Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Fun with Facebook

I have a Facebook friend page.  I haven't yet tried an author page, and I've heard some of the pros and cons about starting one. 

I admit I'm not always diligent about posting on Facebook.  I'll check it out often and do a lot of "likes," but I don't always stick something on my own page or even share others' posts.

This week, though, I have been posting a few things.  One of them was the celebration of National Dog Day yesterday.  I definitely had to share that.

And on Monday I did a fun post where I mentioned that I'd seen the promotion for the new Disney version of Cinderella, which will be a 2015 release.  That particular promotion really caught my attention since its symbol is a glass slipper.  I consequently posted on Facebook the cover of my own Faerie Tale Romance called--what else?--The Glass Slipper!  It, too, depicts a glass slipper. 

This version of The Glass Slipper is my first republication of one of my backlist books for which I got the rights back.  It's only available on Kindle, at least for now.  The process was fun and educational, and now I'm particularly glad I chose its cover as a symbol.

One of the particularly enjoyable things about posting the cover on Facebook was the number of likes I got quickly.  Apparently friends, both those I actually know and those I know via Facebook, liked that cover and its symbolism, too! 

Will the upcoming movie make any difference in the sale of my story?  Unlikely, but I'm definitely looking forward to seeing the movie. 

In case you couldn't tell, I like Cinderella stories! 

How about you--have you seen the movie promotion?  Do you like fairy tales, particularly Cinderella stories?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A really, really long post here.  It's my diary of a trip to Chicago for an American Needlepoint Guild Seminar.  It was held at the Marriott Hotel on the Magnificent Mile, the best part of Chicago, so we felt very safe.
    The drive down was long but uneventful – a little fog in Wisconsin – until we got to the outskirts of Chicago on I-90.  I became confused and took the wrong branch (despite my Gaiman saying stay right I went left) and so instead of the shorter Kennedy route, we ended up on the Eisenhower and nearly went on into Indiana!  So we were very late getting to the Art Institute of Chicago, where we were met by Victoria Frank, who is one of the co-autocrats running the ANG event.  We went almost at a trot through the Institute’s amazing – astonishing – collection of Impressionist art.  Paintings I’ve seen often on postcards, calendars, as illustrations in books and essays and on line, we stood right in front of.  One surprising thing: some of these paintings are HUGE; such as Caillebotte's Paris Street: Rainy Day..  Tanya and I have promised ourselves and each other that we are coming back to Chicago to spend at least a day walking the galleries.
    Victoria rode with us to our Marriott Hotel on the Magnificent Mile.  We checked in (I had to give every one of my various names before they found us at check-in.  Not Mary Kuhfeld, not Monica Ferris, but Mary Monica Pulver.
    We checked in a second time on the seventh floor where American Needlepoint Guild had set up shop, then so long as we were there, went into the room where a needlepoint shop had brought lots and lots and LOTS of canvases.  My fingers fairly itched to haul out my credit card and buy this one and that one and another one.  But we’re going to England in March and so I managed to grit my teeth and not go into my wallet.  I did talk to the shop owner, told her the sad story of a marvelous painted canvas I bought many years ago, a big Christmas stocking that had a section of Christmas tree on it hung with very elaborate glass ornaments.  I had worked on that thing for a couple, maybe three, years.  I traveled with it, and in any town that had a needlework store, I’d go in looking for wool or silk or metallic or ribbon I hadn’t seen before to use on this stocking.  I had finally finished it, and had just decided that since I’d used every possible color on the tree and ornaments I’d have to do the ground in black.  I was in Rosemont, a suburb of Chicago at a quilt show, and when I came back to my room the stocking was gone.  I was so sick about it I couldn’t do any needlepoint for years.  But now I’d like to find that stocking and try again.  But it has been so long – and I bought the canvas when it was already on a sale, and I can’t find it.  I told the owner, Carol, and she actually said she’d handled that stocking pattern not long ago and thought she might be able to find another one.  Lovely!  (But I’m not holding up great hope.)
    We went out for a late supper at a bar and grill kitty-corner from the hotel.  There was too long a wait for a table so we sat at the bar.  I had a bloody Mary (very delicious) and Tanya had a Jack and Coke.  We ordered an appetizer of stuffed mushrooms that came in a strange pottery dish consisting of six little wells, and a spoon.  There was a thinly-crusted shrimp curled on the top of each well.  Under that, crushed crab.  Under that, spinach, and under that a brown mushroom.  How very delicious!  I want to find one of those dishes, it makes preparing stuffed mushrooms a clean operation!

    We spent the whole day schoozing and stitching.  Last week I bought a new painted canvas which depicts a lively skeleton dancing merrily down a lane through a graveyard.  It’s a macabre subject but the overall expression is joyous.  It makes me smile.  I got lots of compliments and some fine suggestions for working the piece.

