Friday, May 22, 2015

Visions of the Future

Just saw the movie, Tomorrowland and had to take time to put down my reactions. Minor spoilers ahead.

What has happened to our visions of the future? This question is posed early in Tomorrowland, Disney’s latest live-action movie. The exposition starts at the World’s Fair of 1964 with all the optimism and hopes for a “great big beautiful tomorrow” and contrasts it with our world vision today.

The hopes and fears of a society are often reflected in its literature and much of today’s young adult reading is dystopian. The Hunger Games, the Divergent series, and The Maze Runner, all paint a pretty bleak future that needs to be overcome or corrected. Even The Lego Movie, which is geared for little kids, is set in a future that isn’t very pleasant. While the overall message is positive: totalitarian governments and societal breakdowns can be fixed, each one of them assumes that we first self-destructed. Governmental, environmental, societal: you name it, we imploded it.

And that’s worried me for quite some time. This is the literature our kids gobble up. Yes, the messages are ones of hope, but what did we do to get to the point where we needed it? All of them assume the worst of human nature took over the country or the entire planet. After a while, you have to wonder if that becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy: Your future sucks, so get used to it now. You’re going to have to live with it a while before someone comes along to save it.

Tomorrowland is a direct reaction/response to all that negativity. It doesn’t so much as paint a rosier picture, but shows a future that doesn’t have to end in a bleakness that needs overcoming. It states that we can change things NOW so they never get to that point in the first place. In fact, Casey Newton, the protagonist, asks that question when one of her teachers finally gives her the opportunity: “What can we do to change the future?” and this question becomes one of the driving forces of the movie.

As does the idea of a self-fulfilling prophecy. We feed ourselves negative thoughts via the 24-hour news cycle. Our social media is filled with bullies who hide behind anonymity to spread their hatred. Our government officials are corrupt and think their only crime was getting caught. Fill yourself with enough of this and of course you’re going to have a negative view of the future.

I didn’t get to go to the World’s Fair in 1964, although my uncle did and he brought back pictures. I still have his stereo slides – yes, he could take 3D pictures with a double-lens camera back then and project the slides onto a screen. We’d wear 3D glasses with a red and a green lens to view them in the three dimensions– a technology, unfortunately, we no longer have available. I watched those slides over and over, dreaming of going into space someday, of flying cars and jet packs. We stood on the cusp of greatness. Progress wasn’t a dirty word – it was hope for a better future.

Somewhere we lost that ideal. The companies we hoped would bring us a better life did so at a cost to the environment that made us realize the future had a price we weren’t sure we wanted to pay. Watergate happened and we lost faith in our government. Terrorism, a word unknown in 1964, became a new reality we had to handle. And dystopian literature in books, television and movies became our norm.

Which is why I enjoyed Tomorrowland. As I watched the opening sequence, I thought to myself, “I remember that. That feeling that we could do anything. Accomplish anything. And I miss it.” It felt wonderful to be reminded of that optimism. We know things now we didn’t know then so we won’t make the same mistakes. We’ll make new ones, instead. And that’s a very positive view of progress.

I’ve already read one review of Tomorrowland that dissed it as a “commercial for environmentalism” and a promotion for Disneyland (and, by extension, all the Disney theme parks). The reviewer said nothing of the acting, the directing or the cinematography, but focused solely on what it referred to as a “political agenda.” I take exception to his review. No one reviews The Hunger Games on its “political agenda” or disses Divergent because it depicts a totalitarian state that oppresses its citizenry. But a movie that shows the future in a positive light? No, we can’t have that.

If Disney is the only company who is going to stand up and say, “We CAN do better” then who cares if it’s a commercial for one part of their theme parks? They can advertise the heck out of themselves if they succeed in changing the negative attitudes we currently hold about the future into one of positive progress.

So this “review” is a response, in part, to that reviewer who needed to put down anything that might show a happy, healthy future. I, too, am not going to address the acting, directing or cinematography – I am only addressing its theme: the future is ours to make, so make it a good one.

