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Videos and Promo

Wednesday, January 31st, 2007

I’m still jazzed about my video for Eternal Nights. I keep wanting to play it over and over, but I’m writing this from my laptop while I drink coffee and there’s no way. I’d have to logoff before dial up could manage to download it. :-) But if you’re on a high-speed connection, definitely check it out.

I love these book videos! No, they’re not enough to make me buy a book unless it’s by one of my must-buy authors, but if I find it intriguing, I will check out the author’s website or Amazon and find out more and I think that’s a big thing. But more than that, I’m more likely to remember the author’s name. That’s huge. Not all advertising is for a direct sale. Some is solely to build name recognition. That’s kind of why when I hear people talking about how they never buy a book because of ______ (Fill in the blank), I think, well, yeah, but…

Usually, the argument arises when it comes to bookmarks. No, I don’t believe a bookmarks lead to huge point of purchase sales, but I do believe they’re good at gaining name recognition even if the person who sees it either a) doesn’t pick it up or b) doesn’t keep it long. For however many seconds it takes them to see the bookmark at the register or pick it up and throw it away, your name has been noticed. It’s an impression. It takes something like 9 impressions before something registers with the consumer–or so I was told. To my mind, bookmarks are a cost-effective way to achieve this.

Of course, I could be wrong. If I was Coke or some other big corporation, I could undertake a study on the effect of my advertising on the target market, but few authors have the kind of money something like that entails. And even at the level where national television advertising is a no-brainer decision, no one’s sure what works. One of the author’s on a loop I’m part of says that only half of advertising works and no one’s sure which half. I heard the same thing when I was in college learning advertising. So in the meantime, I muddle through, looking for cost per impression numbers and hoping that something sticks. And that people love my stories.

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Eternal Nights Video!

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

I had a video made for Eternal Nights and I think it turned out really cool! I was going to embed it here so y’all could see it, but then I remembered dial up. So, instead, I’ll send you to my website. If you’d like to see the video, you can find it on the Eternal Nights’ Page of my website toward the bottom.

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Going High-Speed

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

I love my cable internet. OMG, it’s amazing! After more than a week, I still can’t believe it, but I’ve already reached a point when I have to use the dial up, that it seems ungodly slow. Since I want all my email on the laptop, and since I’m not networked, that means I’m facing this every day.

One of the coolest things about the high speed is how much time it cuts off for me in the morning. I have a set of sites I visit while I have coffee and it now takes me 5-10 minutes less than it did on dial up and I’ve added about half a dozen sites to my morning rounds. :-)

What I don’t like? It’s on my desktop computer. That poor thing is so old, it churns as it tries to keep up with the connection. But I saw Windows Vista was released and as soon as Service Pack 1 comes out to fix the problems in the initial release, I’m getting a new computer and getting networked so I can have high-speed when I use my laptop too.

I’ve said this before, I’ll probably have a stroke when I get the cable bill, but right now I’m loving this. Do you know that I even found the Super Bowl Shuffle video from the 1985 Bears and was able to play it? I’m ready for the big game now. :-)

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Be An M&M

Monday, January 29th, 2007

Michele Hauf posted the link to make yourself an M&M and I couldn’t resist.

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Characters

Monday, January 29th, 2007

I have to be quick. I overslept and it’s snowing, which means I should be logging off right this instant, not just beginning my blog.

This morning, I downloaded a picture for my desktop from Vietnam. It’s a charming enough picture with palms and water and a boat, but what tipped it from being something I enjoyed glancing at to something I downloaded was the location. I never had all that much interest in Vietnam until Cai showed up in 2003. (Cai is the heroine from The Power of Two.) She and Jake have been gone since the summer of 2004, but I still think of them.

My characters are also the reason why I’ve developed an interest in a lot of things that I wouldn’t have expected. Maia had me studying the inner workings of art museums, Deke had me learning about the LAPD and being a private investigator, and I have an anthropology book courtesy of Kendall.

In the end, a lot of it comes down to research, but I also find myself drawn to things that either remind me of my characters or represent them in some way. Sometimes it makes me wonder.

