Westeros The Super Map!!!

Oh, this is good, people. For those of you who love Game of Thrones you must go check out this kickass map of George R.R. Martin’s fictional world!

You may now go about your business.

Young Marple? Jennifer Garner? What?

In late March, the Huffington Post announced: Jennifer Garner to Play Miss Marple. Yes, that Miss Marple. The Miss Marple of Agatha Christie’s brain. The Miss Marple who has been a spinster for years and years.

Result: Much OUTCRY! Check out MTV’s movieblog: Jennifer Garner Not to Play

Now, for the record: I’m not really opposed to the idea.

Though, I have a few thoughts on the idea of a reboots/remakes/rewhatevers.
1. The reboot/remake/rewhatever needs to keep its integral relation to the original.
Let’s take the Smurf movie for example. I have not seen this movie, but based on the previews it seems like the producers/writers/whoever-in-charges missed the fact that these are fantasy creatures, set in a fairy-tale like world. That’s the only reason they are not as ridiculous as they could be. Putting them in New York? Really? Wouldn’t the story have been as good (if not better?) in the fantasy world they already exist in? You can’t take away something like that or it seems, well, stupid.

To make Miss Marple young is a verrrry questionable thing — but it can still be made integral. After all, Miss M. had to be young at some point. She had to gain the observational experiences that make her so gifted as an older character. A young version would be interesting in that regard.

2. The reboot/remake/rewhatever should not be back-to-back with the original.
For example, Spiderman.  I recently learned that they’re doing a reboot. Why? Sure, that last movie was not the best (and, actually, if they’d just struck the Sandman bit, it wouldn’t have been so convaluted–one bad guy too many, people!), but it sure wasn’t the downfall of the franchise.

Miss Marple hasn’t had a blockbuster series/movie in a while. It’s about time for us new generations to find her.

3. (and this may seem contradictory to #1, but isn’t): If you’re going to do it, own it.
Batman. Been there, done that, right? Yet every time a new director or new vision comes to it, it seems to improve. Michael Keaton’s Batman was light years ahead of Adam West’s. And the Christian Bale reboots have been Oscar worthy. If you watch the three different Bats back-to-back, each of them has their own distinct feel and look…yet all of them are still Batman.

Seems like the idea of making Miss Marple young, and casting Alias ass-kicker Jennifer Garner to star is something that you’d have to own, if you’re going to do it. I think that Garner is a talented enough actress (loved her in Juno and The Invention of Lying) it would be interesting to watch her play a young Miss Marple — because, let’s face it, it’d have to be Miss Marple’s personality that shuts down the suitors if she’s got Garner’s face….


The Guardian is on a Roll

I just found this fascinating article about one of our previous mentors, Virginia Woolf, by Michael Cunningham — who did such a beautiful job portraying her in his own novel The Hours. Cunningham talks about his own writing journey and his mom:

Virginia Woolf, my mother and me

Plus, if you’ve missed V.S. Naipaul’s scandalous remarks regarding writers of the female persuasion, (ahem, we apparently are sentimental and have a narrow view of the world, plus we’re never master of our own house….) you can check them out here and, should you wish to take the quiz go here.

I’d be really interested in hearing about your quiz results…I got six outta ten, but I don’t count missing Nicholas Sparks…Okay! Okay! I take that back….=)

Ode to the Bathroom Floor

Some of you may or may not know that Wodehouse also dabbled in poetry. In that enterprising spirit, I shall regale you with my own poetic presentation on what I’ve been doing this week. With photos!


O, carpeted bathroom destroyed by bad cat spray!
(Who carpets bathrooms? Ah, well. It just came that way…)
We’ve gutted you, pulling your threadworn cover out.
Won’t say sorry because, damn!, the odor was stout!
Time for some new style, new fun, new pizzazz, new looks:
So, on to Home Depot, Lowes, and big how-to books — 

Which we did not read, because we’re bad, bold wingers 
Who guess at tile wet saw use–makes for some zingers!

After much knee-breaking bending and heavy lifting,

after much finger-risking and tile-color sifting,
and, of course, a lot of energy expenditure… 
we arrived at the end of our big adventure!

Et VOILA! The results of our hard work and dedication:

A splendid, angled, pretty-looking presentation!

Last Day of School

The holiday season begins in earnest now. Shane (teacher) and Owen (student) are both out of school today. There’s only one week left!

And a shot of our Christmas tree to help pass the holiday spirit along. Good luck everyone!

**Technical difficulties repaired! Voila, my tree:

How are you guys hanging in there?

Copying Fleur; or, I Write Like…

I write like
Raymond Chandler

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

If you need a distraction from writing, this is a fun one!

I Write Like

**The Raymond Chandler result was for the La Llorona novel. I threw in bits from my other novel and got Stephen King, threw in a different short story and got James Joyce. It’s fun to see what others come up!

