


I have about 320 people who like my Facebook publisher page, but every one of them is genuinely interested Bunderful Books, because I have only approached those Facebook friends whom I don't know personally (whom I presume befriended me because they've read my books) or those whom I do know who read my books. What do I care if I come off looking like the proverbial red-headed stepchild no one wants to play with? For me the key word is genuine.  I want the diamonds.  I'm not interested in cubic zirconia.

Do you think it's better to have 1000 or more likes from people who couldn't care less about your product, or 100 likes from people who have an authentic interest in it?

January 21, 2013


Grateful


I can't think of a better way to express how pleased I am that the first black President is taking the oath of office on the day designated by the Federal Government in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. than by posting this photograph:



Dare to dream!

November 9, 2012

Is this what it takes to sell a CD these days?

I freely admit I made a face when I saw this new Diana Krall CD being advertised on TV.  For those of you unfamiliar with Ms. Krall, she is a respected jazz pianist and vocalist.  On this cover she looks anything but respectable.

There was a time not too long ago--probably less than 15 years--when women dressed up to look like streetwalkers on their CD covers, but then it went away.  I hope this isn't the start of a trend.


Mothers, don't let your daughters grow up to be singers...
August 16, 2012

Good service appreciated

My husband and I were very annoyed when the Check Engine light began staying on for long periods in our SUV, which we bought the end of last year and even after all these months has less than 25K miles on its odometer, with both occurrences happening during road trips. We purchased a warranty through the dealer, Carmax, and I brought it in for servicing. I was already unhappy when I drove over at the appointed time, for I had to wait six business days to get an appointment, and by then the light had gone out. From there it was all...well, uphill.

The young man who met me in the service area listened to my concern about the long lag time in being able to get an appointment, apologized for the delay, and assured me that if they were unable to diagnose a problem, they would not charge me the deductible.  I immediately relaxed.

After about 45 minutes (which I spent editing, of course, from the binder I'd brought with me), he reappeared and explained that the problem was one the manufacturer knew about via a bulletin to repair shops, and that the repairs would be fully covered by them as sort of an unofficial recall.  I would not even have to pay the deductible.  The service employee further explained that because it was a manufacturer issue, they would be the ones responsible for the repair, not Carmax.  I was pleasantly surprised when he said they would be happy to transport the car to the dealer they work with at no extra charge, as well as pick it up when it was ready (no small matter; the dealer they work with is in Milwaukee, a 30- to 45-minute drive from Kenosha), inform them of the diagnostic findings and follow up on the progress of the repairs on my behalf. When I consented, he said all I had to do was choose a loaner vehicle.  In ten minutes I was driving off the lot.

I have often been on the receiving end of absolutely appalling service, and the courteous, efficient manner in which my problem was treated was refreshing.  Whenever I receive bad service I always let a person of authority know about it (the manager of our local J.C. Penney never wants to see my face again), and I decided that this works both ways.  After I got home I placed a call to the general manager and commended his employee.  They are not collecting a dime from me because the responsibility lies with the manufacturer, yet they offered to transport my car and inform the dealer, rather than telling me, well, where to go.  I thought that was just wonderful.

You know what?  It felt good to give someone credit for a job well done.  I just wish I had cause to do this more often.

How about you? Have you ever complained about bad service, or praised good service? Which do you have cause to do more often?
July 22, 2012
Behave!

Recently, I’ve heard quite a bit about authors behaving badly, both online and at a recent literary event I attended.  Those who have witnessed this find it distressing, a black mark on the literary community.

There’s no such thing as an Author Code of Conduct, but if there were, these would be my suggestions:
In general:
1) Be dignified.  Sure, we all want to sell books, but there’s a way to do it without looking desperate.  If you’re traditionally published, consider following the example of many traditionally published authors as they inform readers that first-week book sales, just like opening weekend receipts for a movie, are crucial, and that they hope readers who are planning to read the book anyway will either place a preorder or get it within a week after publication.  Doesn’t that sound gracious?  On the other hand, saying something like, “Please buy my book, or my publisher is going to kick me to the curb,” or even (for indie authors who don’t have that first-week pressure to contend with but want sales nevertheless) “Please buy my book,” sounds too much like…begging.
2) I have not witnessed this behavior myself, but I’ve heard it said that authors have been known to publicly accuse other authors of getting all their friends to write favorable reviews of their books.  Well, so what if they do?  Is that really any of our business?  Does this affect us directly?  So why bother with it?  The best thing a writer can do is concentrate on their own career, not somebody else’s.  Positive reviews are definitely a good thing, but the number that counts more than anything else is the number of net units sold, not the number of "likes," not the number of reviews, or any other number. 

