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August 19, 2021
Midweek Madness Update
Image by mohamed Hassan from PixabayI've finally gotten through the MFRW Steam Hop posts and posted everyone's links to the August Roost Recommendations.
At this point, I'm thinking it would be best to go back to a weekly-ish format with the Roost Recommendations because the people at the end of the month are going to get the short end of the stick.
I thought I had something to say, but I guess I really don't. I'm feeling burned out and discouraged right now.
A Less Ornery Than Usual Owl Has Sighed Into the Void
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August 17, 2021
No WEP
Image by Free-Photos from PixabayI will not be participating in the WEP challenge this time.
If anyone who is participating stops by here, I hope you enjoy this round.
The good news is, now nobody will have to worry about the fact that I'm not Charlotte.
I could change my handle from Ornery Owl to avoid confusion, although I thought the part about "from Naughty Netherworld Press and Reader's Roost" already made the clarification.
However, I like the Ornery Owl handle, and somehow I think "bitter old hag whose resting bitch face never rests" seems a bit confrontational.
Therefore, I remain ornery and not Charlotte, even if I'm not actually an owl.
Ornery Owl (Still not Charlotte) Has Spoken
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August 16, 2021
Ornery's Mid-Month Check-In
Welcome to the second newsletter for August. I'm on a roll!
How it started:I'm gonna try to be all things to everyone!How it's going:Rather than shaming myself for falling short of that goal, I am objectively analyzing my own patterns and actions. This is genuinely a first for me. In my entire 56 years, I have never actually done this before.
I notice that I get a pretty hearty selection of books for the Roost Recommendations (HTTP://ornerybookemporium.blogspot.com) when I participate in MFRW Retweet Day with MFRW Author (https://mfrw.blogspot.com/). So no matter what else happens, the Roost Recommendations won't be a shameful flop. Of course I need to be sure to put my tweet link on the correct post or it won't see any action. Derp!
For those who aren't currently participating in MFRW Retweet Day, I highly recommend MFRW Retweet Day. Follow the link to learn more. Also, tell everyone to sign up for the Naughty Netherworld Newsletter to get useful tips like this plus lots of useless blather--I mean, scintillating conversation.
I was intending to start my shares for the MFRW Steam Hop (http://mfrwsteam.blogspot.com/) on Thursday, but Other Shit happened. I can't plan my activities around The Perfect Month. I need to leave room for Other Shit, because Other Shit always happens including shit like my being inspired on my latest, soon-to-be-rejected WIP being created specifically for rejection from this year's IWSG anthology. (HTTP://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com)
I'm actually not being self-deprecating when I say this. My work isn't their cup of tea. I always create a piece for rejection anyway and self-publish it later.
I didn't write an IWSG post this month. I'll get back to that next month.
I made myself a schedule to follow. I'll be revising it. I forgot that it existed until this moment. What people refer to as "senior moments" is the story of ADHD. I've been like this all my life. There were no significant changes when I hit 40 or 50.
When I was undergoing evaluation for disability, I learned that I don't have dementia and that my short-term memory is actually pretty good when I concentrate on something. When I focus on something else, all is forgotten except for those things that are critically important. I'm actually a lot better at knowing where to find my keys now than I was when I was in my 20s and 30s because I always put them in the same place!
Anyway, sometimes I have to let inspiration take precedence over the practical stuff. I'll get to the MFRW Steam comments today and add everyone's books and posts to the Roost Recommendations. I'll see what comes next after that.
I need to drive to Fort Collins (60 miles away) for a blood draw. I wanted to do it earlier in the month but I'm not going to go if I'm not positive that the lab has my orders, and they haven't been answering the phone or returning my calls. I asked my PA to email or snail mail me a copy of the lab orders. So far I've not received that either.
I may ask the PA if I should come in for the rest of the annual diabetic check and I can pick up the orders from her. I don't have the staff at her office do my draws because
A) I have to do a modified fast for 12 hours where I can't eat anything containing fat. This is so I don't get a false high reading on my triglycerides. Since I'm diabetic, she realizes that I have to eat something so I don't pass out, so my glucose is going to be high when the labs are drawn. That's not the problem. The problem is I feel like hot garbage because foods with zero fat are notoriously unsatisfying.
B) My veins are shit, so the MAs at the office usually can't get them. The people at the lab in Fort Collins are EMTs and paramedics. They're proficient at dealing with terrible veins.
