I admit that I’ve spent the pandemic reading a lot of trashy
books. With Kindle’s free Unlimited you can get a vast range of---shall we say---writing skills. Some books are just too stupid for words yet they have no trouble
stringing a bunch of them together and calling them a book. I never write
reviews of those too-stupid-for-words books because I’m quite sure if I’d been
born a few decades later than I was some of those hardcopy manuscripts I had
stored in the basement and I finally downsized out of my life last summer would
have made their way to a self-published book on Amazon Unlimited where no one
apparently proof-reads them or edits the content for quality. It takes enormous dedication and guts to get a book written and I'm not about to step on someone else's dream and, yes, I'm one of those people who thinks every little kid deserves a participation ribbon. Time to sort out the winners from the losers when kids are old enough to figure out what they enjoy doing. I sound like my mother. "I don't care what after school class you take, but you WILL keep taking classes until you find something you like doing." She didn't actually say those words but when I was an adult it's what she told me when I asked why she turned me into class-aholic and herself into a chauffeur.
I’ve read that real publishing companies routinely comb the stats at Amazon looking for those writers who know how to promote the heck out of their work and have parlayed themselves into great sales with a track record of favorable reader reviews. Those who can do that eventually land themselves honest-to-goodness book deals. The author of Fifty Shades of Grey comes to mind---barfing my breakfast up on that one---and Andy Weir who wrote one of my all-time favorite books, The Martian, are two examples. The latter of which I read free on Amazon before he made it big and his book was turned into a movie.
Another example of someone who was discovered through Amazon
Unlimited was Mike Omer and his mystery, A
Killer’s Mind that outsold J.K. Rowling, James Patterson, and Stephen King
one summer. Some others who started out as self-published and made it big
include: Christopher Paolini (Inheritance
Cycle), Lisa Genova (Still Alice)
and Amanda Hocking (My Blood Approves). So
even though reading Amazon Unlimited books can be a hit and miss thing you can
still find some thought provoking stuff. Not so much in the romance genre where I
tend to hang out but I’ve come to the conclusion that the genre makes
sense for me. 1) I was so boy crazy as a teenager I can hardly stand looking
back at those embarrassing years. 2) People watching has long been a favorite
hobby of mine and living vicariously through the pages of a book where people fall
in love puts me in a better mood than reading a thriller, for example, where I
start looking at others as a possible threat to home and body. I admire Stephen King, practically worship his writing prowess but I can't sleep nights with one of his books in bed with me.
Nope, if the pandemic has done anything for me it’s made me come out of the reading closet, no long hiding or being ashamed my preferred reading genre. The last romance I read, for example, was a weirdly engaging book about a famous artist who lost his sight for a year due to a car accident and then he gets eye transplants of eyes from a photographer who was once engaged to a woman the artist couldn’t stop thinking about after they met and who he couldn't stop painting before they met. The whole premise of the story line was that our eyes are the windows to our souls and the soul remembers... Oops, sorry about the spoiler but I doubt anyone reading this will pop over to Amazon to find The Girl in the Painting. And if the title sound familiar it's because I shared a quote from it in my last blog. “She is the red string on my finger. I can’t forget her.”
Change of topics: The project I’m doing this week around the
house involves working my way toward staging my house. My library room that used to have two walls
lined with book shelves and hundreds of books now has only one wall of empty shelves and the sleeper chair
that was sharing a room with my artist easel and arty-farty supplies got moved to my library that is now rebranded as an office/guest room. The son-I-wish-I-had came
over to help me move the furniture around including moving an antique Morris chair
patent dated in the 1800s and monster size showcase with four sides of glass.
They went out to the garage where I’ll try to sell them in the spring. We
agreed that transporting the showcase in the winter would be a major problem
for a buyer, so there's no point advertising it now. I’ve been busy washing the walls in those two rooms and spreading
the art stuff out to take over the whole space. I finished the "room swap/rebranding project" and the photo at the top of my sleeper chair corner in one room and the photo at the bottom is of one end of the other room I call my art room. I'm really proud of those clean walls! And in case you're wondering why I don't have my window blind pulled all the way down in the office/guest room it's because that's my dog's window to the world of other canines.
As for me at my age washing walls, I’ve got a special mop with a round head that I use exclusively for washing walls which means I don’t have to get on ladders. Next week, though, I have someone coming out to give me a price on washing the walls in my living room and adjoining dining area. Those walls are too high for my mop and I have too many heavy pieces of art hung for me to wrestle them off and back on the walls. While he was here, the-son-I-wish-I-had and I went over the master plan of what all has to be done to get ready before the house goes up for sale. My 'To Do' list is getting shorter and most of it involves stuff that can't be done until spring or can't be done without some help from others. I'll get there but I'm getting sick of making decisions. Like what color to paint my deck furniture that Tim took with him when he left and dropped off to a body shop where it will get sandblasted and painted with car paint that will outlast me. The vintage chair, side table and foot stool will only cost me $150 to paint and if I had to buy new deck stuff I'd spend that much if not more. But I'm so worn out from decisions and I sometimes need to remind myself why I'm going through all the trouble. Monday, though, it will start feeling real. I have an appointment to go to the construction site where I'll actually get my first look inside my unit. ©
This is the chair that's getting painted "Liquid Jade" (see color chip below). It's a really comfortable chair---rocks a little, the wire mess makes it cool to sit in and the arms make it easy to get out of. The deck siding the chair will go against is a dark gray and I'll get a colorful outdoor rug for the space.
This is one end of my art room. I think people will be able to visualize it as a bedroom now.
|Since a few people asked, this is my mop... I call it a round headed mop but it really isn't. There's a pump action part on the handle that moves those two rollers down to squeak out the water.|