3) If you have encounters with other authors who act like they don’t want to be bothered or are otherwise less than pleasant, just get away from them pronto.  I remember my own encounters with a writing colleague, who never failed to make a catty remark within 30 seconds of “hello” to remind me that they were miles ahead of me…with all the subtlety of the lights of the Las Vegas Strip.  It happened with never-failing predictability, and I found it quite amusing, because I never considered myself to be in competition with that writer or any other.  But their behavior gave me an idea for a book about people who felt they had to own bigger, better, and more expensive belongings than anyone else and who really had to scramble when wealthy people moved into the neighborhood.  That result, my first novel of women’s fiction called The People Next Door (and its sequel, Trouble Down The Road), made me a nice amount of change and attracted attention from film producers (even if it went nowhere, as these things often do), and many readers wrote to comment on it, saying they had neighbors just like that.  Too bad I can’t thank the source for the part they played in that success.  Just remember, you’re a writer.  Everyone is material for a book…the good, the bad, and especially the unpleasant and the tripsters like my colleague…who often make the best characters.
On social networking sites:

1) Promoting your books is fine, but constant (as in daily or even several times a day) tweets about your book will likely be considered nuisances by those following you.
2) If you befriend someone and they accept you, don’t go to their wall and post promo about your book.  That’s just rude.  It’s much better to send them a private message.  If you feel you absolutely have to post on people’s walls, ask for permission first, but don’t be surprised (and don’t get into a snit and shoot off a nasty message) if you’re turned down.

3) Likewise, don’t start sending chat messages to your friends about your book. Annoying with a capital A. Let them do their networking in peace.
4) If you join a group, be sure to see what type of group it is.  Some groups are nothing more than a place to post book promo.  Others have stringent rules about times to when this can be done to keep from becoming little more than places to post book promo.  If the group is active, plan to participate at least minimally.  Simply popping in to advertise your book, even on days when it is allowed, and never joining in conversations is like saying, “I could care less about this group; I just want all of you to buy my book.”  Sometimes members ask questions specifically targeted at authors.  As for posting about your book on a daily or several-times-a-week basis, this is definitely on the wrong side of the “pest” line, and that is why some groups have instituted strict guidelines about which days people can post promo in the first place.  Make sure you look at them before you start posting.

5) If a group contains both authors and readers and books are openly discussed, don’t go off the deep end if someone says they weren’t crazy about your book. (This is presuming the statement is made diplomatically, i.e., “It wasn’t my cup of tea,” vs. something insulting like, “That book was a piece of crap.”)  I personally believe that most readers will take the high road and be honest without being offensive.  If you want to respond, it’s best to limit your remarks to acknowledging their feelings and perhaps your own disappointment that they didn’t like it.  No need to be apologetic about your work (remember your dignity!); the simple truth is that every book is not for every reader.  And please refrain from defending or trying to explain your work; that isn’t going to make them change their mind and doesn’t reflect particularly well on you.  Most groups enjoy having authors participate, but bad behavior will get us banned.
For book retail sites:

1) If you’re reissuing a backlist title, be sure to disclose this to readers.  Avid readers who devour several books a week won’t always recognize a book with a new cover as one they’ve read before.  Others will recognize it and will want to put the electronic version on their eReader, but if they don’t, why risk antagonizing them?  Be upfront with readers and let them decide whether they want to order the electronic version or not.  These days angry readers will slam you with 1-star reviews for what they perceive as your trying to pull a fast one…and there’s nothing you can do to justify it.

2) Learn this mantra:  “Everyone is not going to like my book…Everyone is not going to like my book…”  Repeat ten times.  In that vein, let me say this:  All reviews you receive will not be glowing.  Refrain from responding to negative reviews; if you absolutely must, limit your remarks to acknowledgments and expressions of disappointment only, as stated above in the social media section.  It’s never a bad thing for readers to think of you as a gracious, even if they didn’t care for your book.