In summary, I'm not going to drive 125 miles to the doctor's office while feeling like absolute crap and needing to pee so bad I can taste it because I have to drink massive amounts of liquid to plump up my garbage veins, only to get to the doctor's office and have to endure multiple failed attempts to get blood from a turnip.
The other problem in this equation is that the post office has been returning my mail recently, so who knows if the lab orders will get to me or not. If they aren't here today, I'll contact the office and let them know.
This is the story of my stupid life. I bet you're glad you're not me. I wouldn't be me either if I had a choice.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
August 10, 2021
Readers Roost: Roost Recommendations August 2021
I've started working on this month's Roost Recommendations and will endeavor to add books from the blog hops that I participate in over the course of the month.
I would like to try and make the blog hops work for me, and in turn, I want to work for them. Indie and small press authors have a difficult time getting noticed. The Roost Recommendations are my small way of giving back. Maybe nobody will ever be into my books, but if they pick up some books written by my author acquaintances, that will be good too.
I've decided to divide my shares into four major categories: nonfiction, erotica, Team Netherworld Creations, and poetry.
On tap for this week, we have the MFRW Steam Hop where yours truly is sharing a chapter from Yesterday's Desire, the eighth book in the hot Cloned Heat series. The second week of the month is Erotica Week, so you can expect my shares to be sizzling.
If that sort of thing really is not your bag, Baby, avoid Naughty Netherworld Press on the second week of the month. If, on the other hand, that sort of thing really is your bag, Baby, then welcome and enjoy!
~Ornery Owl (Still not Charlotte no matter how much you wish I was) Has Spoken~
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August 8, 2021
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Genre:M/M erotica, sci-fi
Length:3000 words (approximate)
Mature Content Advisory:Although this post isn't terribly explicit, it technically reaches a Bushfire Out of Control rating on the Naughty Scale. If you would prefer to avoid out-of-control bushfires and bawdy boys-only erotic games, this post should be given a pass. On the other hand, if that sort of thing really is your bag, Baby, c'mon in and stay awhile!
The story that this excerpt is taken from reaches Erotic Supernova levels and is definitely not for the faint of heart.
Blurb
The mysterious monks of Temple Bratuns have penetrated the shadows of Peregrine Varga’s past, but they need to go deeper still, fully opening the sealed doors of the troubled roughneck’s mind. Only by confronting his past can Peregrine’s life truly become his own.\
Short Snippet
With the refractory period following his intense orgasm at the hands of Brother Mateus subsiding, Peregrine smiled blissfully and reached out his arms as if to embrace his robust Romeo. Brother Mateus, however, was no naïve neophyte. He saw the predatory gleam in Peregrine’s eyes and moved away before the infected roughneck had a chance to sink his emerging fangs into the monk’s flesh.
“Tut tut, meu delicioso pedaço1,” Brother Mateus chided. “I have no desire to become enslaved to a sirene du mer through your tainted bite. Now, tell me truthfully, is it really, as your delightful bosom companion Senhor Iker refers to him, the salty little fucker who is controlling your mind, or is it in fact the memory of one Master Léandre Anandi Bruhn?”
Intermission
If all you wanted was an appetizer, you're done! Scroll down to see how to grab a copy of this spicy work for yourself, if you're so inclined. However, if you're still hungry, you are welcome to stick around for the main course!
Extended Snippet
Peregrine snarled, his eyes flashing red, then turning black as the skies over a stormy sea. The other monks restrained the raging roughneck, returning him to the bondage bench and securing him in a kneeling position.
“Bring the cooling salve,” Brother ordered.
Iker opened his mouth to speak but the commanding friar touched a finger to his lips.
“On my say-so, meu caro amigo,” he advised. “So our methods will have the strongest impact for both you e seu amor.4”
Iker’s cheeks flushed, but if Brother Laocoön noticed, he said nothing. He simply led Iker to Brother Mateus.
Although Iker heard the senior monk’s voice, his attention was drawn by Peregrine’s behavior and the animal grunts and snarls emerging from his friend’s lips as the monks massaged his pulsating muscles with icy, invigorating salve.
“I cannot stress strongly enough the key role that you play in your friend’s potential salvation, meu delicioso companheiro,5” Brother Mateus advised as he strode to the bondage bench where Peregrine wantonly groaned and writhed under the skillful ministrations of the erotic clergy. “For you see, when Brother Saiful was so lusciously pleasing you, he was not only experiencing a thrilling ride, but he was also opening you to releasing the secrets of your subconscious mind. Had you been the one bitten, your transformation would have been even more difficult to manage than your lover’s, for your secret shame runs even deeper.”