Off to battle snow and cold.

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

This adaptation of William Shakespeare’s play stars Kevin Kline as Bottom the weaver, Michelle Pfeiffer as Titania, Rupert Everett as Oberon an Calista Flockhart has Helena.

The movie really features three separate story lines. There is the story involving Kevin Kline. He’s part of a group of craftsmen rehearsing a play to perform for the grand duke’s marriage celebration. There’s the story of the fairies and an argument between Oberon and Titania over a young boy from India. And the third and final story is four young lovers, Helena, Hermia, Lysander and Demetrius. Demetrius is engaged to Hermia, but Hermia and Lysander are in love. They decide to run off together to prevent her marriage to the wrong man, but they confide in Helena. Helena is still in love with Demetrius, and hoping this will win his favor, she tells him of their plan.

Oberon enlists Puck to retrieve a flower that has an essence that, when rubbed on a person’s eyes, makes them fall in love with the next person they see. He plans to use it on Titania to get his way about the boy. When he sees the poor way Demetrius treats Helena, he tells Puck to put some on the young Athenian’s eyes. Puck, of course, mistakes the man and puts it on Lysander’s eyes instead. He sees Helena when he first awakes and falls madly in love with her. Demetrius also gets a dose and likewise is in love with Helena. Both men chase her, spurning Hermia, who becomes angry. Helena thinks the men are mocking her.

Meanwhile, the group of craftsmen are rehearsing their play close to where the fairy queen sleeps and Puck gives Bottom the head of an ass–complete with big ears. Bottom wakes Titania who has also had the essence put on her eyes. She becomes enamored of him and dotes on this mortal who looks like a donkey.

I adore Shakespeare. I took a class when I was in college, and since then, I’ve read (or reread) his plays for fun. The man really was brilliant. I saw A Midsummer Night’s Dream on stage when I was a freshman at the U of MN Morris and A&E has shown a taped version of the stage play on their channel a few times. I mention this so you know that I have some familiarity with this play and that it’s one I like.

Overall, this version of the story wasn’t bad, but unless I’m remembering everything horribly wrong, the film did my least favorite thing–they moved the play’s setting to another time and place than Shakespeare intended. The Guthrie Theater does this all the time and I can’t tell you how much I loathe it. For an example, I was watching Tartuffe by Moliere and enjoying the hell out of it–until the end when the actors (who up until that point had been in period costume) came out in 1930 gangster outfits complete with tommy guns and a car. This was a definite “Say what?” moment.

My memory of A Midsummer Night’s Dream is that it takes place in Athens and before the 1800s. The names in the play–Lysander, Hermia, Theseus, etc., as well as some of the references to Athens–lead me to believe my memory is correct. Unfortunately, that means this movie was moved to Italy in the 1800s and that leaves me a very unhappy viewer.

That said, Kevin Kline did a brilliant job as Bottom. Of course, I do love Kevin Kline, so again, I’m biased. I thought Michelle Pfeiffer also did well as did Rupert Everett. I didn’t quite get why Oberon wanted the Indian boy and why Titania didn’t want to give him up nor did I understand why she wasn’t angry later when Oberon did get the Indian boy. It seems to me she would have tried to get the kid back since she’d promised his mother to watch over him, but she just kind of shrugged and all was well between her and Oberon again. I can’t blame the movie for this, though.

All the actors and actresses did a credible job with the dialog IMO. Sometimes modern actors doing Shakespeare come across as stilted, like actors reciting Shakespeare rather than being their characters, but there wasn’t one person in this movie that didn’t do well.

The scenes/setting of the film were beautifully done and added to the authenticity of the time and place. No matter how briefly the setting appeared in the movie, it appeared as if all pains were taken to ensure it was well accomplished.

What didn’t I like? The time and place used–as I mentioned above. I also didn’t like the constant use of bicycles in the film. Even Puck, instead of using magic, rides a bike at various times. My other problem was that this is supposed to be a comedy, but there was very little that was staged to be funny until the end when Bottom and his group of craftsmen do their play.

If you enjoy Shakespeare, this might be worth watching, otherwise I’d rent Much Ado About Nothing.

