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I take a walk with Henry every day. We head up the sidewalk and around the neighborhood. When we started it was early fall and almost too hot to complete a walk. We'd both come home needing a ton of water (more so for Henry since he's the one marking everything). And then it turned mild and we could walk forever if we wanted. Leaves began to turn and the sky shifted to a brighter blue. Now it's cold and windy. Our steps are padded by the crunch of multi-colored leaves. My ears feel frostbitten and my eyes water with the breeze that picks up.
Sometimes we pass other folks on the path. Today it was the lady in her long sari. Little, with dark eyes and hair, and skin perforated with wrinkles, she had a tiny hand up against the wind. The exotic cloth of her gown seemed far too thin. Henry stopped his walking and looked at her in mistrust. I said a few comforting words and a, "Hello." She passed by without a reply. Perhaps I shouldn't have spoken.
It's always m…

Occupy Forever

The Occupy camps are being torn down in several different locations, which is kind of sad. I mean, I wouldn't want a whole bunch of people camped out on my front lawn, but then, I didn't steal their money, their homes . . . If you were to walk up to the scattered remnants of a camp, and you had just come from some distant island and had no clue of what any of it meant, or why, or how it started, and you asked someone, "What was this all about?" And they told you, "It was about people asking for the truth. They wanted Wall Street and all the Big Banks to change their ways." And you said, "There must have been a lot of guns and shooting, fires and looting," "No," they answer. "None of that. Not from the protestors. The cops were the ones who had the guns. The protestors were just holding signs and camping out, singing and shouting." So you ask, "Then why was it torn down?" "Because it was messy," they say.
It …

My Review of String Bridge by Jessica Bell

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I mentioned on Friday Jessica Bell's debut work of literary fiction String Bridge. It's her first novel, but Jessica isn't new to the world of artistic creation. Coming from a family of musicians, she has forged her own status as songwriter and vocalist. An album of original songs was written and recorded to go along with the book. That's quite an accomplishment. I've known and conversed with Jessica via the internet for somewhat of a year now, and in that time I have been witness to all these things unfolding. The book, and its being picked up for publishing. The pains of trimming and editing. Rewrites. Excitement of the book's cover, and the possibility of a cd. All of this, while still making time for other bloggers, and their books, and their processes. She's quite amazing.
From what I remember the early drafts of String Bridge were intended for the young adult market. It was decided to go more literary, and I can see why as Jessica's writing is so d…

Friday!

Jessica Bell is doing quite well today with her debut novel "String Bridge." It hit the Amazon charts at a high number, but has quickly risen to the low hundreds and is still rising. If you haven't taken a look at the book, her blog, or the beautiful cd full of songs to accompany the book--all of which she wrote and sang herself--you should really check it out. It's amazing what the girl has done. She has worked hard. And she's crazy talented! Congrats Jessica!
I've had a day of achiness and just not feeling so good, but I'm getting better by the hour. Must have been a 24 bug. Right now I'm listening to Gene Vincent and trying to get something done before the kiddos come home.
What are everyone's plans for the weekend?

Another tricky day

Julia had a bad cavity which had to be pulled out yesterday. It was a baby tooth that hadn't come loose yet, but still . . . I took her to a dentist this summer to have the cavity looked at but they refused to do service because she kept putting her hands up to block her mouth. I told them she had a sensory disorder but they said they wouldn't work on her. It really depressed me. I mean, what the hell do you do for your kid when someone won't help them? If you know Julia, then you know she wasn't in there biting people and swatting at them. She was just putting her hands up in protest. They could have asked me to come in and help calm her down.
Anyway, Halloween did her no favors and that cavity became worse this last week. I searched the internet in a panic trying to get someone who would help and found a children's dentist who said he'd see her. He was great. Calm and kind.
So anyway, that's all fixed now, though the whole thing has depressed me. Being a …

New album

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Well, Meadowland is here and I've been spending a lot of time trying to figure out how to promote it. There's a sort of tier of action to take when a cd comes out. You send out press releases, try to get interviews, send it to college radio, send it to newspaper and local tv stations, etc. But then you have someone like me who wants to do all that, but is totally shy and freaking out. What if they don't like the cd? What if I DO get a call to be on a local station? Won't I just be nervous as heck, knees shaking, six am under bright lights? Haha, I'm such a worrier. Maybe I'll be great and people will be like, "Wow, that lady kicks ass. Where can I buy her cd?!" Ppppffffft!!!
When I was at the post office mailing off a press release and a cd/one sheet for a radio station, my hands shook and a guy behind me had to talk me through the questions at stamp machine. "No, hey, don't push the dangerous chemicals button!" It's kind of funny tha…

Enlightened

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"Sometimes . . . I think about someone else's life. I imagine all the love they do not have. I see the passion that is missing, the friends they don't know and the awful pressures that crush them. In those moments I realize how much I have. And how much I have to give."
Those lines are from character Amy Jellicoe in HBO's Enlightened. She's a former rager. She lost her corporate position after sleeping with a married co-worker whom ended up stabbing her in the back. After having a very bad public meltdown, she ends up in a mental rehab camp where she finds spiritual awakening. But going back to her new life isn't easy. She wants to incorporate all the wisdom she's learned; she wants to show the world she's not the same crazy bitch she once was. No one believes in the change, and she ends up working in the company's basement with a bunch of losers typing in data. It's a meaningless job, especially for a person who's dying to heal the wor…