“Those days are long forgotten…” Iker protested.
The senior monk silenced him with a kiss.
“Denial will not save su menino amante.6 Only by working together can we hope to rescue him. I ask you now to help me prepare for a deeper probing into the mind and body of the dangerously delicious Peregrine, meu gracioso servo.7”
“I’m ready to do whatever you ask, Brother Mateus,” Iker promised.
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Ornery Thoughts (Contains Swearing and Mild Peril)
I'm still ironing out the routine with Readers Roost. (http://bit.ly/ReadersRoost) July was a complete cluster-fuck and August is shaping up to be at least a minor cluster-fuck. All of these cluster-fucks are cutting into the things I love to do.
The organized among you probably think that I am the biggest disaster to befall the planet, and I probably am. If you know someone like me who always seems to be running around like a chicken with their head cut off, please be patient with them. The likelihood is that they have ADHD like I do.
If I had learned coping and management skills at a young age, I wouldn't be having to try and teach them to myself now. I tend not to be very nice to myself when something I do doesn't work out as I'd hoped and sometimes this leads to a psychological crash that can last anywhere from a day or two to a couple of weeks.
There's so much that I want to do and even if I were to do it all, I'd have people telling me that I've failed to do something else, probably something involving making myself pretty, appearing young even if though I'm not, and becoming thin. None of those things are ever going to happen barring either a miracle or a disaster, and at this stage of the game, I honestly don't understand why people place so much value on them. What one does should be more important than what one looks like--always.
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August 6, 2021
Naughty Netherworld News Presents: New Publishing Tricks
Well, what do ya know? It's only been two weeks since I last published a newsletter! Go me!
With Reedsy deciding to add a fee to their weekly contest, I will slowly be pulling my material off their platform. I really never expected to win the contest anyway, I was mainly using the prompts as tools to help me adhere to a deadline. I will be publishing the material to Kindle Vella.
Here's what's cool about Kindle Vella:
Readers get the first three episodes of a given serial for free. For authors, this hopefully means that readers will be interested in continuing to read their work following the first three episodes.
The thing that sucks about Kindle Vella is that it's open to US residents only on both the author and reader platforms. So I also intend to keep the stories available elsewhere. I'll probably continue to make them available on Odysee and on my Patreon, although heaven only knows that I haven't had much success growing an audience on either of those. So I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do there. I guess I'll just fly by the seat of my pants like I always do while flinging things at the wall and seeing what sticks.
This also means that I may be sharing weekly material on some of the blog hops again. For the foreseeable future, I'll continue making the first chapter of the Cloned Heat series available for the MFRW Steam Hop/MFRW Author week. For the rest of the month, I'll share another piece of work. I guarantee that I will also continue to be a piece of work.
Cloned Heat is due to wrap at the end of the year. I'm thinking of starting a new erotica series to be published on Kindle Vella. The serial that I just started is Lovecraftian sci-fi fantasy. It contains no explicit erotica.
I'm still ironing out the details with the Roost Recommendations posts.
I wonder what it would be like to be one of those people from Planet Organized. Do people from Planet Organized tend to feel like they have a noose around their neck and a vicious taskmaster screaming at them to get 50 different things done at once? Because that's how I feel most of the time.
Overall, I'm doing a bit better. I keep doing this stuff because I love it, but sometimes it gets discouraging that none of it ever seems to amount to a hill of beans.
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August 1, 2021
Good Stuff From Grover: Sunday Dinner at the Grover Hotel: Slow Cooker Eye...
It's been way too long since I published a Sunday Dinner post. Today, Ornery Owl shares how to turn an inexpensive roast into a delicious dinner with a few simple tricks.
July 29, 2021
Thirsty Thursday: A Journey to Xura
Image by M. Maggs from PixabayThe sight that Robin and John saw on their arrival in the Dreamlands looked a little bit something like this.The Adventures of Robin Roberts and Little John Tamboli: A Journey to Xura Genuine discourse
“Are you comin’ tonight?”