And I, for one, know which wolf I’m feeding.*

Play safe,

*This line will only make sense once you’ve seen the movie.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Getting ready

Less than a month to go for our trip but not spending much time this week thinking about it. We’ve already chosen our luggage, weighed it and I’ve packed and unpacked twice trying to decide what stays and what goes. I have a list started that lists “Needs” and “Wants”. When we come to the wire, the “Needs” go into the suitcase and, depending on the room and weight left over, I’ll have to prioritize my “Wants.”

But this week another event has superceded all thoughts of leaving. In four more days, my son is getting married. I love the woman he’s chosen to be his wife – she’s a true sweetheart. That doesn’t mean I don’t mourn the departure of my son, however. He moved out of the house eight months ago, so I’ve had some time to adjust, but there’s a permanence about a marriage ceremony that puts a period on his childhood. And that gives me bittersweet feelings.

Bitter because he’s left us. No, bitter is too strong a word. Sad. Melancholy. Both of those are better words. After being a huge part of our lives, day in, day out for two decades, his presence in the house is gone. I’m not picking up after him, or nagging him to do anything, nor am I getting a daily hug or a quick, “Love you, Mom” as he heads out the door. We don’t share music anymore, he doesn’t fill me in on the latest games I should be playing or how his favorite League of Legends team is doing in the finals.

Sweet because I know we did a good job. Like most parents, we screwed up sometimes but, in the end, he turned out to be a good man. Yes, I used the word man. He hasn’t been a boy for quite some time and I’m proud of the man he’s become. His soon-to-be wife is getting a wonderful, caring, loving human being and I take just a little of the credit for that.

So the trip has taken a back seat this week as life gets turned on its head in a very happy way. I celebrate the addition to the family and am thrilled to the very core of my being that he found a woman who loves him as much as we do.

And, if I’m very, very lucky, I might even be ready by Sunday to give him away.

Play safe,


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Newly released!

Great news! REMEMBERED LOVE is once more available. This short story, formerly at Ellora's Cave, is now re-released as a separate, stand-alone title. Currently available only at Smashwords, it will be at Amazon in a day or so (they take a little longer to go live because they insist on checking covers for "suitability". I already have one title banned there because the cover doesn't fit their sense of propriety).

Val knows all her husband’s moves and their sex life has become mundane despite their love for one another. Then Gary suggests adding a little kink to their sex life and she discovers a whole new side of him—a side that suddenly makes their marriage very, very exciting.

Ooh...spice in a marriage! What a concept. :)

Pick up a copy of this today - and don't forget to leave a review! Those sentences you write are what drives numbers nowadays.

Play safe!

Monday, April 13, 2015

What are you reading?

Lately I've been on a Regency kick with my reading habits. Currently, I'm enjoying Julia Quinn's Smyth-Smith romances. Honoria and Daniel have both found their mates...who will be next? I'll soon find out in the next book in the series, I'm sure!

My husband asked me why I read these books when I know how they're going to end. I told him that's exactly why I like them. There aren't any worries, no concerns that the hero and heroine won't make it through the conflict and end up together, because that's not the trope of a Regency romance. I read these BECAUSE I know the ending. If I want stress and real-life, I'll watch the news.

And I do. Watch the news, that is. But when I pick up a book to read, I don't want reality. I want to escape into a different world or a different time where everything's always going to work out in the end.

I also told him, there is an art to creating those stories. When the plot is tried and true, the characters have to pick up the reins and drive the story. If they don't, it IS boring and dull and repetitive. Julia Quinn writes fun characters I enjoy getting to know. So far, I've read Just Like Heaven and A Night Like This in this particular series of hers (disclaimer: series that play on characters from one book to the next are among my favorites. Nora Roberts does that a lot as well and I like those books better than her stand-alones. It's one of the reasons I wrote Phillip and Sarah Townshend into Services Rendered, even though the book isn't about them. And Will shows up in all four books of the Journey to Submission series. One of these days maybe he'll get a book of his own!).

Next up is The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy. I expect the hero and the heroine will end up together at the end and I've no doubt Ms. Quinn will deliver that...along with intriguing characters and great conflicts!

So tell me, what kind of a a reading kick are you currently on?

Play safe,

Monday, March 30, 2015

What does Rome smell like?

