Alice in My Room

When changing after work this afternoon, I turned on the bedside lamp and noticed a cool effect.  I have a green candle in a silver saucer-type holder on the dresser next to my bed.  I put some glass beads I found outside around it.  It looks pretty on the lavender  cloth on the dresser’s top.

In front of my jewelry box and next to the candle I put a collection of Lewis Carroll’s greatest hits.  The pink cover is gilded in spots, such as Alice’s hair and other highlights.  A few of the glass beads had fallen off the saucer and caught the light.  With the gilt cover of the book, they made a fanciful picture.

This is a bit staged, as I moved everything off that end of the dresser and scattered the beads around the book, playing with the light to get it just right.  I think it looks like bubbles around the book.

Colors change in the light.  In fact, without light colors don’t exist.  That discovery astounded me and was my first encounter with the transient nature of the world.  In a few moments, an ordinary pair of objects made a silly and childlike picture.  The moments pass quickly, and they should be enjoyed and savored.

When you look at something and it looks like something else, how do you describe it?  Like this?

I put the glass beads around the book, where they reflected the light in cool contrast to the warmth of Alice’s hair.

You can do this:

Cheshire hovers over the girl, surrounded by ethereally iridescent bubbles of gleam, with Humpty and the Rabbit guarding.  Alice looks askance at the steam droplets, which have escaped from her kettle and are growing.  Even in this place, how could this be normal? No one else is concerned.  They haven’t noticed how golden the light has become, the herald of yet another change.  She braces for yet another topsy-turvey physics lesson.  Dear me, how tiresome.

Watch, see the light in the day, first thing in the morning, both sunlight and artificial.  See how it changes things.  Familiar becomes strange, ordinary sublime.  Reality fades to fantasy and back again.  See it, mark it, and use your best language to capture it.  Let it change how you think about what you see.

Blogging from A-Z April Challenge 2011 Game Plan

Time sure flies when you’re not having fun, eh?  I look up from the weary toil and realize that the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge 2011 begins on Friday.  Yipes!

I went to Arlee Bird’s site and discovered he has a game plan.  I thought about this a couple of weeks ago but only in passing.  Today I had a great idea for the challenge.

You might remember several posts back I said I wanted to post more pictures?  A friend of mine from high school inspired me (thanks, David! He’s an actor!) by doing something very cool.  He has been posting what he calls 365 Days of Pictures, a different picture each day that he took that day.

I think I will do this.  This year’s theme will be Observation, and each picture will get a post regarding what drew me to take it, and what observations I have about it.  Each photo will be of something that begins with that day’s letter.  I feel strongly that this will sharpen that particular skill, which serves a writer well.  I’ll probably do what I did last year and make Saturday’s posts very random.  So be sure to check them out; they could be about anything!

A bit of a cheat, I know, but I might have to take some pictures ahead of time, thanks to my stupid work schedule.   Never fear, I’ll make sure they’re relevant.  And yes, I do believe a large purse will allow me to carry my camera with me more often.

Another thing I promise is to try and not make my entries so long.  I get carried away sometimes, I know.  But writing for wiseGEEK has helped me learn to make every word count.  Also, time spent editing with William Brohaugh’s Write Tight book made me see how many extra words I use that aren’t needed.  Peek into it here.  Writing is learning and no one ever stops doing that.

This year I’ve added a couple of things to the page.  I welcome comments on my posts, and I invite you to step over to the Terms and Conditions; Comment Policy Page (see link at top and left of this page) before leaving one.  Also, there is an email subscribe thing at the bottom right, so you can sign up to receive an email whenever I post a new post, should your heart desire.

Check out the blog challenge and find some new blogs to follow.  Last year there were some really neat ones, and this year there are over 700 entries.  Thanks for visiting and I hope to see you back when the Challenge begins!

 

A Star Goes Out

Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, 1932-2011

Thank you, Liz, for gracing the world with your beauty.  Not your lovely violet eyes, not your gorgeous hair and figure, but your inner loveliness, that shone like a beacon in everything you did.  You were a golden presence on the screen, an icon loved by both men and women, a tireless champion for AIDS awareness and research, and a woman we were all proud to know, even if we didn’t really know you.  I’m sorry I never did.