A burly ghoul wearing a faded green and brown checked newsboy cap, a tattered gray cable-knit sweater over a threadbare collared shirt, and ragged brown trousers sat on a filthy futon in a cavern crafted by ghoulish hands beneath London’s Royal Horseguards Hotel. He had a map and a musty old tome in front of him, which he was studying by the light of a dim lantern. A Victrola sat in the corner, playing “Nearer My God to Thee.”
The large chap glanced up from the tome to see a diminutive ghoul clad in a reddish-brown newsboy cap, a gray sweater over a collared shirt, and a pair of ragged blue trousers. This was the same outfit that Robin Roberts wore every day, the same outfit that he had been wearing on the day he and John were placed in the mass grave in Crouch End on the 8th of June, 1918.
“Aw, Rob, mightn’t we Scapa Fla ter the bloomin' carnival anovver night?” John pleaded. “It’s been there since afore we were even a thought, and it ain’t likely ter disappear anytime soon.”
“You’ve been sayin’ that fer a fortnight,” Robin countered, taking the needle from the record. “Why're ya listenin’ ter this maudlin dirge? At least pop on a bit of ragtime or sum sha tunes, summit a chap can snap ‘is Longers & Lingers ter.”
“Cause those kinds of tunes will make me plates of meat set ter tappin', and then I won't get aahhht done. Ya kna that I Kathy Burke Mae West chicken pen I earwig ter melancholy music. Anyways, that's the bloomin' last Ding-Dong that the band played aboard the Titanic ‘fore she sunk ter the bottom of Davy Jones Locker. There's a benefit ter raise funds ter commemorate the saucepan lids 'oo perished chicken pen the Titanic sank, and I wanna donate a few Bin Lid so's the Bruce Lee nippers can be 'onored as they deserve ter be.”
“So yer plannin' ter rob sum rich evil blighter and donate the bloomin' proceeds ter 'onor the chuffin' kiddas 'oo went daahhhn wif the bleedin' 'appeny dip,” Robin realized. “That's a jolly Robin Hood scheme and wite up me alley. But we can't Kathy Burke on an empty stomach, Johnny. Come ter the carnival wif me. We'll fill our bellies and 'ave a giraffe and then we'll come Hammer and Tack 'ere and plan the 'eist.”
“Come ter fin' of it, I do 'ave a rumblin' in me tum,” John acknowledged. “A sugar and spice slice of plump rump sounds loike just the Bat and Wicket ter take the edge Frank Bough. You've talked me into it, Rob. A strappin' lad loike me needs ter eat 'is fill if 'e's gonna plan and scheme.”
“Na yer gettin’ the picture. Come along, there ain’t a moment ter spare, fer I’m so chuffin’ ‘ungry I could scarf down a whole bear!”
Planning the Journey“So, ‘ow much urgency is there in yer need fer speed in reaching Xura?” Little John inquired. “Do we wish a leisurely stroll with lots of adventure in between? Shall we go by way of the tunnels, shall we travel through the Dreamlands, or shall we just pop off through a gate?”
“’Eaven and 'ell, I am keen ter steer clear of bof 'ip 'oppin' 'oodlums and rash inducin' radishes, so I suggest we avoid the city,” Robin replied. “’Owsomever, just thumb-suckin' Frank Bough through a gate does seem a bit anticlimactic. Oi'd say me preference is a stroll along an earthen frog and toad wif impenetrable bushes on either side, just for a Randolph Scott of eerie atmosphere, ya kna.”
“So, through the bleedin' Dreamlands, then. Oi've a Bruce Lee thought on that. If we take the bloomin' tunnels, we lessen our chances of encounterin’ a 'uman.”
“I daan't give a Kate Moss abaht 'umans. Fickle blighters they are. If it's an inexperienced dreamer that we encounter, they'll scream and Donald Duck Frank Bough daahhhn a steep Jack and Jill, likely fallin' wite Hammer and Tack into their body. If we 'appen on sum sort of maniac 'avin' a lurk in the bleedin' bushes, we'll Ian Beale wif them as necessary. Daan't be a fusspot, China Plate. It's been altogether too long since we ‘ad an adventure.”
“That it 'as, you'll get nah argument from me there. Since that's settled, let's Crust of Bread through the bleedin' gate ter the bloomin' enchanted Do Me Good and make Robin Hood on the opportunity ter dine loike kings.”
“Kilts and kings an’ quilts and queens, I don’t care a fig fer any of them things,” Robin smirked. “Fill me quiver wif liver and give me a skull fer a bowl, and I’ll be as happy a ghoul as ever ya saw.”
