D.P. Davidson's Blog, page 12
March 6, 2013
One Month Later...
Wow! Time really flies when you're doing...absolutely nothing.
Well, not nothing so much as not the things I need to be. I've pretty well scrapped success for this semester, and I'm sure one day I'll regret that, but not today.
I have made a goodly amount of progress on my third book, and have almost gotten the cover ready. Yay!
Also, I have also been given the marvelous opportunity to have my books promoted at https://www.facebook.com/MormonBooksandAuthors. They will be on the site by Friday afternoon. It is a vastly valuable resource, and I'm super grateful for the devoted fan from my Facebook page who suggested I check out the site. I am exccedingly grateful for my fans. All three of them. You know who are.
At any rate, this post serves more as an update, thus there is no humor intersperesed as is my usual habit. However, the day is still young. I'm sure something hilarious will happen...
Well, not nothing so much as not the things I need to be. I've pretty well scrapped success for this semester, and I'm sure one day I'll regret that, but not today.
I have made a goodly amount of progress on my third book, and have almost gotten the cover ready. Yay!
Also, I have also been given the marvelous opportunity to have my books promoted at https://www.facebook.com/MormonBooksandAuthors. They will be on the site by Friday afternoon. It is a vastly valuable resource, and I'm super grateful for the devoted fan from my Facebook page who suggested I check out the site. I am exccedingly grateful for my fans. All three of them. You know who are.
At any rate, this post serves more as an update, thus there is no humor intersperesed as is my usual habit. However, the day is still young. I'm sure something hilarious will happen...
February 3, 2013
Sorry, Wrong Number. Jerk...
My sweetheart, Mr. D, passed me his cell phone yesterday with a "listen to this." I put the phone to my ear, and my eyes grew wide in horrified surprise as my ears were filled with angry profanities with the occassional word thrown in. Something about her son or job or something. It was hard to filter through the garbage.
So, my sweet husband sends this text to the offensive number: "Not sure who you left 2 messages on this number for but you have the wrong number."
To which she replies: "B*^#@$ quit playing with me. GROW THE F@#$ UP and act like a F&#;$%#$ ADULT! ILL BE UP THERE TO YOUR JOB STUPID A@$ and it ain't gone be nice! Be ready."
My husband is the nicest guy in the world as illustrated by his response: "Seriously dude...check the number...and don't call or text this number again please...we don't use that kind of language. Thank you." Note the "please" and "thank you" this person clearly did not deserve.
She proceeds to call him again and leaves another hate filled threat rant. So I ask for his phone and tell him I will write a text and then hand it back. If he objects to it in any way he didn't need to send it, but writing things down usually makes me feel better even if the letter/text/email/ post never gets sent (thus the reason why I keep a journal).
So I wrote: "For the love! What proof do you need for you to realize the poor bugger (I used another word, but I'm the lesser of the two Davidsons) you're harassing is not at this number. I tried calling you back but your phone goes straight to (user's name here) voicemail."
She called back twice. Mr.D. answered the phone and she hung up both times. She hasn't bothered him since, but here's the dealio - it never occured to her to check the number. Yes, her baby daddy could have been messing with her, but why not check the number, just to be sure. I'm thinking "please" and "thank you" with a comment concerning her lack of language skills should have been an indication she got the number wrong. That or her intended reciever suddenly devolped manners, though which was more likely?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So, my sweet husband sends this text to the offensive number: "Not sure who you left 2 messages on this number for but you have the wrong number."
To which she replies: "B*^#@$ quit playing with me. GROW THE F@#$ UP and act like a F&#;$%#$ ADULT! ILL BE UP THERE TO YOUR JOB STUPID A@$ and it ain't gone be nice! Be ready."
My husband is the nicest guy in the world as illustrated by his response: "Seriously dude...check the number...and don't call or text this number again please...we don't use that kind of language. Thank you." Note the "please" and "thank you" this person clearly did not deserve.
She proceeds to call him again and leaves another hate filled threat rant. So I ask for his phone and tell him I will write a text and then hand it back. If he objects to it in any way he didn't need to send it, but writing things down usually makes me feel better even if the letter/text/email/ post never gets sent (thus the reason why I keep a journal).
So I wrote: "For the love! What proof do you need for you to realize the poor bugger (I used another word, but I'm the lesser of the two Davidsons) you're harassing is not at this number. I tried calling you back but your phone goes straight to (user's name here) voicemail."