It’s A Lot Easier To Write When You Can Find Your Keyboard

The kids are settled into their new rooms. The living room has been cleared of the debris of ‘stuff’. And my writing area is free of stacks of papers and books–meaning I can now reach my keyboard without a towering stack of critiques-to-do and work-in-progess papers falling onto my head.

In other words, my writing space is now under control. This is a relief because there is quite a bit I want to finish before the end of the month. 30 pages of Llorona, a background story for The Line, plus I need to finish reading Ali’s Crossroads Promise for CWC–which is rapidly approaching!

Of course, the only one of those that’ll get done will be Ali’s stuff. When you’re interrupted by re-modeling the house, it takes a bit of time. And time is the stuff writing is made of. But I’m trying to take it easy on myself for this month. After all, it’s better to start in a place that’s under control because you’re going to lose that control at some point–if you didn’t have a good place to start from, then you have no place to return to and you run in circles and accomplish a whole lotta what?


Let’s not do that.

When Life Gets In the Way

My brilliant plans all shot and it’s only 3 days into the New Year!

Okay, so it’s not all that dramatic.

Here’s the bad news: My hubby and I have done the math and we won’t be able to move back into our house this year. I could tell you and tell you, but I don’t think anyone would really get how absolutely depressed this makes me. (We’re talking I kept a straight face while we talked about it, then promptly busted out into tears two seconds later. And I’m not a huge crier…much.)

So we talked to Susie, my dear and giving mother, and she doesn’t mind if we stay at her place for another year so we can start saving enough to get the hell out. She also graciously said that we could give Owen her room since she stays over at her ‘man-friend’s house most of the time. Read: We see her once a week if we’re lucky.

In the spirit of the thing, my husband went a little crazy and decided we needed to start moving everything NOW this VERY SECOND. (He really wants to have a room separate from the baby, and with Owen in Susie’s old room, Bronwen goes into Owen’s old room in the musical dance of the rooms.)

The result is that the house has exploded. You see, when someone has had their room for fifteen years, they accumulate what I like to call stuff. Owen’s only been around for 7 years and has accumulated his own fair share of stuff. Shifting stuff from one area to another is not as easy as you would assume. And we decided to repaint the place while we were at it (May as well raise some property value while we’re at this, right? It’s the least we can do for Susie–which means we’re also retiling the bathroom floor and installing a new sink.)

Right now, the single clean room in the whole place is Owen’s room. What does this mean?

Well, it means Owen has a cool new space.

It also means that the only part of my computer I can find at the moment is my keyboard. I can’t even see the words as I’m typing them. Am I making sense? I don’t know. Basically it boils down to this: Time spent cleaning this disaster will eat into my writing goals for this month, which were extensive, even if I didn’t post them this go-round.

Can I get a hair-pulling AUGHHHHH!?

You people spend WAY too much time on Facebook

How do I know this?

Because I’ve been slowly sucked into the void that is Facebook. I pulled myself away before I planted anymore weird computer plants or joined more mafias or got bit by vampires or whatever else it is that the creators of this insane website have designed to eat my brain cells. And I do feel them dying, one by one.


I’m scared to leave my profile alone for too very long because I was just gone for one day and have been notified that I have almost 30 ‘notifications’–namely, information regarding mafia/vampire/plant attacks from everyone that I’ve signed up with as a friend. And I don’t have that many friends! I have located a bunch of people from high school and my Barnes and Noble career that I have not approached with the pleading tone of “be my friend!” partly because I’m scared of what will happen.

I have novels to write, people!

But if you listen to this post, I know I’ll check my Facebook profile and be lonely if there’s nothing there.

Can’t win ’em all. Let the brain sucking commence.

Ali owes me money

but let me back up for a second.

At first, I did not intend to do Ali’s challenge. But, as I was looking through our garage for one thing, I found a ton of other stuff for my office. This ton of stuff included notebooks small and large, pens, pencils, and various other paraphanalia. Turns out I wound up working with office supplies. And it was fun.

However, in the midst of all this fun, I came up with a really cool way to revise FJR–a way that would allow me to see a rough version of the new order that I wanted to put stuff in. I would literally cut and paste. I have decided to cut the scenes into the new order and rearrange various paragraphs within those scenes. I will paste in the new stuff I write with them so that I have one version all together.

It should be messy. Yay! Like kindergarten.

But, in determining this, I also determined that I needed loose leaf paper (better to insert into a three-ring binder–of which I found, like, twenty in the garage), rubber cement, and file dividers to mark chapter breaks since my current chapter breaks will be moot. And that’s where Ali owes me money. See, if it wasn’t for her goofy idea I wouldn’t have thought of it. So I blame her.