3) Sometimes reviews simply aren’t fair.  It burns me when I see an author slammed unfairly, i.e., they clearly state in the product description that it is a short story or a novelette/novella and readers give them low ratings “because it was short,” or when they make it clear this is a backlist title being re-published and readers slam them because they’ve already read the book (but we’re talking about authors behaving badly today, not readers, so let’s move along).  This hasn’t happened to me as of this date, but I would strongly advise to simply take the high road, at least in public.  In private, by all means let loose with a string of expletives, but please hold back on issuing a public response.  Consider contacting the retailer to consider removing the review, pointing out that the review is invalid because the information they claim was missing was there but somehow not seen.  Don’t get a friend to respond to the reviewer on your behalf.  And do I even have to say that asking your readers to attack the reviewer is the behavior of a third-grader, not of a responsible adult?

In conclusion, always remember that writing is supposed to be a professional occupation.  Please give it (and yourself) the respect it deserves. 
June 3, 2012

Time Passes

Last week, while watching the crime movie Bonnie and Clyde on Turner Classic Movies, the Nineteen Thirties seemed like a very long time ago. It was a time of old-fashioned cars that could be jumpstarted in a heartbeat, banks had no Federal insurance against robbery and failure, and the simple act of crossing a state line often protected criminals from prosecution.

Then it occurred to me that the action in the movie, set in 1931-34, took place approximately 35 years before the film was released in 1967...and that 45 years have passed since that day when the 10-year-old me went to see it in the theater with my friends.

After allowing myself a few minutes to feel ancient, I started thinking again.  A 10-year-old in 1934 might have read newspaper accounts of how Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were killed in a shootout on a lonely road in Louisiana, then gone off to the movies, paid their dime, and seen an afternoon of flicks like It Happened One Night, The Thin Man, Imitation of Life (the original version with Claudette Colbert and Louise Beavers), or Manhattan Melodrama (the last movie John Dillinger saw before he was gunned down outside the Biograph Theater in Chicago on a hot July night that same year).  That same 10-year-old would have been 43 years old when Bonnie and Clyde was released, and in those 33 years had seen the Dust Bowl, the attack on Pearl Harbor, four long years of the war effort, the atomic bomb, the postwar baby and building boom, the rise of Communism, the birth of rock and roll, the civil rights movement, the Kennedy assassination. But what stands out most of all to me are all the social changes that went on in that time...rising hemlines, working mothers, escalating drug use, cohabitation, the Pill.

That 43-year-old may have found it shocking how much life had changed in their lifetime.  Well-dressed women and men never went out without a hat on their heads (and I don't mean baseball caps).  Going to a casino called for elegant dress, not shorts and gym shoes (think of James Bond sailing through a casino in his tuxedo).  Women who worked outside the home were either single mothers, just out of school or newlyweds before the first baby came, empty nesters, or old maids.  Many people still distrusted banks and kept their money tucked between their mattress and box spring.  Good girls tried to hold out for marriage before having sex, and it was terrifying for them and shameful for their families if they didn't and became pregnant.  Wearing pants to church (for women, that is), was unheard of.  It took real skill for married folks to limit the sizes of their families.  The rise of nudity in films made drive-in movies, visible from the road, had to be careful what films they showed. 

Sometimes I think the world has changed more in terms of lifestyle in the period between the 1930s and the 1960s than it has in all the years since, during which most changes are related to technology, not social mores.

What do you think?           
April 14, 2012

Partial Disclosure

I'm tired of people manipulating facts to give a different impression of events or situations.  I have several examples of this, most of which have occurred in the past week:

As a writer, I have to begin with the publishers who reissue books with different covers and try to bury the fact that it is a reissued title in the fine print at the end.  This is particularly galling when they publish $20 hardcover versions of previously paperback novels (some dating back 20 or more years!) that can be bought at used book stores for $1.  When readers see a newly available hardcover title, they do not expect it to be a reissue.  I have seen authors get unfairly skewered when this deception is done by the publisher...most of the time.  Which brings me to...

As authors receive rights to their previously published books and issue eBook versions, most do not indicate that these are reissues.  Some are forced by the terms of their old contracts to change the titles of the same book but deliberately do not mention its previously published status in the book description.  I'm sorry, but this is just plain sneaky.  What satisfaction can there be in tricking people to buying your book?