Rest in peace.

How to Help: Japan Earthquake and Tsunami 3/11/11

A week ago, our Japanese friends suffered a massive catastrophe in the form of a 9.0 earthquake and subsequent tsunami.  The disaster killed many people and completely destroyed several towns.  It also caused a nuclear emergency at several power plants near the area, which is still ongoing at this time.  Their careful preparation could not withstand the onslaught.

People who survived the initial disaster are displaced.  Humanitarian organizations, the US Navy and Japan’s own forces have been helping as much as they can.  The heart of the entire world goes out to the Japanese people and everyone wants to help in some way.

This page contains links to organizations helping in Japan.

http://technolog.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2011/03/11/6246445-japans-earthquake-how-to-help

 

Before you give to any charity you might wish to check it out.  Legitimate organizations will make their financials available so you can see where your money is going.  The links on the page will take you to their websites where you can make a donation.

 

Recovery from this disaster will take a long time.   We have earthquakes in America; we’ve had disasters that were just as bad.  Let’s keep Japan in our thoughts and prayers.

 

Large earthquakes are no fun, I’m sure.  And tsunamis freak me out.  Here is a sound recording of the quake taken by the Japan Agency for Marine-Earth Science and Technology (JAMSTEC).  There is also a video of the tsunami that shows why they’re so damn scary!

 

 

 

Upcoming: April A to Z Blogging Challenge and Pooped

I’ve been very busy getting my feet under me with the wiseGEEK articles and squeezing out another book.  It’s not coming as easily as the last one.  The hardest part for me is the first draft.  Once that’s done, the revisions can begin.  That’s where a book will really coalesce, where honing and shaping and squeezing and molding gets your brain dirty.  Scheduling is the biggest mess, what with working all the time.  Bleah.

I’ve been working on some ideas for this and perhaps another blog, but all is still percolating.  One thing I’d like to try is a continuing story, and I’m taking suggestions.  So if you have anything you’d like to challenge me with, drop me a comment and I’ll take it under consideration.

As usual, I’ll try to keep the focus on writing and art of all kinds.  I’ve gotten away from reading my blogroll and even my emails lately.  Just so tired this time of year….

According to the Farmer’s Almanac, later this month we’re to have “significant snow.” I dearly hope that the all-powerful and all-seeing Almanac is wrong, if not about the snow then at least about its geographical location. I need to be warm.  WARM, I TELL YOU!

I think once the weather improves I’ll have a bit more energy.  It’s been a hell of a long winter.  Anyway, check out Arlee’s site and see if you find any A to Z Challenge participants you’d like to follow.  There are some goodies on there, I’m sure.  I enjoyed reading people’s posts last year and I’m looking forward to this one.  :)

Pictures and Weather and Work: Oh My!

Love the weather around here tonight; the first tornadic storms of the season.  Wheee!

Gotta go to work tomorrow.  I hate Mondays.  All I would like to do is sit and write but that’s not happening just yet.  The winter has frozen my brain, so books and articles aren’t going as well as I would like.  I plan to make some more queries soon for Rose’s Hostage, now that I have a Guide to Literary Agents.  Perhaps I can target them a little better this time around.  If the next list doesn’t make it, it will be time to shelve it.  Poo.

I promised you some pictures from my recent trip and here are some I particularly liked.  Keep in mind that I am NOT a professional photographer, or even a talented amateur.  I apologize in advance for any eyestrain or seizures that result from viewing these photos.

Tucson, Arizona has some really cool mountains.  In fact, it’s surrounded by them.  Here are some:

Yes, I took that from Someone’s car. Them’s some pointy mountains.

Tucson also has a lovely little zoo.  Most of its denizens are typical, like these two:

Simba and Nala!

This dude:

African elephant; you can tell by the ears (bigger). Someone special took this one. :)

And this handsome fellow:

Om nom nom...