She called back twice. Mr.D. answered the phone and she hung up both times. She hasn't bothered him since, but here's the dealio - it never occured to her to check the number. Yes, her baby daddy could have been messing with her, but why not check the number, just to be sure. I'm thinking "please" and "thank you" with a comment concerning her lack of language skills should have been an indication she got the number wrong. That or her intended reciever suddenly devolped manners, though which was more likely?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
On the Subject of Wordy-Dirds...
I love Spongebob.
I have referenced him before as I think he has a great many wise things to say. Today I want to share with you his thoughts on "sentence enhancers."
In Bikini Bottom where Spongebob dwells, in a pineapple under the sea, one day he read that "Crabs is a..." whilst reading dumpster writing ("the voice of the people.")
It was his first introduction to such language. His ridiculous starfish friend informed him that such words were known as "sentence enhancers" and they both began enhancing their sentences from there. Later on they learn that the enhancers were really bad words, and then they were ashamed for using them.
This is where I am leading you, dear reader. "Sentence enhancers" have become less enhancers and more the norm, and it stinks. No one is ashamed of using them anymore. The only true and relevant thing my step-father ever told me, besides how to use a dictionary, was that foul language was the sign of a simple mind.
I guess that means this country is filled to capacity with simpletons. I am inclined to agree.
There is a comedy website that I used to enjoy visiting. The articles are hilarious. I laugh out loud when I read them, but they are chock full of obsenities. You know what? Those words do not add to the comedy. As a matter of fact, they take away from the enjoyment. I can't go there any more. The burning sensation in my eyes is not worth the read.
It's not just the comedy site though. It's everywhere. Why, why, why?
Don't get me wrong, I am known to say "hell" or "damn" when I'm frustrated or facing a near death collision, but there are certain words that never cross my lips. I need to desist using them at all because as Spongebob said "there's no need for words like that."
However, it has become viral. I got a calendar for Christmas. A calendar my children read. I have to check it beforehand for F-bombs. A calendar! Well, not any more. I tossed it out.
Stop me if I sound like a broken record... a broken record... a broken record.
Sorry, back on task. There are plenty of amazing books, films and music out there that are amazing without the potty talk.
The point is as the morals of society continue to degenerate, that which was profane, while still there, was pushed to the outskirts. Now they've been invited in to dine at the dinner table while all other worthwhile and more decriptive words are left to shiver in the cold.
The intelligent and sophisticated has been abandoned for unthinking, slobbering word vomit. Super potty words show a lack of consideration for everyone and an abandonment of social propriety. Knowing how to behave has become a lost art.
It is annoying as all get out when my kids call me on the carpet for using a bad word, but that just shows they have more sense than me. I'll take it.
The alternative is unacceptable.
I have referenced him before as I think he has a great many wise things to say. Today I want to share with you his thoughts on "sentence enhancers."
In Bikini Bottom where Spongebob dwells, in a pineapple under the sea, one day he read that "Crabs is a..." whilst reading dumpster writing ("the voice of the people.")
It was his first introduction to such language. His ridiculous starfish friend informed him that such words were known as "sentence enhancers" and they both began enhancing their sentences from there. Later on they learn that the enhancers were really bad words, and then they were ashamed for using them.
This is where I am leading you, dear reader. "Sentence enhancers" have become less enhancers and more the norm, and it stinks. No one is ashamed of using them anymore. The only true and relevant thing my step-father ever told me, besides how to use a dictionary, was that foul language was the sign of a simple mind.
I guess that means this country is filled to capacity with simpletons. I am inclined to agree.
There is a comedy website that I used to enjoy visiting. The articles are hilarious. I laugh out loud when I read them, but they are chock full of obsenities. You know what? Those words do not add to the comedy. As a matter of fact, they take away from the enjoyment. I can't go there any more. The burning sensation in my eyes is not worth the read.
It's not just the comedy site though. It's everywhere. Why, why, why?
Don't get me wrong, I am known to say "hell" or "damn" when I'm frustrated or facing a near death collision, but there are certain words that never cross my lips. I need to desist using them at all because as Spongebob said "there's no need for words like that."
However, it has become viral. I got a calendar for Christmas. A calendar my children read. I have to check it beforehand for F-bombs. A calendar! Well, not any more. I tossed it out.