My rating 3.5 stars.

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Perception Versus Reality

Saturday, January 27th, 2007

I’m the guest blogger today at Magical Musings! I talked about creating characters, so if you’re interested, head on over and check it out. Just an FYI, this blog is geared primarily toward writers and that’s reflected in my post.

Last night, as I was putting the finishing touches on my guest blog piece, I watched the end of Men In Black 2. I’ve seen this movie before, probably around the time it first came out, and I remember not being all that impressed with it. When I watched yesterday, though, I thought the ending was pretty cool. Um, warning, I’m going to reveal spoilers, but the movie was released in 2002, so I’m guessing pretty much anyone who wanted to see it has seen it.

Okay, in MIB2, there are these tiny aliens who live inside a locker, and in the final scene, they’re in Will Smith’s MIB locker. Sorry, I can’t remember if he was K or J. And Will Smith says to Tommy Lee Jones: “Shouldn’t we let them out of the locker? There’s a whole world out there.” Or words to that effect. And Tommy Lee comments along the lines of Will still being a rookie. He then goes over and kicks a door open revealing that we’re living in the locker of a larger alien species.

It reminded me of short story in an science fiction anthology that I read a long time ago. I can’t remember the name of the book or the name of the story, but the idea stayed with me all these years. In it, this man or boy (I can’t remember how old this character was supposed to be) gets a toy. He creates a planet, and when he gets mad at what’s going on, he destroys it. He ends up regretting it and starts again, vowing not to wreck it again, no matter what the life forms on it do. The planet? Earth.

Both these ideas talk about our reality being based completely on our perspective. The philosophical questions raised are legion and this is exactly the kind of stuff that gets my brain swirling. I took a class in high school called Philosophy of the Western World and we did all kinds of reading that touched on this kind of question. All these philosophers trying to prove our world existed–heck, trying to prove we existed–and they couldn’t do it. Everyone knows: I think therefore I am, but there were others who took that proof apart.

The end result of this class (at least for me) was that we can’t know what reality is because we’re limited by our perception. So I decided I’m not going to worry about it. :-) It doesn’t matter if we are living in a locker of an alien species, this is our reality and what we have to work with. That said, however, this is a concept I’d love to play with some day in one of my stories. :-)

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Spaced Out

Friday, January 26th, 2007

My original plan yesterday morning was to post about my dad and his computer use, but that was pushed off the front page by the crime news. For his birthday almost a year ago, my mom bought my dad a computer. He’s secretary at his lodge and he spends a lot of time on the typewriter, getting his minutes prepared. I’ve tried in the past to show him what to do, but he can’t even remember how to turn on the computer without my standing over his shoulder telling him what to push. Having someone else teach him is a much better idea. :-) So finally, on Wednesday, he went to a class.

When I called home that afternoon, I could hear how excited he was. Good, I thought, this is what he needs–to be excited about using the computer. Then he asked some questions about some box that had come up and why this and why that. I knew I’d need to look at it in person.

First thing I noticed was that he had the start menu up. I clicked that so it went away. The box that had shown up over his document? A formatting tool bar. I don’t know what he’d clicked or hit to bring that up. Then I looked at his document. EEK!!!!

He was writing a letter for another group he’s part of, and instead of going with a solid block style, he’d indented. Fine, that’s still an acceptable style except that instead of using the tab key, he’d spaced. The left margin looked ragged and ugly. Then there was the really good part–he kept hitting the return key instead of letting the text wrap onto the next line. His right margin looked ugly too. I began to wonder what he’d learned in class.

I began fixing the letter. In the middle of it, he had a list of names and phone numbers. Again, he’d spaced instead of tabbing, although even tabbing might not look right. I created a table and cut and pasted the data into it. He’s supposed to go back to class next week. I told him to ask the teacher about a few things because he clearly needs some basics he didn’t get. He made a list. Now I can only hope he goes next Wednesday and that he remembers to ask for help on what I told him.