Here’s a capybara, an unusual animal.  He’s the world’s largest rodent, about the size of a medium dog.  Waaaay bigger than I pictured him; this was the first time I’ve seen one other than National Geographic.

AND…a roseate spoonbill!  I love these birds.  They are so sweet-looking.

Pretty bird. I wanted to pet it soooo bad...

Okay, enough aminals.  Up around Oro Valley sits Biosphere 2, that big greenhouse thing those scientists spent a couple of years in the early 1990s living in while they did experiments.  It’s called that because it’s named after Earth, which is Biosphere 1.

Today the University of Arizona runs it and there are still lots of experiments going on, mostly about climate changes.  You can tour the biomes and even see one of two big air exchange “lung” things that give the biomes a fresh breath now and then.

The outside of Biosphere 2:

Pretty, isn’t it? This is one of my better pictures.

Here is the South Lung room, under Biosphere.

Right above this well is a great big disk attached to a huge rubber membrane.  When they open the doors, the air rushes through and the disk lowers, where legs keep it from hitting the ground.

The disk. See the legs? Is it dark in here or what? Big echo chamber, too.

This is the desert biome.

A lemon growing on a tree in a side area.  I don’t know why, but I found the lemon really funny.

Hee hee...

The beach and a million-gallon ocean! With real Pacific Ocean water! Yes there are fish in it!

And the rain forest.  So pretty…

If you ever get the chance to visit Biosphere 2, please do.  Support research and science wherever you can.  Hopefully current scientists working here will learn more about our carbon dioxide levels and find a way to curb the human factor in climate change.  We are having an effect, even if it’s not as dire as recent predictions have said.

South of Tucson is the Mission San Xavier del Bac, one of the best examples of Spanish Colonial architecture around.  Here’s the outside of the place.  If you go, make sure you try some of the Indian frybread being sold in the parking lot.  Mmmm.

And the inside:

I’m sorry if this is blurry. I FORGOT MY CAMERA (!!!) and had to take them with Someone’s phone.

Traveling is fun (except for flying; see previous post), and I had an interesting idea I might use in a future project.  Writers should get out of the house once in a while and go someplace new.  Living in your head ain’t really living.

5 Ways Flying Sucks Now

Okay, I wrote most of this a week ago, but I wanted to share it. I got my pictures from my trip organized this week and I’ll post some in the next day or so.

I’m actually writing this on an airplane, on the way to see Certain Someone.  Anyone who has flown in the last few years will be able to relate to this post.  So will anyone who is old enough to remember when flying didn’t suck.

It’s kind of  cool that I can actually take a computer on an airplane (wireless disabled, of course), but the surroundings leave much to be desired.  If you haven’t flown in years, you must be warned.  In no particular order, here are five ways flying sucks today.

#5

Tiny Seats

In order to make more money, the airlines have crammed in extra seats.  I’m not a fat girl, but I’m a tall one.  My legs are long, my arms are long, and now there’s nowhere to put them.  Right now I’m in the aisle seat in the back of an S80, by the galley, and the butt and hips of every single person on their way to the bathroom is helping me type this.

#4

No more free food

Want a snack?  Bring one.  Really.  Most airlines are phasing out the peanuts (because of allergies) and even the pretzels aren’t a freebie anymore.  The only thing left is a tiny cup that holds a third of a can of soda, and ice.  If you get hungry, you can purchase a single serving bag of chips for $4.00.  I put a baggie of pears and a little Jack Links snack packet in my backpack.  But on the initial leg of my flight, the plane was so tiny I had to cram it in the overhead compartment and spent the entire time gazing mournfully at the ceiling where my food sat, mocking me.

#3

Fees, fees, fees

A fee for checking a bag.  That used to be free.  A fee for the snacks.  A fee for calling someone on the phone to book your ticket.  (Hint: do it online for free, and don’t go through those travel sites.)  A convenience fee for buying a ticket.  A 9/11 fee, presumably to cover the gubmint’s efforts to squash dem nasty terrorists.  Who the hell knows what that is, anyway?

