The dramz.

So, as an author with 6 books on sale on multiple platforms, actively trying to finish a novel, have a full time job, and not think about all the editing and writing I’m procrastinating on, I am not always the best at keeping up with how my books are faring.  Case in point?  The DRAMZ attached to Confessions of a Teenage Band Geek on Barnes and Noble’s website.  Not having looked in days weeks months, I was rather amused to find the following ‘conversation.’

Rating myself against the Bechdel Test.

According to the wealth of knowledge that is Wikipedia, the Bechdel test is used to identify gender bias in fiction. A work passes the test if it features at least two women who talk to each other about something other than a man. Commentators have noted that a great proportion of contemporary works fail to pass this threshold of representing women.

After reading above, I started thinking.

Ex-pat Living – Things I Miss #3

Find the original picture here.  Holy shit I actually credited something.

I miss mail.

It’s been over five years since I last had a mailbox.  With no postal delivery system in either the Emirates or Qatar, almost all ex-pat mail is delivered via your employer.

How long does to take you to finish (reading) a book?

To clarify, it usually takes me 5-7 months to finish writing a rough draft and less than a week to finish reading a book.  Often, I am reading more than one book at a time, juggling a few storylines in my head.  Reading is something I do every day – something I’ve been doing since I was very young.  If I didn’t feel I was ‘cheating’ on my original characters, I would probably spend a greater percentage of time indulging in reading.

Ex-pat living: Things I Miss #2

Oh no, I think I’ve opened a can of something.

Today’s missing item is a selection of radio stations. In Qatar, there is one dedicated English radio channel. It is terrible. How terrible? I’m not sure what is more irritating, the lack of any sort of regular playlist or the college level DJs whose banter and conversation is so bad it’s funny.

Ex-pat living: Things I Miss #1

Oh look – a non-writing related post. Didn’t I say that I was going to do that eventually?

In my 6th year as an ex-pat, it occurs to me that I miss a great many things about home (‘home’ in this case being either Atlanta or Los Angeles in the good ole’ US of A). For the most part, the advantages of living abroad far outweigh the negatives. Still, now and then I do get a bit melancholy for certain things from home.

Bullied.

I read a lot of free books on Kindle (we’ve established this previously).

While I won’t mention the name of the book, I find it nearly to impossible a person would be seriously bullied because they had red hair (unless of course, they are Dr. Reid from Scrubs) and ‘sparkling blue eyes.’ This same protagonist, because of the ‘bullying’ ‘has’ to leave her home town and ‘get away.’

Listening to Shame. Vulnerability. Weakness.


If you listen to this first, this blog post will make a lot more sense.
So, as I have a solid 35 minutes each way to where I work, I have plenty of time to listen. This is made especially frustrating because where I live (Doha) has only one radio station. It’s not good. It’s…literally unlistenable. Seriously, there is only so long you can listen to unprofessional DJs and playlists that don’t make sense. It’s so bad, I actually look forward to the call to prayer.

In which I am probably influenced by things I hear.

So, the heroine of the first Fates project is a woman.  She’s been alive for a very long time.  She’s well traveled.  Right now, she’s pretty Anglo-centric.

Now, I’m not sure about you, but I have a decent little commute to and from work every day.  With thirty minutes each way (and only one highly terrible English radio station to tune into), I like mixing up a variety of podcasts and, needing a bit of culture and interesting subjects, recently started listening to TEDTalks (well worth the download!).  On my drive home tonight while I ducked in and out of the chaos on the roads that is rush hour in Qatar, my iPod randomly selected a discussion where the speaker brought up the concept of Ubuntu.

Book Review: The Fate of Destiny

I’m seeming to shake off whatever funk I’ve been in recently, and, especially with Hubs out of the country, have been reading a lot more! As I’m always interested in topics that I’m writing about (the Fates and hotels especially), I like to read other authors’ takes on my favorite subjects. With Danielle Bourdon’s The Fate of Destiny (clunky title, that), mythological elements are sort of seamlessly woven into this paranormal YA book. I had posted earlier in the week that for the majority of the book, I couldn’t really get past the characters names (and even neglected to mention an additional two randomly named characters, Driscoll and Rowley) and that feeling didn’t let up. Even though I love the topic of Fate, I never bought into Farris’s story.