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Sunday, February 3, 2013

Autocorrect or not autocorrect?


Those of you who have read one of my books will know that I write in the fantasy genre.  And, as is common in that genre, many of the characters have super-funky names like Gremnederbeer and Fhallix.  Ok, not really.  No one has those names, but my character's names are far from mainstream. Of course, mainstream names are getting weirder and weirder--but that’s a whole different soapbox.

Anyway, I am finding that it is hard to keep track of the weird names.  Not only do my fingers screw up and mistype them, but I can’t seem to remember them from page to page.  Was it Germenderbeer or Gremnederbeer? As a semi-tech-savvy person, I am tempted to add these names to Word’s dictionary to help my puny human brain out. Yet, that seems perilous. Will my computer start auto-correcting German beer to Gremnederbeer? I can’t have that! That’s a whole different kind of beer.

So, I am left wondering what the masters like Tolkien and George R.R. Martin do. Obviously not Tolkien, since he was writing in the time of feather pens and scrolls, but Martin and his brethren. I mean, Martin has to have enough flow charts in his study tracking the characters and whether they’ve lost their heads to rival the most prolific schizophrenic, so maybe he could just refer to them. But those of us who don’t want wait five years for his next book would prefer him not looking up every ten seconds to check the spelling. Seems like a little tech-assist would be the way to go. So, George R.R. Martin, if you’re reading my blog, should I add Gremnederbeer to my dictionary?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Who left their jar of urine among the holiday decorations?

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

On the subject of werewolves.

Everyone loves a werewolf, am I right? Can't get enough of their rock hard abs.  Or their bunny-like fur. Cause that's what a werewolf with washboard abs would have, fur you can sink your fingers into. Not bristly gross fur like, say, a monster.

So, here's what I am wondering about these sexy bunny-soft wolfmen.  If they are basically dogs, and they have a highly-attuned sense of smell like dogs, are they perpetually fascinated with what our butts smell like? If that Jacob guy walked in, would he instantly tune in to your butt and assess your hygiene? Cause that's not sexy--well, not to me. That makes him gross.  Like my dog.

But that's just me.


Monday, December 10, 2012

Diving

I always thought diving was such a pretty sport.

Clearly high speed photography is not for everything.




Saturday, November 10, 2012

Marketing??


My friend was searching Amazon for trundle beds and this came up at the bottom of her screen.  This says to me that incontinent, overweight, serial killers (that's a mallet that is cut off on the left) like Star-crossed: Secrets.

Alrighty then.  It's always good to have fans!












Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Move over Chuck Wagon...






I suppose there are worse things to make dog food out of.

Oh wait... no there's not.