At least the carryon is still free, but watch out.  Spirit Airlines already tried to stick that one in.  Next they’ll cut off cabin pressure and charge you to use the oxygen masks.  “You wanna breathe? That’ll be $10 for every hour you’re in the air.”

#2

Overbooking

Yes, I know airlines have done this since the beginning of time , and I’m not a frequent flyer, although the long-distance thing has had me crammed into that little metal tube more and more lately.  And nearly every flight I’ve been on has been stuffed to the gills.  Why is overbooking even necessary?  You bump me, and there will be tears.  You don’t want to see that.

#1

TSA

Transportation Security Administration!  With checked baggage fees, packing for security sucks.  I managed to get most of my things for a four-day weekend into a duffle and a backpack.   A three-ounce bottle of conditioner won’t cut it for my thick hair.  And just remember, tiny planes don’t hold big bulky carryons, people.  I packed right; your giant rolling bag that just hit me in the head needs to be checked.

A lot of people are calling this security theater.  When Adam Savage of Mythbusters got through the line with two twelve-inch razor blades in his clothing, I had to agree.  (Link contains a bit of language.) It’s very true that it’s a reactive agency, and unfortunately TSA security personnel aren’t experts.   If you want real security, do it the way the Israelis do.

Until we come up with a way that actually works, here are some tips to get through the line, from the horse’s mouth.   This is the first time I’ve flown with a computer too, so I was a nervous wreck worrying someone would nick it.  Luckily I’ve chosen smaller airports with less people and shorter lines, plus I didn’t wear or bring anything TSA peeps would need to stop me for.

I’ll be flying again, and you probably will be too, since we don’t have a better alternative just yet (transporters, anyone?).  Let’s all remember our manners and make it less sucky for the next guy.

Vocabulary – Letter I Wanna go to the beach…

Hope everyone has safely dug out from under Snownami of 2011.  A blizzard where I live is unusual.  Good freaking God what’s going on with the weather!?

Iatrophobia – fear of going to the doctor.  Iatro- from the Greek iatros meaning healer or medicine.   I knew someone who was iatrophobic and didn’t go to the doctor when she found a lump.  In six months she was dead.  Go to the freaking doctor already!

Ibis – a wading bird like herons or egrets. They feed on frogs, reptiles and crustaceans.  Pretty bird, yes you are!

The scarlet ibis, the national bird of Trinidad! (Picture by Elizabeth West)

Ichthyoid – fishlike.  Barney had a pooched, ichthyoid mouth that gave Ellen the creeps; every time she saw him, she wanted to sprinkle goldfish food over his head.

Idiopathic – as in a disease, no known cause.

I.e. – abbreviation of id est, Latin meaning that is.  Used when an explanation or paraphrase will follow.  The brown fox has seven kits–i.e., babies.

Ifrit – a smoke djinn (spirit), in Islamic mythology.  In the Final Fantasy series of videogames, an ifrit could be summoned magically in battle to do fire damage to opponents.

Doesn’t look happy to be here…

Ignoramus – a dunce, someone who is ignorant.  “Daphne’s such an ignoramus,” Velma muttered to Shaggy.  “I wonder what Fred sees in her.  Guess it’s because her boobs are bigger than her brains.”

Ihram (ee-RAHM) – white robes worn by male pilgrims at Mecca.  Two cloths, one wrapped around the waist and one over the shoulder, eliminate any class distinctions and signify a consecrated state.

Illude – to trick or deceive.  Not to be confused with elude, which means to avoid or escape by trickery, or allude, to indirectly refer to something.   Batman knew the Joker liked to illude him, and he enjoyed alluding to the time he eluded capture by setting off a hidden stink bomb and saying Alfred farted.

Impregnable – no, this doesn’t mean you can’t get pregnant.  It means unconquerable, unable to be taken by force or overthrown.

Insouciant (in-SOO-see-ahnt) – carefree.  Han Solo drank and laughed an insouciant laugh, although he knew Boba Fett was hot on his trail. Chewie would protect him, if he could get away from the space hookers combing his shaggy fur.  Surely they didn’t think the Wookie had any money.