Robin snapped his fingers, twirled around like a ballerina, shuffled back and forth while chanting arcane words and waved his hand. An arc of silvery light appeared on the earthen wall.
John’s mood was much spryer than it had been when Robin first entered the room. His tummy rumbled and his feet grumbled as he stood. He crunched his toes against the floor to alleviate the stiffness, then skipped towards the portal, which caused Robin to burst out laughing.
“Oi, Petunia, wait fer me!” Robin called as John sashayed through the gate.
The wiry ghoul performed a swan dive into the portal. Moments later, he and John tumbled from a gate in the trunk of a tree into a grassy glen in the storied Enchanted Wood of the Dreamlands. They lay looking up at the clouds in the clear blue sky.
“It’s much too bright, it gives me a fright!” Robin complained, although his fit of tittering gave away his good cheer.
“Least we ain’t trolls, so it ain’t like the sun will petrify us,” John reasoned.
“The bleedin' Dreamlands are always so beautiful, ain't they, Little John? Daan't matter if it's day or night, they're a grand old sight. Leaves me verklempt, it does.”
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Further notes:The Tale Weaver prompt asked for a story from the perspective of a villain. I was already writing this piece when I saw the prompt. My interpretation deviates from the prompt in that Robin and John are the unlikely heroes of the first book in the Tales from the Dreamlands series. Yes, they are ghouls. Yes, they eat rotting flesh. But they aren't actually evil. they're just interpreted that way.
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Acknowledgments
Xura is the creation of H.P. Lovecraft. It makes its initial appearance in The White Ship, first publication The United Amateur #2, November 1919.
Ghouls such as Robin and Little John make occasional appearances in Lovecraft’s work. They were initially described in Pickman’s Model, first publication Weird Tales, October 1927.
Prompts Used
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Photo Challenge
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/07/20/photo-challenge-375/
Tale Weaver
Wordle
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/07/19/wordle-250/
Lessen
Urgency
Maniac
Bushes
Road
Steep
Headlights
Scream
Impenetrable
Human
Lurk
Fickle
Wordle
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/07/26/wordle-251/
Suction
Death
Bridge
Petrify
Nightshade
Neck
Peel
Weapon
Little
Bodies
Rumor
Verklempt- overly emotional and unable to speak.
Putting My Feet in the Dirt
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Reedsy
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Submitted to the Write about an introvert and an extrovert who are best friends prompt.
The piece was also inspired by these prompts:
Write about someone who wants to stay home alone, only for their plans to be disrupted.
Start your story with a character saying, “Are you coming tonight?”
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July 12, 2021
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Genre:M/M erotica, sci-fi
Length:3000 words (approximate)
Mature Content Advisory:Although this post doesn't contain explicit content, it makes no (ahem) bones about the explicit activities occurring in the mysterious (and sexy) Temple Bratuns. So, if that sort of thing really is not your bag, Baby, this is your cue to return from whence you came and give this post a miss.
The story that the excerpt is taken from does contain explicit content.
Blurb:
Peregrine Varga is deep under Finn Storm’s spell. The mysterious monks of Temple Bratuns have never combated the influence of a siren before. They will need to dive deep into Peregrine’s psyche and open the shrouded passage of his subconscious if there is any hope for the enchanted roughneck to ever regain control of his senses.
Short Snippet:
“Release the supplicant from the bondage bench,” Brother Mateus ordered.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Iker inquired. “He tried to run last time you did that. My knees are still shaking after the pounding that Brother Saiful here just gave me. I’m not sure that I’d be able to subdue him if he decides to bolt.”
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Extended Snippet
“I think he has been subdued by the masterful probing he just received from the delightful Ohannes,” Brother Mateus reasoned. “I believe that he is ready for me to begin a different kind of probing. Brother Peregrine, we will begin by shining a luz into the hidden passages of your mind before my staff stretches your back passage to its outer limits. What do you say, meu caro amigo1? Would you care to join me for um pingo?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” Peregrine replied, a docile smile on his face.
“Esplêndido! Oh, we have tapped into something here. It is as though a própria vida2 has simply drained from your strong body. Such a segredo terrível3 you must be holding onto! Well, amigo, there is no secret that can maintain its power when exposed to a luz. Fear not, we will draw this shadow out, at first gently, then we shall hit it with everything we have in our arsenal. No more will it plague you, and if I am correct, you will be free from the clutches of a sirene du mer. Brothers, release your supplicants! It is time now to relax and enjoy um pingo and easy conversation.”