    Got up in time to go to the 8 am service at St. James Cathedral, one of the oldest churches in Chicago, and just a few blocks from the hotel.  The morning was cool, there were only a few people out walking their dogs – saw a Scottie! – and among the skyscrapers were a few homes, very elegant stone Victorians and a couple still private residences.  The service was in a tiny chapel in the undercroft dedicated to St. Andrew.  The priest was a little young Spanish woman enveloped in her vestments, still excited at being a priest but not as smooth an operator as she will be in years to come.  After, an old man, the church’s oldest member, took me up into the main church for a brief tour.  The church’s bell tower actually survived the Great Chicago Fire.  It’s had a number of makeovers and restorations over the years.  To me, the oddest feature were the hammerbeam supports across the ceiling in the Romanesque church.  There is a Tiffany window – very pretty, but actually painted rather than stained glass.  The choir had been moved from the platform before the altar to one side and a high wood wall was placed in front of it.  No one now can remember why, and they are raising funds to put it back.  The pipe organ has pipes all over the church, including some long silver trumpets at the back.  The west window is very modern and ugly.  And in the narthex (the lobby) there is a Victorian angel in a window with two right hands.  It’s in three sections and when it was installed the workmen accidentally flipped the middle section, where her arms are, so she appears to have two right hands.  There are apparently no fund raisers planned to correct the mistake.
    The book signing went extremely well, we sold every single copy of The Drowning Spool the bookstore brought, plus all the copies of some other titles.  I forgot to bring bookmarks.  I absolutely loved talking to the women who stopped for an autographed book.
    Then I went over to the exhibit.  These are stitched pieces members of ANG send in to be judged.  They do not allow photographs to be taken which is a great pity as words alone are not remotely sufficient to describe some of these pieces.  Blown away, that’s a reaction.  So is Wow, and Oh. My. God.  BUT the winners were shown at the banquet that evening and Tanya took some photographs there.  One piece I really liked didn’t win, which is too bad.  It’s a stocking featuring an old fashioned steam locomotive coming toward the viewer, the cowcatcher is beaded, a Santa is the engineer waving out the window, and she did something remarkable with the huge cloud of smoke that fills the top of the piece, many shades of black, gray and white.  Another piece, that did win, was titled God’s Oldest Angel, a copy of a painting, done in tiny tent stitch by an eccentric man I got to meet while he sold tickets for the silent auction. 
    I was a little nervous about the banquet that evening.  My talk is normally about an hour long, and I was told not to go more than twenty minutes.  I had gotten out my standard speech and gone through it slashing and burning until it got short enough.  And they loved it, even the part where two pages stuck together and I found myself having to stop while I frantically looked for the missing page.  I got a standing ovation at the end, my very first.  And the chicken meal was delicious.

    Monday we stayed to hear a luncheon lecture with slides by a woman who was a curator of fabrics at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London and is now at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.  I didn’t realize there were beautiful survivors from the eighteenth century – three court dresses with ridiculous panniers flat in front but stuck so far out at the sides the women looked as if they were standing behind a couch.  Gorgeously embroidered with lots of real silver at the bottom, so they weighed over ten pounds.  And men’s suits with cutaway coats, also hand embroidered up the front and at the bottom of the sleeves.
Tanya drove most of the way home, since I drove us there, and we ran into a vicious thunderstorm that hammered us in a road repair zone.  Whoo!  We stopped twice at Cracker Barrel Restaurants, where I bought an autumn-themed sweatshirt at one and some pottery bowls with a rooster in the bottom at the other – my set of four pottery bowls I use for salads each have a big chip around the top.  Got home a little after midnight, exhausted but content.

Friday, August 22, 2014

The Picture Worked!

I am back from Chicago. I love being there and in the middle of the city, but when I come back to L.A., well, really Tarzana, I am so happy to have my backyard. To be able to be outside surrounded by trees and still be home is the best.

I am now rewriting the third book in the Yarn Retreat series. They are having a cover meeting on it soon and needed some alternative titles since My Favorite Year is kind of dull. It was amazing when push came to shove, I actually came up with a bunch of other titles. I don’t know if they will like any of them. My personal Favorite is KNIT KNACK GET WHACKED, however, I don’t know if it is obvious that it is a play on knick knack paddy whack.

I am really enjoying rewriting. It is time to fill in around the bare bones of things. One of the hard part with a series is how to explain things from what has happened before without making it boring.

I am particularly having fun with one character. Madeleine Delacorte and her sister are the last surviving members (maybe) of the family that the Cadbury people have looked upon as local royalty. Madeleine has gone from being the silent sister to starting a new chapter of her life in her seventies. She has turned away from wearing the Chanel suits and carrying her purse Queen Elizabeth style as she and her sister have always done. She has gotten her hair cut into a bob and bought her first pair of jeans.

When I was writing the first draft, I felt like I was pushing a boulder up a hill. But now I know all the characters and all the twists and turns. It is still hard, but much more fun.

I am on a different computer than I was last week, so I am going to see if Blogger will let me upload the picture I tried to last week. Yay, it worked. This is my Chicago model showing off a washcloth I made on the plane.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Geek Help

I posted here a couple of weeks ago about getting some new, state-of-the-art computer equipment.  Part of the reason we bought it where we did is that my husband wanted to get the Geek Squad to come to our home because of some other issues, and buying there gave us a discount. 

I started writing this post before the Geek Squad was scheduled to come and edited it accordingly.  But I wanted to start out by saying that as I typed the heading for this blog, it came out Eek Squad!  As it turned out, my concerns were unwarranted. 

Some of the things we needed was for a techie to install a new router and a new printer.  Our virus protection needed to be updated on some of our computers.  Plus, we have a security camera in the kitchen that we use to spy on the dogs when we're out, and it's been on the fritz lately. 

Our younger son is a whiz and could do a lot of this, but we decided not to bother him this time, especially since there were things that could be time-consuming. 

So--what's my opinion now that we've had the work done? 

Very worthwhile!  Our visiting Geek was very good at what he did and also very nice and patient even with very untechie me.  Plus, under the way we hired the Geek Squad, he'll be available for questions.   

Would I recommend it to others?  Sure, especially if you get someone as good as we did. 

However... it did mess me up as far as getting into Killer Hobbies to post this--although that might have been the new virus protection program.  Fortunately, I figured it out.

How about you--do you do your techie stuff yourself?  If not, who helps you?