Ionosphere – the part of the atmosphere of Earth that radio waves bounce off; it begins about thirty miles above the surface.

Ipomoea (ip-uh-MEE-uh) – plant genus of the morning glory family.

Pretty, but will take over your garden if you don’t stop it NOW!

Irascible (ih-RAS-uh-bul) – irritable, easily provoked.  Now get off my lawn!

Isobar – in meteorology, a line on the map that connects areas of equal barometric pressure.  When you see a bunch of them packed close together, that means it’s gonna be windy.   Hold onto your brelly!

It – a great book by Stephen King.  Touches on the power of childhood and imagination, and of course contains the most viciously frightening clown ever created, Pennywise. I will not include a picture from the miniseries.  Too scary!

Ivoride – a substitute for ivory.  Elephants are the typical prey of ivory poachers, but walrus, hippos, narwhals and mammoths (dug-up tusks) have been used for this toothy substance.  Harvesting and importing ivory is illegal!

Ixodic – related to or pertaining to ticks.  Bleah.

Not the yucky tick, the cool Tick.

Izzat (IZ-uht) – personal dignity, prestige.  Izzat your medal I see there, you dignified thing, you?

That’s all for today, kids.  Until next time!

These Are a Few of My Favorite Books

Since I love to read even more than writing, it’s waaaaay past time for me to make a list of my favorite books and why I love them!

In no particular order, here are ten tomes that I’d want with me on a deserted island, provided there were no Others or smoke monsters to keep me busy.  My apologies for the length.

#10

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien (1954 and 1955)

As a kid, I read The Hobbit but didn’t get around to this epic fantasy work until shortly before the movies came out.  I was so incredibly pissed at myself for not reading it sooner.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien’s masterpiece set the bar for medieval-type fantasy worlds.  A linguistic and Norse poetry scholar, Tolkien liked to play around with language.  He invented a couple and wrote this as a setting for them.  This is really one book, but it’s so big the publishers didn’t think anyone would buy it, so they split it up.  Probably made more money that way, too.

#9

The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (1938)

This is the one about the boy and his pet deer.  A guaranteed bawl-fest, this one was a bestseller in 1938 and in 1939 it won the Pulitzer Prize.  The Florida backwoods are brought to vivid life by Rawlings, who lived there as a child.  You’ve got the hardscrabble life on swampy Baxter Island, a pack of feuding neighbors, and an exciting hunt for Old Slewfoot, a gargantuan bear who likes to steal the Baxters’ livestock.   A terrific coming-of-age story.

#8

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith (1943)

Another semi-autobiographical story, spanning three generations.  Smith’s heroine is Francie Nolan, a wide-eyed young girl growing up in poverty in early twentieth-century Brooklyn.  She lives with her brother Neeley and their mother and father and an assortment of interesting relatives and neighbors.  Francie learns a lot during the novel, most of it through adverse circumstances, the worst being the death of her beloved but alcoholic father.  Despite these depressing elements, the novel glows with characters you can never forget.

Francie learns her most important lesson –perseverance—from a tough little tree, the “Tree of Heaven,” that grows rampant in her neighborhood.  I’ve read this book so many times I can quote from it verbatim.

#7

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (1960)

I know, they all seem to be classic books, but there are good reasons these are still around.  Harper Lee only published one novel, but what a novel, rich with detail of the town and its inhabitants.

Scout Finch and her older brother Jem live in Maycomb Alabama during the Great Depression.  A notorious neighborhood recluse figures large in their daily activities.  Their lawyer father Atticus lands one of the most divisive cases ever to hit Maycomb County, the defense of a black man accused of raping a white woman.  Through this occurrence, the Finch children see into the hearts of familiar townspeople and don’t always understand or condone what they find there.

Yes, it’s true; the character of Dill was modeled on Truman Capote, a childhood friend of Lee’s.

#6

The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling (1997 – 2007)

OH MY GOD WHAT CAN I SAY???

