A New Address

This is actually the main source of my current problems, ie, having to reload the entire database by hand. Now I know exactly what you must do to move a WordPress site to a new domain, not just what will work, for a little while.

I’d been using the old lesenvlk address for this blog since the reboot. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t actually recognizable1 unless you already know my stories. So, I’ve switched to something equally unrecognizable. I’m using my name, which means you still will probably not find me unless you know me.

  1. It means the wooden wolf. Seriously.

Bimini is a chain of islands

A friend posted that she wanted her friends to post about how we met, but lie about it. So…

It was back in 97 when you were still a private investigator and I was looking for the fabled Monkey’s Paw Ruby. You were tailing Sammy the Squid when our paths happened to cross at that broken down airport near the Bimini border. Some one had poisoned the pilot, but you said you could fly. I had you drop me off in Bangladesh. I still think landing the plane first would have been more polite, but it was monsoon season, so we’d have had to have been really lucky to find an airstrip under all that water. I said I’d meet you in the Black Jack bar on the Barbary coast and buy you a drink, but I got tangled up with the ruby’s curse and never made it. That’s another story.

Regarding Comments…

If you’re watching and you’re real and you have something to say, don’t be afraid. This early on in the relaunch, I don’t expect a whole lot of comments or followers, but I realize, from experience, that the lack of active community is off-putting.

I just refuse to be so desperate for attention that I let spammers in and, believe me, I know the difference. If I were interested remotely in buying blog posts, I know where to go. I used to sell them there before a little matter of eating flowers got me down.

But, I am a writer. Writers write and anyone who knows me knows I will go on about things. 1 I probably won’t be buying your articles, because if I did, it would be a betrayal of everything this place stands for. 2

  1. Sympathy to my long suffering friends. You know I love all of you dearly, I hope.
  2. Everything for which this place stands? Gotta love grammar. Grandpa too, come to think.

Considering new cover designs

I downloaded an ebook about why it’s a waste to actively market your ebook and while I don’t agree with it (a fiction book gets lost in a sea of fiction books if you’re not careful) I do think I need to look at some things. One of them is my cover. I, personally, love the purple and I love Haggard House. I think it looks good, but it could probably look better and stand out more.

While it’s in my head

The next “quotation” for to be a shadow.

It was like trying to explain particle physics to a Greek philosopher. The ability in maths might be there and the intelligence might be there, but so much remediation is required that it might be better just to listen to him talk and perhaps learn something even more profound than what I have to teach.

Screaming Pink Doldrums

A quick update about life, the universe, and everything, starting with the fact that my monitor is a “more mauvy shade of pinky russet”1 and I can’t stand looking at it for prolonged periods. There’s that.

I’m also somewhat hung up on my pirate ghost story. It’s not voicing properly, probably because of the pirate story problem I noted years ago. That is, no pirate can actually be a pirate in the story and still be a proper hero or even a proper anti-hero. You *always* have to have the pirate out of his/her native element. If not, then it’s a story about a bunch of robbers and murderers robbing and murdering. It’s not just that this is morally reprehensible. It’s also repetitive and boring. Kind of like having too many sex scenes in a novel. The mind glazes over and we are left with the eternal, “And then what?”

It doesn’t help that my monitor is pink. I’m hoping I get the new VGA adapter in soon.

  1. “The other Sheltanac’s juppleberry shrub is a more mauvy shade of pinky russet.” Douglas Adams.

Online Grammar Checkers Fries

I love Checker’s fries, so when I saw a commercial for Checker’s on sci-fi channel 1, I immediately did a web search for Checker’s/Rally’s, hoping to find they reopened in Knoxville. They didn’t.

The Knoxville Rally’s closed shortly before we moved here. It has been over nine years since I’ve had good, hot Checker’s Fries. 2 No, the frozen ones are not acceptable substitutes. I don’t know why.

One of the paid hits on my search was Grammarly.com. I had my last post open, so I checked it. It found some things wrong. Fine. There probably are. I wrote it extemporaneously. Most of my blog is written that way.

Grammarly said it was wordy. Ah…ya think? They claimed there were sentence fragments. I’m pretty sure those were in spots where I intentionally derailed the train of thought using accepted punctuation. This–

When Grammarly detected plagiarism, that made me scratch my head. Really?!?! How, when this blog is in the middle of a reboot and the post wasn’t even spidered yet? No one could have plagiarized it. Why would anyone even want to?

I know I didn’t plagiarize when I wrote the post. I used no sources beyond the Facebook post that announced the loss of Sir Terry Pratchett and Wikipedia, where I verified the year Douglas Adams died. The candle animation came from a free graphics website, but it is attributed in the alt text. The rest came directly from my head and heart. That’s why it’s so rambling.

Is something wrong with Grammarly? I confess I didn’t pay the $30 for the month so I couldn’t see what the errors were and why they thought there was plagiarism, but my experiment makes me doubt their service. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the $30 due to the plagiarism claim in a text where plagiarism is impossible.

