Tag Archives: writing



1. Any reaction in which light it emitted, often without the generation of heat, by means of a chemical reaction
2. Light-emitting reactions arising from a living organism, such as the firefly or jellyfish.

1. A reaction, chemical or otherwise, that succeeds in creating a dim glow of recognition, cognizance, or humor.
2. A word that is completely and clumsily made up by the author.

Everyone with even an ounce of ambition harbors a faint hope of being famous (or infamous) for something.  A blog is NOT a good way to be famous. Countless blogs disappear into the sea of forgotten attempts at writing, poor or otherwise. Most start strong and then taper off, the writer discouraged that no one seems to care. I’m ok with just a handful of people caring about my blog.

This is not my attempt to be famous.  This is more closely defined as an exercise in discourse with no clear beneficiary. So to the poor historian who has stumbled upon this attempt at twenty-first century wit, my congratulations and condolences.

However, this being said, I was elated to discover that perhaps a few people do care. (Besides my mom, Cyndi, and Judy…hi guys!) A fellow blogger and Oklahoman spotted See Jenn Live and asked for some blogging advice. From me?!? Someone asked my blogging advice. Now the logical part of my head says that this is a perfectly normal thing. After all I do write for GeekMom.com and I’ve maintained this personal blog (with some lapses, I’ll admit) for long enough to have a few followers. That means that I must be doing something right. But to have that recognized outside the digital world, by a human who actually lives, breathes, has eyeballs, and knows me is a little bit astounding.

I can’t say for sure what, if anything, I actually contributed to her blogging experience. It felt a lot like me talking a whole bunch and her enduring me, sorry she asked. I know that wasn’t the case at all. I hope was able to be a semiluminescent resource for her. Best of luck, Oklaphobia!

And when your blog is turned into its own book my lawyers will be in contact with you regarding my cut of the profit as a consultant.

Coping With Hyenas


Image via How Stuff Works? A Discovery Company

Type ‘Coping With’ into Google and revel at the hits you get. Everything from death to math anxiety, people have expressed (or experienced) a need great enough that someone sat down to write out techniques to deal with it. Problems and bad times and hard luck and desperation and loss seem to circle life, waiting for a weakness to show; waiting for a too long a pause at a juncture; waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Opportune for them of course. Never for us. And never one at a time.

Why is it that one thing can’t go wrong at a time? Hmm? I liken bad things to a pack of hyenas. One finds you, alone in the wilderness of life. It starts to giggle and inches closer. You see it coming and your hackles rise and you are pretty sure you can deal with this. It’s just one right? But the giggling turns frenzied. It’s calling to its friends. A buddy from the bad stuff pack joins in. Then another. Before you know it you are surrounded by the infernal, ugly, tough luck times…and they won’t stop that incessant giggling.

Well, I’ve my own pack of hyenas, as does everyone else. In my tiny little world I think I have more hyenas than anyone else. Plus my hyenas are bigger, more vicious, and uglier. At least that’s how it feels to me when staring down the muzzle of one. (In particular the species Maritus Scindo of the Curia Sempra family) (Ten points if you giggled at that. Twenty if you Googled the words and then giggled.)

Then I type in ‘coping with’. 19,800,000 hits off Google. Nearly 20 million sites to help with warding off hyenas of all types, sizes, and ferocity. There are a variety of coping techniques that vary greatly depending on the person and the situation. I firmly believe that a large stick would pick off at least two of my hyenas but there seem to be laws that frown on this. Conservation, endangered species, protection for the mentally handicapped and what not. Instead I turn to sarcasm and hyperbole, and more importantly writing. Its my coping technique.

Another one I found was to put problems into perspective. If zombies are eating the guy fifty feet away, you might be willing to admit your hyenas aren’t quite so terrifying. So, naturally I checked the Yahoo! News Feed, and this is what I’ve found.

Maria Shriver must deal with a public and humiliating divorce after her husband, The Former Gubernator, admits to having fathered a child and keeping it from her.

Residents of Talkalakh, Syria are fleeing their homes and livelihoods. One man describes walking down the streets where one can smell the dead bodies.

Bethanny Frankel is being sued for $100 million dollars by her ex-managers. Not that she can’t handle that what with SkinnyGirl Cocktails and stupidly successful reality shows. But still, $100 million dollars. That’s $100,000,000 with all its zeros attached.

Maybe my hyenas aren’t so big.

Holding My Identity


I envy the writers of fantasy and sci-fi. From my perspective most get to create their own world with its own rules. If a rule of the real world we live in doesn’t quite work right, you can re-write the rule to fit the world of your creation; you can alter the facts that create your story’s setting. And your reader will thrill from momentarily existing in a world where gravity can be turned off and wounds can be healed with just a touch, no matter how grave. It is the genre of limitless possibilities. If you can think of it and name it something vaguely pronounceable, you get write into a story.

I can’t write fantasy. I wish I could and I have tried. I’ve been trying for a few weeks now. But my logical, organized, Type A mind can’t reach out that far. I write things that I’m told sound right but it feels like word vomit to me; little more then a collection of random words on a page. Armadillo wire juxtapose nerd pillow tart Rhodesia box. Yep, that about sums it up. I tend to gravitate to fact-based, highly researched historical fiction. Quite the opposite of the wonderfully chaotic and free-flowing realms of fantasy writing, historical fiction demands excruciating attention to detail. There is little room for creativity when creating the world and settings your characters live in.

I’m co-authoring a book with a wonderful writer and my best friend, CS. (I might have mentioned this before…) We recently started over. Not from scratch necessarily, but close. The original storyline, if we are being completely truthful was mostly mine. The decision on plot, action, conflict, and (no offense CS) writing was mostly mine. CS did contribute her fair share, especially where character interaction and setting detail were concerned. I think CS spent most of her time trying to keep up with the onslaught, at times barely keeping her head above the flood of my ideas.

Now that we are on a new warpath our roles have reversed. She has taken the lead, after a promise both to herself and her close friends to keep hold of her identity as a writer. As a result, I’ve lost mine.

Our first attempt at writing Duality, the storyline was based in reality for the most part. It was real-life conflict happening to made-up characters. Although not historical it was right up my alley in fact-based fiction. Even the surreal parts of the story I had loosely based in cold, hard science. Try number two (not yet titled, working or otherwise) has struck off into the ever-shifting world of fantasy. Something about magical powers and zombies and corporate genetic alterations and mouse table triangle remote pink spray pen.

There has to be a way to keep a handle on my identity as a writer without asking CS to compromise hers. And this is the little leagues. When faced with editors and publishers ask me to lose hold of my identity, how will I react then?