Stop me if I sound like a broken record... a broken record... a broken record.
Sorry, back on task. There are plenty of amazing books, films and music out there that are amazing without the potty talk.
The point is as the morals of society continue to degenerate, that which was profane, while still there, was pushed to the outskirts. Now they've been invited in to dine at the dinner table while all other worthwhile and more decriptive words are left to shiver in the cold.
The intelligent and sophisticated has been abandoned for unthinking, slobbering word vomit. Super potty words show a lack of consideration for everyone and an abandonment of social propriety. Knowing how to behave has become a lost art.
It is annoying as all get out when my kids call me on the carpet for using a bad word, but that just shows they have more sense than me. I'll take it.
The alternative is unacceptable.
January 16, 2013
Push Back Available Now...
It is here! The day has come! Push Back has been published and I am a repeat offender. Woot! Ebooks can be found here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/273114
And here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-ebook/dp/B00AZMTIVU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1358352949&sr=8-2&keywords=Push+Back+D.P.+Davidson
And soon at Barnes and Noble, Apple, Kobo, and Diesel.
Softcovers can be found here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-Volume-D-P-Davidson/dp/1481956620/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358352949&sr=8-1&keywords=Push+Back+D.P.+Davidson
And here:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/push-back-dp-davidson/1114135034?ean=9781481956628
And Goodreads is having a giveaway of five free copies here:
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/41954-push-back
I did it all for you, Dear Reader. Enjoy!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/273114
And here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-ebook/dp/B00AZMTIVU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1358352949&sr=8-2&keywords=Push+Back+D.P.+Davidson
And soon at Barnes and Noble, Apple, Kobo, and Diesel.
Softcovers can be found here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-Volume-D-P-Davidson/dp/1481956620/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358352949&sr=8-1&keywords=Push+Back+D.P.+Davidson
And here:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/push-back-dp-davidson/1114135034?ean=9781481956628
And Goodreads is having a giveaway of five free copies here:
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/41954-push-back
I did it all for you, Dear Reader. Enjoy!
January 11, 2013
D.P. and Stevie's Near Death Experience...
My friend, Stevie, and I are not only super awesome moms but we're also students. Why? Because we decided it's much funner to juggle raising children and educating ourselves at the same time. Just to see if we can.
At any rate, she and I went to the college bookstore to pick up books for this next semester ( it's that juggling thing I mentioned earlier). After having successfully completed that mission, we began the journey home. All was well and good until I decided to take an exit off the highway as I was running my van on fumes (more juggling!).
Let me explain Texas for the uninitiated. The GPS is pretty much about worthless here in the country of Texas (no, that was not a misprint. People out here are crazy). The reason being that Texas highways are under constant construction. Constant, do you hear me. This means that people here have pretty much decided they will pull over, exit, and change lanes, wherever they freaking feel like it!
Such was the case yesterday. I was pulling off to exit, but because Texas is awesome like that, the stoplight was not working properly. Thus there was a mile long (seriously, a mile) line waiting for the light. Meaning people were stuck in that lane on the highway.
Well, some of our more assinine drivers decided that since there would be two lanes at the light, there should be two lanes on the highway, and proceeded to make their lane at the shoulder. After about five minutes of going nowhere, my friend suggested we leave the lane and head for another exit. Traffic was moving a pretty smooth clip in those other lanes so I had to be cautious and quick.
So the van in front of me moved up around the same time a space opened and I decided to take it. Except the doofus in front of me decided to do the same thing after I was in the lane. Like, he waited until I could smell his breath to move. So to avoid hitting him, I had to move to the other lane. However the other lane was already occupied. I also would like to mention that these lanes are narrow and lined with concrete walls. There is no room for error on a good day.
I slowed to avoid hitting the Volvo of Stupidity (in a perfect world, meaning one where I didn't get hurt, I would have rammed his backside twice for good measure), with enough room for the oncoming van to squeak by.
My whole life flashed before my eyes and let me tell you, that just should not happen. That mess actually takes years off your life. Trust me! I am literally a year older today. Yes, it's my birthday, but that's beside the point.
After the threat of death had passed (or right in the middle, time is a blur in near death) Stevie yells (insert sentence enhancer here)! Now there may be some people who maintain that there is never a time for such language. I am here to tell you that is absolutely not true. There are totally times when words like that are called for, nay neccessary. This was one of those times.