Regarding current events, I'll begin with the despicable act of a network audio technician, who edited out part of the conversation George Zimmerman had with a police dispatcher when he called to report a suspicious person in the neighborhood.  That person was, of course, the late Trayvon Martin.  We all know that this young man ended up dead.  I personally believe this was a case of racial profiling based on Zimmerman's near-pathologic desire not to let him "get away"--like the others who he mentioned in the conversation as always getting away--but that technician edited the tape to make it appear that Zimmerman's impressions (which are damning, given that the young man carried only candy and a drink) of the stranger looking like he was "up to no good" and like he might be high on drugs were immediately followed by the words, "and he's black."  The truth was that those last three words were not spoken until several minutes later, and were in response to a question from the dispatcher.  The edit made Zimmerman's words seem even more inflammatory than they really were, and I see no reason for this other than a desire to incite tensions that were already running high.  This technician has since been fired.  I think he deserved to be...and I hope that anyone else in this position takes dramatic license with audio to give a deliberate misconception remembers what happened to this man.

Speaking of the Trayvon Martin murder, there was a lot of righteous indignation from people who criticized the President for "speaking out" on this topic.  Never in their outrage did they express that the President did not voluntarily make a statement, but rather made his very empathetic and sensitively phrased remarks in response to a question at a Rose Garden press conference that had been scheduled before the details of this tragic murder became the #1 news story.  The President knew he would be asked to comment, and he had his words ready.  Would these people have preferred it if the President refused to answer the question?  That sounds like something that wannabe Mitt Romney would do.

Governor Romney's staff, on the other hand, was not prepared when they were asked a question about his stance on the Equal Pay (AKA Lily Ledbetter) Act.  Luckily for him, the Governor had the opportunity to create a diversion from his own unpreparedness in what became a leading news story in the past few days.  I am speaking of the Hilary Rosen comments about Ann Romney not being the ideal person for the Romney campaign to point to as understanding women's economic concerns.  Yes, it was a poorly phrased comment (or at least the first part of it):

"His wife has actually never worked a day in her life. She's never really dealt with the kinds of economic issues that a majority of the women in this country are facing."

The firestorm that erupted from this was just unbelievable, as everyone from the President on down focused only on the first sentence and totally ignored the second, including, 95% of the time, the media.  Even a fifth grader would know Hilary Rosen's intent was not to denigrate stay-at-home moms, but to point out that Ann Romney never had to worry about how to make those mortgage and car payments, how to pay for things like mortgages, cars, the kids' college tuition, and everyday expenses like new shoes and soccer leagues.  Today's woman has to cope with rising gas prices that cut into their food budgets, plus rising food prices, wondering and worrying where all this extra money is coming from to maintain the same standard of living. 

Those who were so morally outraged were quick to paint Rosen as a member of the President's campaign staff, which she is not...yet another case of deliberate misleading from people with an agenda. 

White House staffers were as quick to distance themselves from Rosen as they would be to get out of a burning building, with David Axelrod declaring that the remarks were "offensive and inappropriate."  While I really can't disagree with him, I do feel he could have come to Rosen's defense.  Even if he reminded the public that the current administration feels that candidate's family members should be off limits (a wise position, in my opinion), he still could have said added that he didn't feel that Rosen's ill-chosen words were meant to demean stay-at-home moms because of the rest of her statement, thus reminding the public of the full context of Rosen's observations, before declining to discuss the matter further based on the administration's policy.

Vice President Biden also concentrated only on Rosen's first sentence, sprouting some politically correct rhetoric about how he wants his daughter to be able to choose whether to be a stay-at-home mom or to work outside the home (I half expected him to declare that America is a free country, since he's talking pointless jibberish that we all already know).  This is a man who has on more than one occasion put his foot in his mouth...he couldn't say something in Rosen's defense?

As for the First Lady's tweet that all women should be respected again only addresses the first sentence of Rosen's remarks and easily could have been left out of the equation entirely.

