Monthly Archives: November 2014

The Problem with Social Media

Here’s a problem: Citing articles that you know nobody will read through, then attributing some quote to someone that isn’t in the article. Anyone can attribute a quote to anyone, grabbing a picture of them somewhere and then laying some outrageous text in quotes on it. And maybe they didn’t say it, at all. Then, again, maybe they did. There is a social responsibility to be honest and to verify sources. I know that sounds like it’s only for “real journalists,” but, today, we are all “journalists,” so we all own a responsibility not to falsify our content and to provide valid citations.

Morning rant due to this: https://www.facebook.com/MintpressNewsMPN/photos/a.427073724002835.96035.277613075615568/782852705091600/?type=1

While I have no doubt that  corporate mentality holds this view, I still want to see proof–legitimate proof–before accepting something as fact.

ADD/EDIT:

David Revad Riley, a premier artist friend of mine found this: And I quote.  (The post is on FB.)

David Riley Such an old story too. here is a better quote…

“The fact is they [activists] are talking first of all only about the smallest part of the water usage,” he says. “I am the first one to say water is a human right. This human right is the five litres of water we need for our daily hydration and the 25 litres we need for minimum hygiene.
“This amount of water is the primary responsibility of every government to make available to every citizen of this world, but this amount of water accounts for 1.5% of the total water which is for all human usage.
“Where I have an issue is that the 98.5% of the water we are using, which is for everything else, is not a human right and because we treat it as one, we are using it in an irresponsible manner, although it is the most precious resource we have. Why? Because we don’t want to give any value to this water. And we know very well that if something doesn’t have a value, it’s human behaviour that we use it in an irresponsible manner.

And the source article in the Guardian newspaper back in 2013.
http://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/nestle-peter-brabeck-attitude-water-change-stewardship

A Friend Who Writes Good Books & Gives Them Away Free

author Marva DasefQuest for the Simurgh, a YA Fantasy Adventure ThrillerI have a friend, and she writes books–lots of books. Her name is Marva Dasef, and she calls herself The Cellophane Queen…because nobody seems to notice her or how good her books are.

Why is that I wonder?

It’s not as though she doesn’t have a very strong online presence and thousands of followers on FB, G+ and all those other social networks. It’s not as though she doesn’t have multiples of books available in every known format from dead tree print to audio to every possible variety and kind of eBook platform.

And she’s got good ranking on Amazon, to boot.

But, gee, I guess nobody much is…what? Into magic and mystery and adventure stories for middle graders? Likes a good mystery written for adults? Or true stories of the Old West?

Really?

Really?

Try ’em. You’ll like ’em.

Today, Marva is offering her YA Fantasy adventure for free. It’s called Quest for the Simurgh, Faizah’s Destiny, and you can find it here at Amazon.com–“The gods are at war and only a farmer’s daughter can save the world from Armageddon.”

Dad was a WWII Hero & Mine, Too

P-51D_Tika_IV_361st_fgMy father was a WWII flying ace. He flew P-51 Mustangs, he taught cadets to fly them, as well. He wound up having to ditch in the North Sea three times. He lost friends, comrades, and “wings” (wingmates) in that war.  (He flew in the European theatre, flying out of Britain.)  I know he was in the bombing of Dresden as air cover, and I know it was one of his worst nightmares of the war.

He never spoke much about World War II.  But he did share some of his pranks and escapades…like flying a P-51 upside down through an open hanger and having everyone hit the deck. The tower couldn’t believe he did it.  But he did.  And got away with it, too.

Anyway, I miss him. A lot. I miss him so much that I can’t even coherently write about him, but he was MY hero, and always will be.

Missing, Assumed Dead, and It’s Murder She Wrote

Missing, Assumed Dead, a murder-mystery thriller by Marva DasefThere’s a REALLY good novel…murder-mystery thriller, in fact.

Missing, Assumed Dead.

And I’m not just saying that.

Missing, Assumed Dead.

It’s set in the West. In Oregon. In a very small town in Oregon. A very small town that is very small townish, just like where I live. And corruption is rampant, violence often the answer, all kept nice and swept under the rug.

But city girls don’t know the rules, and the lawman who loves her ain’t gonna stand by and watch her get hurt…or worse.

Missing, Assumed Dead.
Missing, Assumed Dead, a murder-mystery thriller by Marva Dasef

Read it. It’s free, right now. But it won’t be for long. So get on over and grab it for your Kindle.

…Oh, and it’s in audio, too!

Missing, Assumed Dead. By Marva Dasef.

Turning My Head

autumn at the driveway entranceTurning my head from primarily working my graphic arts biz (see zentao.com if curious, though that’s not the half of it, not even) to writing as my focus makes me even more aware of how much work I was doing helping others with their projects while ignoring mine. It’s a real eye-opener. To suddenly focus on me is all but a completely new experience. In fact, it is a completely new experience. There’s a sense of utter joy, deeply felt to almost overwhelming, but there’s also this odd sense of guilt–a sense that I’m neglecting something that’s crucial. So I’m going to compromise just a little. I won’t say no to everyone who asks for assistance, just the most presumptive.

Meanwhile, writing is actually taking second place to preparing for winter’s onslaught. I’m almost done, but the contractor is still way behind reinforcing and reroofing Dad’s giant garage. And we’ve a whole other pallet of concrete to mix, probably tomorrow or Tuesday. I am NOT looking forward to that. At all.