Once my brain had stopped pulsing in pain, she apologized for her outburst and wondered how I managed not to follow her potty mouth example. "Well," said I. "I was simply too preoccupied trying to avoid the Volvo of Doom to do much else. Otherwise I would have been right there with you. Also, I cuss all the time, so it really doesn't have as much of an impact anymore." Just kidding! Sort of.
At any rate, I am thankful to be alive as it would kind of whomp to be discovered as an author after I was dead. If I have to choose death or anonymity, I choose...I'll have to get back to you.
Read my books!
At any rate, she and I went to the college bookstore to pick up books for this next semester ( it's that juggling thing I mentioned earlier). After having successfully completed that mission, we began the journey home. All was well and good until I decided to take an exit off the highway as I was running my van on fumes (more juggling!).
Let me explain Texas for the uninitiated. The GPS is pretty much about worthless here in the country of Texas (no, that was not a misprint. People out here are crazy). The reason being that Texas highways are under constant construction. Constant, do you hear me. This means that people here have pretty much decided they will pull over, exit, and change lanes, wherever they freaking feel like it!
Such was the case yesterday. I was pulling off to exit, but because Texas is awesome like that, the stoplight was not working properly. Thus there was a mile long (seriously, a mile) line waiting for the light. Meaning people were stuck in that lane on the highway.
Well, some of our more assinine drivers decided that since there would be two lanes at the light, there should be two lanes on the highway, and proceeded to make their lane at the shoulder. After about five minutes of going nowhere, my friend suggested we leave the lane and head for another exit. Traffic was moving a pretty smooth clip in those other lanes so I had to be cautious and quick.
So the van in front of me moved up around the same time a space opened and I decided to take it. Except the doofus in front of me decided to do the same thing after I was in the lane. Like, he waited until I could smell his breath to move. So to avoid hitting him, I had to move to the other lane. However the other lane was already occupied. I also would like to mention that these lanes are narrow and lined with concrete walls. There is no room for error on a good day.
I slowed to avoid hitting the Volvo of Stupidity (in a perfect world, meaning one where I didn't get hurt, I would have rammed his backside twice for good measure), with enough room for the oncoming van to squeak by.
My whole life flashed before my eyes and let me tell you, that just should not happen. That mess actually takes years off your life. Trust me! I am literally a year older today. Yes, it's my birthday, but that's beside the point.
After the threat of death had passed (or right in the middle, time is a blur in near death) Stevie yells (insert sentence enhancer here)! Now there may be some people who maintain that there is never a time for such language. I am here to tell you that is absolutely not true. There are totally times when words like that are called for, nay neccessary. This was one of those times.
Once my brain had stopped pulsing in pain, she apologized for her outburst and wondered how I managed not to follow her potty mouth example. "Well," said I. "I was simply too preoccupied trying to avoid the Volvo of Doom to do much else. Otherwise I would have been right there with you. Also, I cuss all the time, so it really doesn't have as much of an impact anymore." Just kidding! Sort of.
At any rate, I am thankful to be alive as it would kind of whomp to be discovered as an author after I was dead. If I have to choose death or anonymity, I choose...I'll have to get back to you.
Read my books!
January 10, 2013
My Birthday Gift...
Push Back is available now. You can find it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/273114
And here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-ebook/dp/B00AZMTIVU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357874147&sr=8-1&keywords=D.P.+Davidson
And in soft cover tomorrow at Amazon. com
Enjoy!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/273114
And here:
http://www.amazon.com/Push-Back-ebook/dp/B00AZMTIVU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357874147&sr=8-1&keywords=D.P.+Davidson
And in soft cover tomorrow at Amazon. com
Enjoy!
New Book Launch in Three, Two, One...
Hello my lovelies! Long time no see.
I have been anxiously engaged in the finishing touches for my second book, Push Back, and everything is on track to meet my January 13th release date. Now we wait...
Just in case you're wondering, there are many wonderful stories rolling through my head and I intend to write them all. It would be a crime not to as they are all very interesting. To me anyway, but since one of my critics mentioned she found it very troubling when an author thinks so highly of her own work, I will keep all of my enjoyment to myself.
For now.