The first time I went to New York City, the smell of the city nearly knocked me over. Acrid yet warm, a little like something had gotten burnt. I didn't know what caused it, but every time I visited, that scent filled the air, stronger than the exhaust from buses, taxis and limos. It permeated my clothes and I'd bring the scent home with me like a memory of my visit.

But then I came to the city in the summer. Got out of the car and noticed right away that the aroma I associated with New York wasn't there. Why not? What had changed? When I figured it out it was one of those doh! moments we all shake our heads over.

All my visits before had been in winter, when the chestnut vendors hawk their wares from nearly every street corner in the tourist areas. The bitter tang was roasting chestnuts, some of which, inevitably, got burned. No one roasts chestnuts in the summer, so no scent.

That experience, however, has stayed with me and now, when I visit the Big Apple in winter, I look forward to the warm memories that scent invokes.

But that begs the question: what about Rome? And Palermo? And Barcelona and Dublin? Do they have unique scents? Is there an aroma that is theirs and theirs alone? Their sights I've seen in pictures, their sounds I've heard in videos -- but the scents? They are a mystery waiting to be experienced.

And I, for one, can't wait for those experiences.

Play safe!

PS. Yes, I will post my olfactory perceptions once I've visited. This is a good lesson for writers not to forget this sense!

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Look out, Europe ‘cause here we come!

Shortly I will leave the continent on which I was born and travel to a new one. There are only seven of them, but I find myself in my 50’s having only stepped on North America. Furthermore, while I’ve traveled quite a bit in my life, I have only visited one other country other than my own, which isn’t saying much, since I lived only two hours away from Niagara Falls as a child and we went to see the Falls every year.

This whole thing came about rather suddenly. After years of saying, “One of these days...” my father recently took me to task for it. “If you keep saying ‘One of these days...’ you’ll never go,” he told me. “Set a date and go. You won’t regret it.”

That was on my birthday in January, just as the Viking River Cruises were starting their big advertising campaigns, as did the collective we call The Caribbean. The latter held no interest for me—I’m not much into lying around on beaches or swimming in water that I have to share with sea life. But Europe? Cruising down the Danube or Rhine? Yeah, I could get into that. Even though I really wanted to visit Ireland and I knew my husband always talked about Italy and France.

So we looked into it and winced. Holy cow, they’re expensive. Six nights for nearly $8000 – and that was the buy one/get one price that didn’t include airfare. Surely we could get more for our money than that?

The idea was in our heads, our calendars on the table before us and we had a block of time (four weeks) with which to play. We have money set aside from my husband’s mom who passed away nearly a year ago. She was a world traveler herself and would be thrilled to know we spent some of what she left us on a trip in her honor.

We’re AAA members, so it made sense to start there. We walked in, sat down with one of their travel agents (waving hello to Linda at the Pittsford, NY branch!) and told her our dream. She got to work, asking questions and determining our comfort level (yes, we’d drive in Ireland but not Italy. Getting lost would probably be our lot and I wasn’t comfortable doing that in a country where language would be a barrier), and helping us find the “must-sees” of our dream trip. By the time we were done nearly two hours later, we were going to Europe for twenty days. Not six, but twenty days!!!!

Neither my husband nor I like group tours where we have to be certain places at certain times. That was the attractiveness of the Viking cruises. You had a guided tour in the morning at each port, then were on your own for the entire afternoon where you could go where you wanted and see, in depth, whatever you pleased. How to balance those elements when were planned on our own would be our challenge.

We solved it by opting for a Mediterranean cruise that has seven ports of call. Structured in that our transportation was taken care of, unstructured in that we determine what we do in each port. Starting from Rome, we dock at Palermo, Tunis, Livorno, Genoa, Toulon, and end in Barcelona. Because of last week’s events, I’m not sure we’ll get to visit Tunis, but I hope we do. Being able to step onto a third continent, if only for a day and if only for a short distance, was one of the reasons we chose this cruise. But we certainly understand the world will not hold still for our little excursion and so we will wait and see what develops there. (UPDATE: We’re not going to Tunis at all. No third continent for us.)

We also chose this particular route because of the stop in Palermo, Sicily. My husband’s mom’s side of the family came from Palermo and Calabria. We don’t expect to find relatives on this short visit, but it will be fun to walk the streets his ancestors did and see what they saw.

We don’t get much time in Barcelona, our last port of call. Pretty much we get off the ship and head straight for the airport to catch a flight, not to home but to Dublin!

Yep, the second part of our trip is a Go As You Please tour. This part was surprisingly affordable. We pick up a car in Dublin and have vouchers for nearly 900 Bed and Breakfasts throughout Ireland. We make our own way and do our own thing for the next six days (eight days total; we’ve bookended the tour with nights in Dublin). We almost immediately decided to find two B&B’s and use them as a home base while we go out for day trips from there. Less time spent packing and moving and more time spent enjoying Ireland.

Depth rather than breadth. That’s the way we like to travel. We don’t see as much, perhaps, but we get to know a smaller area deeper. More relaxed, that way. The only thing that worries me a little in this part of the trip is the driving. Left side of the road is a perspective change (expect me to wax philosophical about that later), and we’ve asked for a manual shift. I can drive standard easily enough – had a standard for thirty years – but shifting with my left hand? I’m dyslexic, remember. I think my husband will be doing most of the driving. Ireland will thank me for that later.

So my husband and I are going to Europe! We’re leaving the house (and the cat!) to my daughter. She’s just as excited about that as we are about leaving. I remember when I had to work and couldn’t vacation with my parents anymore – how I loved having the house to myself! She told us not to let the door hit us on the way out, even if she wishes she could go with us. :)

I’m looking for all the travel tips you might have. We’re planning to take only carry-on luggage, so we’re packing light. What do you suggest are necessary accoutrements? What about traveling in Italy and Ireland? Suggestions on what to see, do, experience? How to behave? We’re going to be pegged as tourists, we know that, but don’t want to be the Ugly American. To that end, we’ve already begun learning a few phrases in both Gaelic and Italian.

And so, instead of my usual sign off, let me say dia duit and ciao!


Friday, March 13, 2015

Two books, two days

Book clubs are great in several ways, one of which is "making" you read something you might otherwise not have. This month, the group I belong to is reading Orphan Train: A Novel by Christina Baker Kline. I had some doubts about it. I mean, why the need to label it as a novel in the title? Isn't that a little disingenuous?

I started it yesterday morning and finished it by early evening. The story pulled me in, perhaps because I've taught a fair number of young women like Molly, the present-day protagonist. I've had many Goth girls in my classes over the years and, while each one had her own individual spark, there was a common thread that put them all on the same death-head necklace: none were content with the well-worn path through life. Molly isn't either, nor, we discover, is Vivian, a woman in her nineties who joins with Molly as a fellow protagonist.

SPOILER ALERT: (skip this paragraph if you haven't read the book. You have been warned!!!)
I didn't like the end of the book. It just stopped. I wanted Molly's story to have more of a closing and I wanted to see the reunion between Vivian and...well, someone important. Neither is shown and that ticked me off. Not a good way to end a book.

Back in November, my aunt sent me a book she thought I'd like, but at the time I was writing THE REVOLUTION OF CLARA SIMPSON and couldn't take my mind away from that. Then it was the holidays and things go moved and...suffice it to say the book resurfaced when I cleaned on Wednesday and I put it on top of my TBR pile.

What book? Still Alice by Lisa Genova. Yes, I know Juliette Moore was nominated for the Best Actress Oscar for her work in playing Alice, but I hadn't seen the movie. Now that I've read the book - in a day, mind you - I would like to see how they handled it in the movie. The book is written from Alice's point of view and it seems that it would be difficult to translate her thoughts and actions to film.

But it, too, captivated me. So much so that, after a brief interruption to go see my nephews in their spring musical, I came back and finished the last 50 pages because I had to know how it ended. No spoilers here - I will recommend this book to my book club for next year, though!

It is, however, a quick read. I scrapbooked all morning and into the early hours of the afternoon in order to finish (finally!!) putting the journal and all the pictures together from our Alaska trip -- back in 2009. So I didn't start reading until mid-afternoon, took a several-hour break in the evening, and finished it before 11:15 pm. Yes, I'm a fast reader, but that was quick even for me.

Okay, off to add these two to my spreadsheet of Books I Read for 2015.

Play safe!