After my short experience with them, I hope that teachers aren’t using grammarly to penalize students. I suspect they are, though.

  1. Don’t correct me to SyFy because that looks like a disease and some of the reason they did that was to distance themselves from their fanbase while supporting some of the worst stereotypes. Way to disrespect, guys.
  2. Fun fact: My last real Checker’s fries were soggy and horrible because I had been hit by a car and they wound up sitting for three hours.

Living in a post Pratchett world

Burning Candle Courtesty of http://www.picgifs.com/graphics/candles/When I was a child, I had a fear that was so all consuming it would keep me up at night. It wasn’t the monsters under my bed. They had rules that would allow me to defeat them or put them off so I could live another night or at least past the next toilet flush. No, it was that one day I would run out of books. I would have read them all.

As I grew older, I began to understand how silly that was. Books are written every day. Even if I were to only concentrate on one language, I could never dream of running out of books.

In high school, my favorite teacher handed me a copy of Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I had adored authors before, but that was the first time I’d ever had the urge to just sit and talk with one. As I became legal drinking age, I wanted nothing more than to buy Douglas Adams a drink and watch him create a universe.

It was around this time that a dear friend handed me the first Disc World novel and I came to adore Terry Pratchett equally. In the beginning I saw a similarity between them that made the long drought after Mostly Harmless easier to bear. 1, 2

I am digressing,3 but if you read this, you know I do it frequently and at length. Anyway, as I came to know Terry Pratchett’s writing beyond The Colour of Magic, I found a wealth that went beyond witticism and pseudo-simplistic style. I found a way of seeing the world that shaped my formative adult years. Every time I reread one of his books 4 I find depths I hadn’t yet discovered.

I shared his books as much as I could. One Christmas, I handed out paperback copies of The Hogfather. In return, after she had read it, a dear friend and co-worker (without whom I might never have survived that job) hugged me and told me she wished I had been her daughter. I’ve lost touch with her. I wish I hadn’t, because she understood.

In 2001, I found out that my preorder for the Salmon of Doubt would never be fulfilled. I had, in fact, run out of Douglas Adams books and although others would step up, no one would ever take his place. 5

A few years ago, I found out with the rest of his fans that our time with Sir Terry was running out. He promised a few more novels. To my delight, he delivered them, yet for the last few years I have held off buying and reading them. Each unread book is a precious gem. I hold them off to avoid facing the truth. One day I will run out of books.

  1. Though I had Salmon of Doubt on preorder and a much cherished email from the tech support of The Starship Titanic who revealed that the game rules on my website had been brought to them by DNA himself to be a source of inspiration–they called me “The Neferset” which is something that sent me over the moon in a way that only a serious fan girl can understand. My idol was in some small way a fan of me.
  2. Sadly all trace of this communication was lost when my hard drive deleted itself in–I want to say 1998? If the sent copy still exists out there, it would mean the world to me to have it again.
  3. No, I’m not. I found a foot notes plugin after writing this and cleaned up the digression, but I like this phrase, so I’m leaving it.
  4. Or I allow Nigel Planer or Stephen Briggs to reread one to me thanks to Audible.com and the computer in my kitchen–this is, in fact, most accurate.
  5. I did suggest at the time that by the multiple universe theory that he mentioned himself, there were infinite Douglas Adamses and for the next book we only had to progress technologically enough to contact one. I am still waiting. Any time now…


2 Week Old Min Pin I made a general rule when I started this blog that I would not mention anything terribly personal here. This is a work-only blog plus enough other stuff to keep you interested. I’ve been through the other kind before. Circumstances made it too heavy to read and what’s more, it wasn’t very professional. But…who can resist a picture of a two week old Miniature Pinscher puppy?

Runtimes and Tough Guy Sparkles

MusicBox DancerI started doing the unthinkable. I am downloading the contents of my DAZ 3D account. Why is this unthinkable? I don’t even have enough hard drive space if I go about this in the usual, rational way. I’m hooking up retired school computers via firewire to my laptop and using them like external drives. I’m about to go choose one for deletion for more permanent use, once I have the Runtime 1 file assembled.

Anyway, what does this have to do with writing? Not a thing, unless you look around at the art on this website or want to, oh, make a cover. It’s not easy work, so don’t think it is. It takes practice. People go to school for this stuff. I should have gone to school for this stuff.

What actually has to do with writing, though, is the “Tough Guy Sparkles.” I spent yesterday writing along in my usual Gael Warren voice, which tends to spawn all kinds of interesting quotes. I had a laugh about RIAA with regard to public performance and heroic theme music, but that wasn’t good enough to pull out and show you. No, but this was:

I mentally tapped him with the hero wand, complete with tough guy sparkles. I liked that more than the alternative, which was to be the hero myself. I was pretty sure I was one of nature’s sidekicks.”

  1. Fellow DAZ-ites will recognize the terminology. Anyone else should check them out because it’s cool. Hmmm…once upon a time I was an affiliate. I wonder if they are still doing that?