It seems like a good time for some random updates and babbling. I’ll be talking audio books, Twitter, idiotic Verizon commercials, and yummy chicken dinners. 🙂
First of all, I’ve finally opened an Etsy shop. Some of you know I’ve had the bags and wallets I make on sale in my Selz bookstore, but the shipping options there are incredibly limited. Still, I’ve been hesitant to wade into Etsy, because I worry that my sewing just isn’t good enough, but after receiving encouragement from just about everybody I know, I decided to give it a shot. So, for those who are interested, you can find the bags and purses I make at https://www.etsy.com/shop/MarieSextonBags.
Trailer Trash is now available in audio, narrated by John Solo. You can find that here:
Winter Oranges will also be available in audio sometime in the next few weeks.
Social Media Boycott
I announced back in August or so that I’d be away from social media for a while, but I wasn’t sure how long. Well, some of you may have noticed that I’ve ventured back onto Instagram already. I fully expect to be back on Twitter as well in a couple of weeks, once all the bullshit from the election has died down. Not tweeting during football games is driving me crazy. As for Facebook…
I still hate it.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I like being able to connect with readers, but that seems to be about 2% of what Facebook has to offer these days. It’s mostly people acting like assholes. Add in political bullshit and the never-ending genre drama, and I’d rather wash poopy cloth diapers by hand in icy cold water than spend even two minutes wading through FB. In theory, I can unfriend or block people, but as an author, I can’t do that without risking more of the aforementioned drama. The easier option is simply to stay away.
For now, at least.
In short, I’m still working on my long-range plan for Facebook. I don’t think I’ll be back there anytime soon.
More On Twitter
But because I’ve missed Twitter, let me just spend a few minutes randomly babbling about the stuff I’ve most *wanted* to tweet about over the last few weeks. (While admitting up front that they’re all goofy, silly things.)
That’s Not Colorado
Few things annoy me more than when people misrepresent my state, which is why this commercial drives me batty. First of all, these people seem to be on some kind of commuter train, heading to Boulder. Too bad no such thing exists. There’s no train service of any kind to Boulder.
Second, even if that train DID exist, it would probably be to/from Denver. But just look at that scenery out the window. A huge, flat, green field, with giant clumps of deciduous trees, and a few mountains way, WAY in the distance. The problem is, there is NO PLACE between Denver and Boulder that looks anything like that. That area is packed full of suburbs, not open fields. Not to mention those trees are all wrong for Colorado, and those are clearly NOT the Rocky Mountains in the background (and certainly not the Flatirons).
I’m calling this commercial a gigantic #FAIL.
Don’t Call it a May/December Romance
Can we just talk about this phrase for a minute? I can’t be the only person bothered by it.
It seems to me people used to talk more about May/September romances, but these days, I keep hearing it with “December” in place of “September.” The problem is, December is at THE END of the year. If we’re likening a person’s life to the months of the year, then somebody in December is just this side of kicking the bucket. In romances labeled “May/December”, the older man is usually in his 40s. 50s, at the most. That is NOT the “December” of a person’s life.
Let’s talk numbers.
A quick Google search tells me that the average life expectancy for an American male is 76 years. If we’re going to line that up to a calendar, it means about 6.3 years for each month. So:
January: birth – 6 yrs
February: 6-12 yrs
March: 12-18 yrs
April: 19-25 yrs
May: 25-31 yrs
June: 31-37 yrs
July: 38-44 yrs
August: 44-50 yrs
September: 50-56 yrs
October: 57-63 yrs
November: 63-70 yrs
December: 70-76 yrs
So, a May/December romance would be somebody between the ages of 25 and 31 falling in love with somebody in their seventies. That’s a 40+ year age difference! Now, if that’s what floats your boat, more power to your odd self, but for the most part, I don’t think that’s what people want to read.
I refuse to call any of my books “May/December” romances, because none of my protagonists are 70+. My stories with age gaps (Family Man, Making Waves, Flowers for Him, Chapter 5 and the Axe-Wielding Maniac) are really more like April/July or May/August romances, but I admit, that’s getting nitpicky. For that reason, I have deigned to use the “May/September” designation on my Find a Book by Trope page. But NOT “May/December.”
Because ew. Just…. ew.
And finally, I wanted to share this recipe from I Breathe, I’m Hungry. It’s really worth tweeting about. It’s gluten-free, low carb, easy to make, and just yummy as hell.
- 20 oz frozen cauliflower florets (about 4 cups)
- 4 oz cream cheese, softened
- 2 cups cooked chicken, shredded
- ½ cup Salsa Verde
- ½ tsp kosher salt
- ⅛ tsp ground black pepper
- 1 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
- ¼ cup sour cream
- 1 Tbsp chopped fresh cilantro (optional)
- Put your cauliflower in a microwave safe dish and cook for 10-12 minutes or until fork tender. Add the cream cheese and microwave for another 30 seconds. Stir. [Note: I used fresh cauliflower and steamed it, rather than using frozen.]
- Add the chicken, salsa verde, salt, pepper, cheddar cheese, sour cream, and cilantro. Stir. [Note for Brian: notice the cilantro is optional.]
- Bake in a preheated oven at 375° (F) in an ovenproof casserole dish for 20 minutes. OR you could microwave on high for 10 minutes.
- Serve hot.
That’s About It
I’ll see you all back on Twitter in a couple of weeks. Until then, maybe make yourself some yummy chicken casserole while listening to an angsty, coming-of-age (A.K.A. “March/March”) romance on audio. 😉