But most disappointing of all for me was President Obama declaring that "motherhood is the hardest job there is."  Really, Mr. President?  Hilary Rosen, a mother herself, probably had no idea (yes, I'm being sarcastic).  I would have a lot more respect for the President had he simply stated his well-known belief about candidates' family members being off limits and changed the subject, keeping that sanctimonious, self-serving statement to himself.  I am ashamed that these men all chose to abandon Rosen like a sinking ship.  Rosen ended up apologizing, which was all right with me because of the words she used, but it was a spirited apology, expressing regret at her word choice while simultaneously emphasizing her true intent, standing by it if not her original words. Apparently this did not satisfy someone (perhaps the person who signs her checks), because Friday morning there was a second apology that had no fire to it at all.  She sounded as wimpy as the President did.  I could practically see her tail wagging between her legs.  This made me very sad.

Everybody knows damn well what Hilary Rosen meant, even though as late as Friday morning (I turned off the political discussion shows) it was either being addressed gingerly or with faux confusion  (a political analyst on MSNBC said this morning that he was "still trying to figure out" what she meant). I don't understand why everyone is pussyfooting around the clear intent.  No one can be that dumb where they can't grasp the meaning of the two sentences that appear above, ill-chosen words or not.  If that's all it takes to be a political analyst, I'm going to apply.

Finally, it occurred to me that I have not watched the Today show since the day they brought in Sarah Palin to be a sort-of guest host.  Instead I've kept Morning Joe on for that third hour.  It wasn't until I found myself tuning in to Good Morning America that I realize I'd made an unconscious decision not to watch Today anymore.  In probing my thoughts further, I realized that Palin's constant references to the President as "Obama" while the on-camera talent fell all over themselves to address her as "Governor" really grated on my nerves and was the final turn-off for me (it's also not much fun watching the somewhat strained interaction between anchors Matt Lauer and Ann Curry, but that's a topic for another day).  I doubt that there's anyone in the country who doesn't know that Palin resigned from her elected office for various money-making opportunities, while the man she calls "Obama" is still the President, but it sure sounded as if they were trying to make people believe she is still a governor and that he is someone who simply wants to be President of the United States.  I have no problem with utilizing the titles of former elected officials, but only when they complete their terms in office.  I saw this as an attempt at manipulation no different from the others that I've mentioned, with the exception that this fooled no one.

Here's to full disclosure in the future...and while I doubt this will happen, at least the world knows I'm on to the games people play!
November 12, 2011

I guess if you build it they really will come...

The deals of Black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving) have been a part of American life for many years now, with some people camping out all night in the cold to be among the first to grab special early morning deals.  In recent years there have been reports of violence erupting, which I suspect that in these tough economic times might continue as cash-strapped customers desperate to provide a nice holiday for their children go to extremes.

This year the stores themselves can be accused of going to extremes.  Some stores, like Kmart and Toys R Us, have been open on Thanksgiving Day in recent years during morning and afternoon hour, offering bargains to lure shoppers in.  This year more stores than ever are moving up their store openings to midnight on Black Friday:  Target, Macy's, Best Buy, and Kohl's among them.  Walmart, not to be beaten, is opening stores as early as 10PM Thanksgiving night.

I personally don't think this is a good idea.  Not only does it rob the store employees of the opportunity to enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday with their families and friends, but it also cuts into consumer family life, with people excusing themselves after that apple pie a la mode to go to bed until it's time to get up to go shopping.  So much for after-dinner conversation.  I did all my shopping online last year after Thanksgiving and got wonderful bargains and free shipping to my local store...and I didn't even have to get dressed to do it.

There's a thin line between a desire to be first and a fanatical drive to do so.  I mean, isn't 4 and 5AM early enough?  Must stores really feel it necessary to cut into the actual Thanksgiving holiday?

Of course, if no one showed up the stores would have no reason to open so early.  As Thanksgiving weekend approaches, I find myself thinking, wouldn't it be a victory for home and hearth if the stores opened at 10PM and midnight and no one showed up until 5AM?

I know, I know.  Fat chance of that happening.  But I find it a lovely thought nonetheless...

Will you be shopping in the stores on Black Friday?
October 8, 2011

The Week in Review

Chris Christie is not running for President, and neither (gasp!) is Sarah Palin.  It's looking more and more likely that the eventual Republican nominee will likely be one of the currently declared candidates.  Good news for the Democrats, in my opinion.  No one has really caught fire.

Rick Perry's hunting grounds continue to be discussed.  I personally found it ironic that Herman Cain spoke out against it.  I mean, Godfather Pizza is not exactly an ethnically sensitive name, is it?

The Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth passed away at the ripe old age of 89.  This in itself is miraculous for a man who had more physical attacks directed at him than anyone else in the Civil Rights Movement, including a bomb that went off in his bedroom over 50 years ago, at which time his mattress curved around him and saved his life.  He spoke his mind and was rarely wrong.  Some will say it wasn't fair that Rev. Shuttlesworth's death was overshadowed by that of Steve Jobs a few hours later, but the reverend wasn't about the fame game.  Even during his accomplishments as a pivotal figure in the movement, he took a back seat to MLK, Abernathy, and others.  But he outlived them all, surviving long enough to become a revered figure in Birmingham, the city once so hostile to him.  The city renamed its airport Birmingham-Shuttlesworth in 2008.  He lived long enough to see Barack Obama become the first black President the same year.  Fred Shuttlesworth's efforts for black Americans to live their lives with dignity and the rights automatically granted to other Americans will never be forgotten.

Steve Jobs' life was 33 years shorter than that of Rev. Shuttlesworth, but Jobs crammed many accomplishments into the 56 years he was given.  He remained active in technology development while living with the pancreatic cancer that eventually killed him.  Like the reverend, Jobs could be obstinate and argumentative..and like the reverend, he got the job done.  This child given up for adoption at birth, who later dropped out of college, will go down in history as an innovator in the vein of old-time greats Edison and Ford.

Two losses for America. Two gains for Democrats.  Let time march on...


The Kindness of Strangers

This morning, like many people in this region where a blizzard is coming, I planned to go to the supermarket to pick up a few stock items. It did snow a little last night, but the winds are so fierce that it really didn't stick to anything...or so I thought. As I backed out of my driveway, I promptly got stuck in a drift at the curb I hadn't previously noticed.

While shoveling the snow from around my tires, I noticed a car slow down as it passed, but since I didn't recognize the car, I didn't look too closely. A few minutes later a man approached on foot and offered assistance. He quickly assessed my situation and determined that the snow around one particular wheel was keeping me stuck. He took the shovel and had me out of there in about two minutes.

It turned out that he lives in the house on the corner of the side street, and it was he who had driven by and saw I was stuck. I explained that I had called just last week to have our snowblower serviced (my husband couldn't get it started) and that they hadn't been to pick it up yet because they're backlogged. He made the incredibly kind offer to bring his snowblower around to get rid of that snow drift for me, since I was on my way out and he was about to do his property anyway. When I came back he had cleared not only that hump of snow at the curb, but also some smaller piles in our driveway.

That was so kind of him. I never even saw this man before (and trust me, when you're African-American living in a city where just 7% of the population is that minority, you tend to notice these things).

I'm going to pick up a gift certificate for him from Subway. The least I can do is buy him lunch, and give him an autographed book to give to his wife. But what makes me feel so warm and fuzzy is that this stranger went out of his way. When I failed to look up as he drove by, he trudged around the corner to offer assistance. In this day and age, when the news is full of news about cruel acts...well, it just makes me get misty-eyed.

Has anyone done you a real kindness lately? And have you done a kindness for someone lately?

P.S. About that blizzard...before I set out for the store, I made arrangements to have our property plowed when it's over tomorrow. I can handle a snowfall of 6 or 7 inches, but any more than that and it's time to call in the big guns.


Contrition and Redemption . . . and he's still a young man

I saw part of Michael Vick's news conference this morning as he reported for training with his new team, the Philadelphia Eagles.

There's going to be a lot of controversy about his return to the NFL after his horrendous activities came to light. I hope this young man realizes that if he didn't possess a great talent that can help his team make money and win the top prize, he may well not have been given this second chance. He certainly seemed geuninely contrite about his past actions, and equally appreciative of this second chance. I hope he can successfully rebound, and I wish him success ... it's not going to be easy for him, and it will take a strong spirit not to crack under the heckling that is bound to happen from spectators.

I pray Michael Vick will become an upstanding citizen, and I say God bless Tony Dungy for stepping forward to help him.

Have a good weekend, everybody!


My friend(s) Bettye/Bette (and a guest blog, too!)

Those of you who know me know I never did much in terms of online networking, other than my blog and an occasional guest blog or online chat, simply because there were too many of them out there, and there isn't time to do that and write, too. My personal editor, Kim, suggested that I join Facebook for more exposure, which was easy enough where it would only take about ten minutes of my time, so I bit the bullet and set up a profile.

I must say I'm getting a kick out of reconnecting with old friends and fellow authors I haven't seen in a while. But I'm also meeting new people. Anyone who has ever looked for anyone on Facebook is probably aware of how many people out there have the same name, and two of my new friends are Bettye Griffin and Bette Griffen.

Bettye was aware of me, as people have asked her over the years if she's the novelist. Bette learned about me when she noticed there were two more of us out there with the same name and saw I was a writer.

I always knew there was at least one other Bettye Griffin out there; someone is listed on Amazon as having written a book with a copyright back in 1980 (no, I did not write the book Family to Family). But it's really swivvy to learn that there are two more whom I never would have known about otherwise, since we're all in different parts of the country. I'm so pleased to have met both ladies, and you can bet if I ever get to their respective neck of the woods I'll see if we can meet for lunch!

Incidentally, I'm doing a guest blog today about writer obsession (but it's not creepy, I promise) over at Love Is An Exploding Cigar. Please drop by later (it's not yet posted as I write this at 7AM Central Time) and leave a comment for a chance to win an autographed copy of Save The Best For Last!


Juneteenth, one day late

It had been my intention to post an acknowledgment of Juneteenth on the blog yesterday. The observation of this historic occurrence has spread from its original location of Texas to all over the U.S. (an annual festival is held up in Milwaukee, for example).

Unfortunately, some wild weather hit Southeastern Wisconsin last night. A tornado touched down at the local airport, less than a mile from our house. Heavy rains and lightning and swift-moving, large black clouds that looked like they came out of a movie made for a scary experience. And while my job (where I was until 9:30PM) had power, myhome did not.

Our lights are back on, but today is now June 20th. While you enjoy your weekend, take a moment to say a prayer for the souls of those who suffered as slaves, and for those who are still struggling in poverty 140 some-odd years later.

I can't let today (not yesterday) go by without acknowledging the 100th anniversary of the birth of one of the most handsome men who ever graced the silver screen, Errol Flynn. Later this year will mark the 50th anniversay of this charismatic actor's premature death at age 50, by then ravaged by years of excess alcohol and an addiction to morphine, his good looks a thing of the past. But in his prime, he was a one good-looking dude.




Gone Blogging

My guest column at Romancing the Blog ran yesterday. Check it out!


English is the language of America . . . isn't it?

I'm all for people for whom Spanish is their first language to have access to services. However, it makes me roll my eyes when, after dialing customer service phone numbers, I am sometimes asked to press a key on the telephone pad - usually 1 - if I want to continue in English. I do feel this should be automatic and not require action for any American company. If someone wants to continue in Spanish, let them hit a number. But the last time I checked, our country's official language was still English. What's wrong with assuming that we speak English unless otherwise noted?

Have you ever encountered a phone line where you had to do this? How did you feel about it?





Everybody Isn't 25

When I saw Glenn Close's stunning ensemble at the Golden Globe Banquet last night, I was certain she'd make all the best-dressed lists. I was, therefore, very annoyed when a TV journalist criticized her appearance as being "too covered up." A newspaper from which I got this photo compared her to Cloris Leachman, and not in a good way.






Well, both of these women happen to be over 60 (okay, so Cloris Leachman is over 80). Does it occur to anyone that it's probably a good idea for women of this age not to show a lot of skin? Glenn was clearly dressed for a formal evening, and at least her hair was combed (which is more than I can say for Drew Barrymore, who wore a lovely dress but whose hair looked like she'd just gotten out of bed and forgot her comb). If Glenn had shown up in a body-baring ensemble displaying dimpled cleavage and upper arms, these same people would be the first ones to accuse her of trying to look 30 when she's twice that age. Even the always elegant Helen Mirren was criticized last year for a dress that, despite the "required" low-cut neckline that showed a rather weathered cleavage, attempted to conceal her arms with some kind of fishnet threading.


Does anybody remember the scene in the movie Life when an elderly Eddie Murphy chided another elderly (and obviously dementia-suffering) inmate who had a habit of letting his bathrobe fall open to cover up "because nobody wants to look at that mess"?


Well, we don't. All those fashion critics need to realize that what works at 40 won't always work over 60.


Yes, We Did

That's all.