Also, I must set aside my favorite activity (writing you guys, come on!) for another semester of drudgery and homework - which is kind of redundant, come to think of it. One of my classes happens to be Composition so perhaps I will be able to best my old foe, Comma. How I loathe thee, Comma. I swear Mr.D changes the rules of comma placement just to be mean. I am a (mostly) college eduated woman, you'd think I could manage such a simple punctuation mark, but no. It makes a monkey out of me everytime.
Oh well. If I was awesome at everything there would be nothing to keep me humble.
On another note, I have been asked several times this week what I am working towards in school. Well a degree, obviously! I'm trying not to be ashamed of the associate-ness of it all, but it is a degree I don't have, so I should be happy. Except it has taken me well over two years to accomplish.
On the plus side, I will be done by December, and another plus is that I am only a few classes shy of a Bachelor's degree, but I just want to be done! I won't think about it now, it makes my head hurt.
Thus ends my word vomit detour. Anyway, time grows short, and my new book is on it's way into you're hot little hands, or e-readers, whatever the case may be.
I have been anxiously engaged in the finishing touches for my second book, Push Back, and everything is on track to meet my January 13th release date. Now we wait...
Just in case you're wondering, there are many wonderful stories rolling through my head and I intend to write them all. It would be a crime not to as they are all very interesting. To me anyway, but since one of my critics mentioned she found it very troubling when an author thinks so highly of her own work, I will keep all of my enjoyment to myself.
For now.
Also, I must set aside my favorite activity (writing you guys, come on!) for another semester of drudgery and homework - which is kind of redundant, come to think of it. One of my classes happens to be Composition so perhaps I will be able to best my old foe, Comma. How I loathe thee, Comma. I swear Mr.D changes the rules of comma placement just to be mean. I am a (mostly) college eduated woman, you'd think I could manage such a simple punctuation mark, but no. It makes a monkey out of me everytime.
Oh well. If I was awesome at everything there would be nothing to keep me humble.
On another note, I have been asked several times this week what I am working towards in school. Well a degree, obviously! I'm trying not to be ashamed of the associate-ness of it all, but it is a degree I don't have, so I should be happy. Except it has taken me well over two years to accomplish.
On the plus side, I will be done by December, and another plus is that I am only a few classes shy of a Bachelor's degree, but I just want to be done! I won't think about it now, it makes my head hurt.
Thus ends my word vomit detour. Anyway, time grows short, and my new book is on it's way into you're hot little hands, or e-readers, whatever the case may be.
Let the Countdown Begin...
Three days from now, being January 13th, the second and final half of Push, called Push Back, will be available.
Are you excited? I know I am!
Are you excited? I know I am!
December 19, 2012
Push Back Synopsis #1...
Okay my lovelies,Here is my first blurb for the new book: It's been eight years since Kale disappeared under her stepfather's nose, and in that time she and her husband Adam have made a home and started a family, though not in the way they had expected. The promise of the little girl with green eyes is still a dream, but they face an even greater challenge when Kale's stepfather decides to proceed with his deadly intentions.
Afraid to face him directly Kale and her family attempt to derail his scheme from the shadows, but when her future is threatened she finally understands what it means to lose everything and decides to push back. Enjoy! P.S. Any feedback would be super-duper appreciated. I'm getting excited!!!
December 5, 2012
PUSH BACK...
So whilst my little family and I were out of town for a wedding I managed to get an abundance of work done on the new book. To the tune of approximately 5,000 words. It was A-MA-ZING!
With that monumental accomplishment I began to feel that I really can meet my January 13th deadline. All that loomed bleakly over my head after that was the cover art, but for whatever reason our trip was the catalyst for moving things along, and the idea for the cover magically came to my mind.
When I presented the idea to Mr. D. he was less than thrilled, but only because he was hoping I would change my mind on the title. Once he made his peace with the fact that yes - however good, bad, indifferent or corny it may be I'm am sticking with the title he was more agreeable.
SO, without further ado I present to you, my darlings, the cover of my second book:
With that monumental accomplishment I began to feel that I really can meet my January 13th deadline. All that loomed bleakly over my head after that was the cover art, but for whatever reason our trip was the catalyst for moving things along, and the idea for the cover magically came to my mind.
When I presented the idea to Mr. D. he was less than thrilled, but only because he was hoping I would change my mind on the title. Once he made his peace with the fact that yes - however good, bad, indifferent or corny it may be I'm am sticking with the title he was more agreeable.
SO, without further ado I present to you, my darlings, the cover of my second book:
