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b’cuz…werds | Buttercup of Doom ep 18

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This Week’s Rating: R (NSFW) — buttercup ratings system info here

In this episode… I talk about words ‘n stuff. How they’re used versus how they’re intended. Including who’s abusing them and who’s destroying them—as I 101 on contract verbiage, drop the f-bomb in a 2-1/2 minute audio of a video you should all at least watch once, vent about the tricky way people use, or don’t use, words, and wrap it up with a word we need to just get rid of. It’s a whirlwind…

Sponsors: SANTA!! And Santa says you should Xmas shop at these fine places: Gypsy Spirits | The God Beneath My Garden, by Robert Ford | JF Gonzalez’s The BelovedSunrise Soap Co. | Robert Swartwood‘s novel LAND OF THE DEAD | Shroud #10, Halloween 2010 | Kealan Patrick Burke’s SOUR CANDY | Kevin Strange’s Texas Chainsaw Mantis | Mehitobel Wilson’s Last Night at the Blue Alice | Anathema, book 1: The Evil Men Do, by Rachel Deering | Reel Splatter Productions | Lamplight Magazine

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Mentions/Shoutouts: Writer’s DigestThe F Word (video) • My facebook post re: shootings, guns & hugs • Lamplight Magazine | 3 Guys with Beards

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Superstitions | Buttercup of Doom ep 13

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Because this is the 13th episode, I thought it would be appropriate to discuss Superstitions, and because I promised last week, Urban Legends. From Bloody Mary to the Hook Hand, from black cats to pop rocks, from the truth to internet hoaxes, we cover campfire frights and facebook fallacies… I ask a couple questions (join conversation/answer here), I offer up some readings and links, and I request something of YOU this time. I hope you had a great Halloween, now come enjoy your sugar hangover with the Buttercup of Doom!

Sponsors: The God Beneath My Garden, by Robert Ford | Shroud #10, Halloween 2010

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Mentions/Shoutouts: Bloody Mary Snopes | Halloween-Website • Try Guys facebook | youtube • Kevin Lucia • Steven Gilberts • Danny Evarts • werewolf cat • Urban Legends Onlinesnopes

Robert Ford’s video readings on facebook — Georgie | Early Harvest | Samson & Denial (teaser) | Racing the Milk

This Week’s Rating: PG13

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Hippie on the Loose | Buttercup of Doom ep 05

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In this episode … This week we have our first special guest: writer, ad-guy, hippie, and much more — Robert Ford. Normal people might have a guest on and ask them questions, like an interview. I’m not normal. On this podcast, I invite special guests to rant! And Bob Ford’s ranting topics of choice (aka the buttons I knew existed and pushed without guilt) include bad book covers, shittily© written self-published books that make more money than God, and well… go ahead a listen for more! We also cover the evils of “cholesterol in fiction” (aka “that” and other perils of prose) in the Kiddie Pool 101, the reading this week is from Bob’s collection in Bob’s own voice, and I only interrupt him 273 times (except during the reading). Enjoy!!

Bob Ford can be found on:  blogspot-squareicon  fb-squareicon  twitter-squareicon  (note: no WWW, remember to message him suggestions for his not-dotcom!)          

 

Sponsors: The God Beneath My Garden, by Robert Ford (available at Amazon)

Suggestions/Requests from: not this week (to suggest/request, use the form here)

Shoutouts: Lamplight Magazine • Jacob Haddon • Brian Keene • Geoff Cooper • Dave Thomas • Joe Branson • Tim Lebbon • Jack Ketchum • Edward Lee • Dezm (Mark Sylva) • Rachel Deering • Eric Roman • JF Gonzalez • Whutta Design • Robert Swartwood • Kealan Patrick Burke • Ron Dickie • Mary SanGiovanni • Wrath James White • Llamas with Hats

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Everywhere…

typewriterheadEvery writer is asked: Where do you get your ideas?
Quick answer: Everywhere…

The longer answer is: anything we may read, hear, see, a combination of them, or a completely warped version of them based on either playing the “what if” game or letting our muse naturally twist their reality into something we call fiction to keep the white coats away. *whew* (ideas and the muse are always run-on, editing fixes that in the prose!) Or just, you know, our random thoughts.

A prime example of the simple ideas: sitting in an airport for more than an hour people watching, or simply reading the news.

More complicated twists of reality come from a place deep inside us. A place the medical profession would like to dub with some terminology—if not a diagnosis—treat with drugs we can’t pronounce, and call us sick and unusual. But really? When each writer on the planet is capable of doing it, is it really all that unusual? Who’s to say we’re not the normal ones and there’s something wrong with all of you?

Nevermind. I know we’re the crazy ones. I just wanted to see if I could either a. say that with a straight face, b. get any of you to believe it.

Why do I know we’re (or at least me) the crazy ones? Because this happened:

I talk to myself. All the time. Always have. I don’t know if it’s part of my writer mind or just my own personal psychosis, but I do. A lot. This morning, as I rambled on about nothing while getting ready for the dayjob, an innocent (sort of) comment from my own mouth twisted on the way out and hung in the air around me. But let me back up and let you watch it happen…

First, I talked myself through several outfit changes (convincing myself I looked great in something, only to change out of it). I babbled to no one but the girl in the mirror (who in all seriousness really makes me angry some days, but that’s a different blog) while I attempted to tame the locks I consider unruly but many girls actually pay to perm just this way. And then I kept myself verbal company while doing my makeup. Now I don’t wear a lot of makeup, so as you can imagine, that was a pretty short conversation. But that’s where the magical spark happened.