“Perry, you look terrible,” Iker noted, hurrying to his friend’s side. “Are you sure this is the right time for a coffee break, Brother Mateus? He looks like he needs a hospital!”
“A hospital has no medicine that can heal him, meu amigo,” Brother Mateus cautioned. “This is a sickness of spirit, not of body. This shadow has had its hold over your friend’s mind long before a sirene du mer cast his spell. The harder he fights, the stronger its grip becomes. We must draw it out slowly if we are to have any hope for o triunfo.4 Amigos old and new, sit down, relax, enjoy um pingo! We grow os grãos de café5here in our own gardens and the milk comes from os grãos of the prized Gakels bush. I have been told that os grãos de Gakels produce the creamiest milk.”
A battle raged in Peregrine’s mind, but he was too defeated to rage or attempt to run. He wrapped himself in the comfortable robe presented to him by one Brother Parry Anish Balodis, a tall, sinewy young fellow with flaxen hair and sparkling blue eyes the color of the skies in pictures that Peregrine had seen from Homeworld Earth.
“If you cannot save me, Brother Mateus, release me to the ocean to live out the remainder of my cruel life,” Peregrine murmured as he sipped the coffee beverage the high priest placed in his hands. “Either that or kill me. Death would be preferable to this war raging in my soul.”
“I know you are unhappy, meu caro amigo, but give your cares to me for tonight,” Brother Mateus implored. “I truly believe that we can heal this wound from which bleeds your happiness.”
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NotesFor the foreseeable future, I will be posting to the Big Four blog hops once a month and the Roost Recommendations at http://ornerybookemporium.blogspot.com will be a monthly rather than weekly feature.
I will be publishing far less WIP material. It doesn't generate much interest, and it takes a lot of time and effort to create the posts. My first thought when I wake up in the morning is "oh, hell, not this shit again." So I need to scale back the amount of promotion I'm doing and allow myself and my stories to heal.
Again, I am deeply grateful to everyone who donated to Tara's chemotherapy. You really did make things easier.
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July 9, 2021
Update: Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost
The Tower from the Azathoth Tarot DeckHello Naughties and Roosties.
Things are going to hell in a handbasket, and every time I think that I'm okay to keep pushing myself, that ends up being not true. I'm afraid that I've behaved like a bit of an ass, and to anyone who was on the receiving end of that, I apologize.
For the time being, I'm going to confine myself to doing one session of blog hops when the new Cloned Heat book comes out. This means that for the foreseeable future, the Roost Recommendations posts will be monthly rather than weekly.
I will still do the Insecure Writers Support Group.
I may occasionally do other blog hops outside of the Big Four, but I've honestly found that I don't get much feedback from participating in these.
While I'm not going to stop writing entirely (like anyone cares if I do or I don't), I'm going to keep my WIP stuff a lot closer to the chest. I always thought that people would enjoy watching a work in progress, but nobody seems to be very interested. It takes effort to create the posts, so if they don't have an audience, I don't see any reason to make them.
I learned a long time ago that for people to take an interest in a woman's work, she has to be pretty. I'm not and never have been. I guess I kept hoping that people's attitudes would evolve and that we as a society would come to realize that looks are an overall meaningless attribute, but, if anything, things have only gotten worse.
Somebody once said that music was better when ugly people were making it. I think the same is true of writing. People who are writing from the most wounded part of themselves often produce the most powerful work.
The general public doesn't want the kind of work where someone has torn out their heart and spilled their guts. They want the shiny, the sparkly, the effervescent, soda pop, bubblegum. They don't want to see the scars behind the mask of perfection. I give the people the scars.
Oddly enough, after seeing the Black Mirror episode "Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too," I think that Miley Cyrus may understand this better than just about anybody except for Britney Spears.
Anyway, after sitting there shaking and feeling like I am utterly losing whatever is left of myself and my questionable sanity, I realize that I really need to take care of myself. I'm 56 years old and my health isn't great. I need to tend to my body's needs and cultivate the haunted garden of my heart so I can keep pissing people off for at least another 40 years.
Your support is appreciated more than you know.
~Ornery Owl (still not Charlotte) Has Spoken~
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Believe me, if I could get away with it, I'd be doing this.
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