I’ve said it before; any writer thinking about doing a series should read this, one of the most successful of all time.  In case you’ve been living under the sea and missed the biggest literary phenomenon of the twenty-first century, Harry Potter is about a boy who discovers he is a wizard, doomed to fight the most evil villain ever known.

Packed with fun, magic and tragedy, these books spurred non-readers to the library in droves.  I wish to God I could write something people would love as much as this.  Not for the fame or money, but because I would love to make other people feel the way these books make me feel.

I am a HUGE Potternerd and readily admit it.  In fact, I’m going to share something with you now:

3-1/2 hours listening to thrash metal. My ears hurt worse than the tat.

That is my left bicep (yes it was kind of fat in this picture, grr).  I got this in tribute because this series helped me through a tough time.  Yes, you may call me a geek.  It won’t bother me a bit.

#5

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty (1971)

I was too young to read this novel about a young girl possessed by demons when it came out, nor was I allowed to see the film version until I was older and it appeared on network TV.  I heard about it, of course.  It’s a gripping read, although I don’t believe in demonic possession.  The character of the mother, actress Chris MacNeil, is every parent whose child has fallen inexplicably ill.

Blatty’s book is based loosely on an account of a real exorcism that took place in the late 1940s in St. Louis, Missouri.  Originally it was a boy, whose real identity has never been released.  He reportedly has no memory of the events.  The story seized Blatty’s imagination and a horror classic was born.

Thomas B. Allen wrote a great book about the case, Possessed, based on the diary of Fr. Willam Bowdern, the exorcist.

#4

‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King (1975)

SK’s treatment of Dracula.  Screw Twilight.  This is one of the best vampire books ever written.  The little town of Jerusalem’s Lot, Maine gets a new resident and he’s thirsty for company.   King’s second published novel, it’s white-hot with dread.

I’m a horror fan but I’m jaded.  I’ve read too much stuff and seen too many slasher flicks.  But this book still gives me chills.  I seriously have goosebumps right now thinking about cemetery worker Mike Ryerson breaking open the coffin of poor little recently deceased Danny Glick and being transfixed by “that glittering, frozen stare.”

Brr.

Looks like a nice, normal town...

#3

Red Dragon by Thomas Harris (1981)

There hasn’t been a completely satisfactory movie adaptation of this, although the 1986 Michal Mann vehicle Manhunter was decent.  I hated the 2002 version.  It was too overblown and they messed up Harris’s perfect dialogue.  Only Ralph Fiennes’ performance as the monstrous and also pitiable serial killer Francis Dolarhyde kept me in my seat.  “Read the book,” I told everybody, “it’s frigging genius.”
Harris, a former newspaper reporter, has a succinct, detached style that still gives you everything you need to picture unspeakable things.  In this passage, retired FBI profiler Will Graham steps into the bedroom of the latest victims:

Graham switched on the lights and bloodstains shouted at him from the walls, from the mattress and the floor.  The very air had screams smeared on it.  He flinched from the noise in this silent room full of dark stains drying.

 

No description of the room at all, but you can see it as vividly as though you were there.

#2

Tom Sawyer by Samuel Clemens aka Mark Twain (1876)

Adventure, romance, treasure, solving a terrible murder…what more could any red-blooded boy want?  Tom and his best buddy Huck Finn find it all in their sleepy little river town, based loosely on Clemens’ boyhood in Hannibal, Missouri.  Whitewashing the fence, dosing the cat with Pain-Killer and sneaking into his own funeral—fun times!

This book has been adapted to film several times, including a perplexing musical treatment in the 1970s starring Johnny Whitaker.  Huck Finn went on to his own novel.  Its controversial language makes it the better known of the two, but this one is still my favorite.  Tom may be mischievous, but he’s a charmer.  Becky Thatcher thinks so too.

#1

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (1938)

Not just a film, but a 1940 Hitchcock film, starring Joan Fontaine, Laurence Olivier and Judith Anderson, came from this thrilling book about an unnamed protagonist haunted by the beautiful specter of her new husband’s dead first wife.  This highly Gothic novel has been compared to Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre.  du Maurier illustrates the new Mrs. De Winter’s awkward growth with painful sincerity.  She’s a fish out of water and she knows it.