This story is funnier if you were there. Or maybe I would be able to write it funnier if I wasn’t so exhausted. I have to send a revamped bio to my agent today and I was up late last night working on it. I loathe writing bios more than almost anything else. The last time I wrote a short one, it was for the back of my first book, and I’ve been using that ever since. I briefly thought about using it again, but decided it’s time to update it and mention a few awards and whatnot. Torture. Absolute, total torture. It still needs some tweaking, but at least it’s almost done now.

Update on the theft story from yesterday. Apparently, when they broke into the car a few houses down, they found the garage remote, opened the door and took stuff from inside.

I also found out yesterday that there were two armed robberies not that long ago less than a mile from my home in the little cluster of businesses there. Another eek moment since I knew nothing about this.

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Too Much Excitement

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

I always complain about how boring things are and that nothing exciting ever happens. Then, if something does, I usually comment about how boring isn’t a bad thing. Well, here we go, boring isn’t a bad thing. I’ll start from my beginning.

Yesterday morning, I left for work around 5:30am like I do every day. As I’m pulling out of the driveway, I see this one tire track cutting through the snow between my driveway and the street. I’m like, huh, someone must have used my driveway to turn around and misjudged when to turn their steering wheel. When I arrived home from work, I took a closer look and was relieved to see there’d been enough snow piled up there to protect my sod. Hey, that stuff isn’t cheap and I did endlessly haul hoses around last summer–I feel emotionally invested in this lawn.

It wasn’t until later that I found out that my neighbor across the street and three houses down had things stolen out of her car. Then, if that weren’t enough, I find out the neighbor across the street and one house down had his SUV stolen out of his driveway. =8-O

This neighbor said they think it happened between midnight and six in the morning, but I think the window was probably smaller than that. I was in my kitchen by 4:15, probably a little earlier than that, and the windows over my sink face their driveway. I would have seen any lights there and it was totally dark. The other reason I think it happened earlier was that tire track in my yard. I think it was the thieves. It makes sense. They needed to turn the vehicle around, I have a little jut-out in my driveway so that I can turn my SUV around. So I bet they pulled in, turned around, and in their rush to getaway with grand theft auto, they took the turn too tight.

This is incredible. My neighborhood is quiet. The last time we had the police here was like four years ago when the kid across the street had a huge party and it took six squad cars to break it up. Nothing happens here and that’s the way I like it. Of course, I immediately flashed back to the night I forgot to shut my garage door last fall. I’ve been kind of paranoid since then, double checking it every night before I go to bed. Last night, I checked it a few times.

This didn’t stop me from sleeping last night, and sleeping hard. :-) I’m too exhausted right now to stay up worrying about it. Besides, I figure rifling through vehicles in people’s driveways–even stealing a car out of a driveway–is a big step below breaking into someone’s house. And if I’m wrong, please don’t tell me! I’m happier believing this.

Things can go back to boring any time now. I’d far prefer it.

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Patti Unplugged

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

My dad waited for the television repair guy yesterday while I was at the day job (EDJ). I’ve been having an issue with sound on all the channels except for the 4 local ones that the cable company left on their original station. My dad said the guy came first thing in the morning (yea!) and tested everything. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong so he got on the phone to RCA, and for half an hour, they ran through all kinds of stuff. Nothing worked. Finally, the TV guy said he was going to try one more thing.

He unplugged the television, let it sit for a minute and plugged it back in.

It worked perfectly.

The guy told my dad that RCA is having problems with compatibility with some cable systems and that weird stuff like this happens because of it. He said if the sound goes out again, to do the unplug thing, and if that didn’t work, that we should call again.

I just have to laugh. For more than 2 weeks, if I’ve wanted to watch television, I’ve had to do it in my bedroom. I’ve even watched the movies I reviewed here on my smaller TV. The cable company has been out. Now TV repair. And all this time, all I needed to do was unplug it and plug it back in again. Amazing. :-)

And also in the amazing column. I started to subscribe to Smithsonian Magazine (although I’m running into the problem I feared: no time to read it). They spelled my last name wrong, so I corrected that and sent it back. Yesterday, my next issue arrived with my last name spelled exactly right. The problem? My first name is wrong. It wasn’t before. Just call me Oattu. Sigh.

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