“Hmmm… pale lips. Always with the pale pathetic stupid colorless lips. Need color. What shade? Something light. Not actual ‘look at me’ whore red or anything, just a little bump of color. Enough for the coroner to notice.”

Really? Where’d that last part come from? What the hell happened to me that made that a completely natural thing to say? Mom? Is there something I’m not remembering?!

I accepted the comment as normal for me and went on about my morning with a strange smile—almost pleased with my crazy. I put on the silver pieces, grabbed lunch & the laptop, and hit the road. But before I reached my exit, thirteen minutes later, I realized I hadn’t heard a single thing on the radio during the drive. I was too busy letting the muse twist that comment into an entire storyline. Poor Maggie. She’s not necessarily blue* and she’s definitely not out of lipstick*… but she’s got a path coming into view through the trees that will not be any fun at all…

THAT is where story ideas come from =)

 

* and that is how you sneak in a few pimps for other writers =) Go ahead, mouse over the links, click, check ’em out!

Adventures in Time

mammoth2Faith and doubt both are needed—not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.
~Lillian Smith

I clearly remember waking up freezing under, not one but, three heavy quilts on that fateful December morning in Wisconsin and mentally saying shouting, “Enough!” But, being the over-analyzing soul I am, I asked my parents to be my rock, my logic, and tell me why I shouldn’t move. They said no such thing. Instead, mom said, “Go! Go while you have the fire. Go before you wake up at sixty-five, still live here, and still hate it.”

Five years ago today I shoved everything I owned, two kids, and a cat into a huge u-haul with a mammoth on the side of it. I turned in my apartment keys, and handed the keys of the mammoth to my best friend (volunteered to drive the u-haul). I watched the sun set at a gas station near Ed Gein’s, said good-bye to my Wisconsin residency, and began the next adventure…

It’s been an interesting five years.

My kids have grown and flown the coop. The best cat ever, Chaos, ran away. I’ve loved and lost. I’ve made new friends and lost old. I’ve hit writing deadlines and missed life goals. I’ve learned. I’ve grown. I’ve aged. I’ve changed.

Life has offered challenges and provided pitfalls. Time has both slowed and sped up. The universe has played yo-yo with my emotions, suggesting I run while begging me to stay. I’ve seen divorces and marriages, births and funerals. I gained a new title, wear a new hat, gotten new ink, earned new scars—physical and emotional. And in the end, I’m glad I listened to my mom and took the plunge.

Because life is an adventure. All of it. Period.

Whether it’s going to the grocery store, or sitting on the porch, or hopping in the car and driving until you find a beach. It’s all unwritten. Merely outlined. And attitude is half the battle. I was raised by a crazy woman who blessed me with the right attitude—enjoy the little things, make memories, accept the adventure, and make it in the mundane.

So, happy anniversary Pennsylvania. Thank you for the much warmer winters, four actual seasons, and flowers on my birthdays instead of blizzards. I’ve finally realigned my brain to your night sky and get that even if he’s in the wrong spot, Orion is still Orion. I’ve loathed and loved, laughed and cried, but it all goes into who I am and who I become and how well I pack for the next adventure.

Though I really do miss that cat.

Midnight Symphony

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Ten masters of horror and suspense have teamed up to present ten bone-chilling novellas that will keep you reading late into the night. With over 200,000 words, MIDNIGHT SYMPHONY is an experience like none other … and available only for a limited time.

Available at: Kindle US, Kindle UK, Nook, and Ganxy for readers who don’t have Kindles or Nooks and want to buy direct. And when you’re done reading, leave a note on any of those places or on the book’s page at Goodreads.

THE TENT, by Kealan Patrick Burke — A family, rent asunder by estrangement and lost in the woods, discover a lone yellow tent which promises a safe haven from the storm … but they would have been better staying lost.

THE PAINTED DARKNESS, by Brian James Freeman — There’s something hiding in the cramped cellar of the old farmhouse Henry calls home, and as a winter storm cuts off all contact with the outside world, this something is going to force Henry to confront the demons of his past … or die trying.

SAMSON AND DENIAL, by Robert Ford — When a junkie walks into Samson Gallows’ pawn shop with a mummified head, Samson is thrown into a downward spiral through the streets of Philadelphia …

DO UNTO OTHERS, by J.F. Gonzalez — When things in his life go from bad to worse, Jim Cornell unwillingly becomes involved with a shadowy group of people who claim allegiance to demonic forces.

IN PERPETUITY, by Tim Lebbon — When your son is taken from you, what will you do to get him back?

WAITING OUT WINTER, by Kelli Owen — An apocalyptic tale of survival against a very tiny beast, which turns the hunters into the hunted.

FOR EMMY, by Mary SanGiovanni — Sometimes, there is no way to keep your loved ones safe …

THE DIABOLICAL CONSPIRACY, by Brian Smyth — An infatuation with an alluring and mysterious co-worker leads Mike Bradley into a web of Satanic madness.

THE MAN ON THE BENCH, by Robert Swartwood — In the summer of 1922, a mysterious man appears in town … a man only children can see.

MIDNIGHT MASS, by F. Paul Wilson — In a town on the New Jersey shore, the vampires have just arrived …

Again… available at Kindle US, Kindle UK, Nook, and Ganxy. Go shop safely online and away from the craziness of Black Friday and the hangover weekend of insane holiday shopping… and then retweet, share, etc. Thank you, and happy holidays!

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