The literary device of an anonymous main character is difficult to pull off.  The author gets around that by only allowing us to hear her referred to directly as Mrs. De Winter, once she arrives at her husband’s fabulous estate.   Her gauche and condescending employer, Mrs. Van Hopper, doesn’t call her anything.  Eventually she learns the truth about Rebecca, and begins to emerge as a confident woman.

That’s my list for now.  I have a lot more books I would love to share with you, but this post is already too long as it is.   Find one or all of these at the library.  You won’t be sorry, but you may be up all night reading.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Feel free to list some of your faves in the comments.

Money is a Dirty Word

I just sold a consignment item and made a little money, enough to FINALLY open a savings account and pay off a couple of bills.  Whoopee!  Then I retrieved my mail and found a bill for the latest greatest medical test.  Now I’m worse off than I was before.  Gee, thanks for nothing, Universe!

Money.  We need it, we want it, we can’t live without it and if we don’t have enough, we suffer.  When it arrives in excess, it causes more problems than it solves.  Taxes, investments, people with their hands out asking or even demanding a payout “since you have so much.”

I’m sorry to say I don’t have the last problem, but in a way I’m glad, too.  No one who knows me ever hits me up because they all know how broke I am.  With a little extra income trickling in, the thought of getting caught up looks more possible than improbable lately.

Writing income is mostly freelance.  Freelancers and independent contractors have to think about taxes—taking them out, figuring them—and other things like health insurance employees can usually leave up to their employers.  Although I do work full-time, my finances are about to get a bit more complicated.

So why do I even care?  I’m not doing this for money, am I?  It’s art, right?

Piffle.  Artists get paid the same as other people.  Graphic designers do artwork, whether they are freelance or not, and they get paid. If I commission my fantastically talented friend Tiffany Turrill to paint my portrait, I know she’ll expect to be paid.

Some people are under the mistaken impression that artists, musicians and writers shouldn’t be paid because we enjoy our work.   Now hold on a minute there.  Certainly we enjoy it, or we wouldn’t be trying to make a career out of it.  This kind of activity isn’t likely to pay the bills the same way a job as an engineer or even a receptionist would.  (Pardon a moment…bwaa ha ha ha! Okay, I’m done)   Others think to even talk about fair pay for our creative work is—ahem!—indelicate.

Again piffle, and let me add, pooh.  Work is work.  I work just as hard when I’m writing as I do at my job, just doing different things.  I may not share with you what I’m earning for answering the phone or for the last ten articles I turned in.  That doesn’t mean I don’t care about it.  I worked every night, at lunch and on weekends for six months writing my book and then another five or six learning to edit the damn thing.  If I publish it, I expect to be paid, and I will be.

Yesterday I read a post by Susanne Lucas, aka Evil HR Lady, about doing work for free as part of an interview testing process.  Freelancers come across this all the time.  There’s a huge difference between submitting a sample or taking a brief software test and being asked to produce a useable document, program tweak or graphic that then becomes the property of the interviewer.  Bottom line:  rude and exploitive.  Everyone, not just freelancers, should be paid for the work they do.

I would probably write even if I didn’t get paid.  Did it for years, on my own, by cracky.  I like blogging and no one pays me for that.  I’m doing a lot of unpaid work learning my craft, with which I do hope to earn a living someday.  That’s neither indelicate nor greedy.

If we all could choose our life’s work and immediately begin doing it for a comfortable paycheck, how many of us would pick what we’re doing now?  Who would have thought when I was sitting in a treehouse as a kid making up stories that I would be here?  Where will here lead?  I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda excited to find out.  (Hurry up, Universe.  I ain’t gettin’ any younger.  Now get off my lawn.)

Whatever that secret aspiration is, if you get paid for it, you’re among the lucky.  Chances are you’ve worked like hell to be there.  Be proud of yourself, for cripes sake.  You deserve it.  And you might want to step aside, because I’m right behind you.