Scattered Jules

June 27th, 2008

the world is beautiful

Posted by Julie in Random Rants on life

I don’t care how sentimental and lame that sounds . . . the world *is* beautiful.

Don’t believe me?


Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

Did you notice? No matter where he went, no matter what language the people spoke or what religious, political, or personal beliefs they may have held, when they smile, they are all the same. When they dance, they smile. The world really IS beautiful. Anyone who says different has simply never stopped long enough to notice.

No one’s watching, feel free to take a moment and dance.

June 19th, 2008

Plays, Wishes, and Book Deals

If you’ve never seen the play Into The Woods, you’re missing out. It is quite possibly the most brilliant production ever written–funny, poignant, good music . . .

There is a scene where Cinderella is running from the ball. She’s run from the ball twice already and the prince is ticked that his female of choice continues to escape him. So on this final night, he prepares for her speedy flight and spreads pitch on the stairs. Cinderella is now stuck to the stairs and knows the prince is coming. She’s feeling a little contemplative as she stands there, stuck to the stairs. She has some big decisions to make. Does she tell him she’s really a housekeeper for her ugly stepsisters? Does she tell him she’s been pretending to be a princess this whole time and has in effect lied to him? Or does she have an alternative choice?

She sings a little song. The words go like this:

Then from out of the blue . . . And without any guide. You know what your decision is . . . which is not to decide . . .

My publisher’s answer would reflect the lines of that song. So I wait a little longer. I have no idea how long exactly, but I am patient, if not precisely pleasant.  So I have no answer today, and likely not tomorrow, and likely not until the committee reconvenes next month.  It’s been kind of cute since my daughter, Rae, is at girl’s camp. She’s borrowed her leader’s cell phone and called me from the mountains at least eight times over the last two days to find out the answer. Isn’t she great to be excited and anxious right along with me?

Into the Woods truly is a magnificent play. There’s another song at the beginning where all the characters are introduced. They all want something–a wish. Each wish from each character is different, but no less worthy than any of the other wishes. The baker and his wife want a child. Cinderella wants to go to the ball. Jack (of beanstalk fame) wants his cow to give some milk so he and his mother don’t starve. Jack’s mother wishes for all sorts of things, and little red riding hood wishes for a loaf of bread for her granny in the woods. The witch has her own hearts desires. The princes of the land want princesses worthy of them.

I wish . . . more than anything . . . more than the moon . . .

Everyone wants something.

I am not so far different. I sing the words, “I wish . . .” a lot. I could drown in my list of wishes. On days like today, a small degree of defeat bleeds in and my current set of wishes negate all the wishes previously fulfilled. If I had a genie, I’d make him dizzy with all the, “No wait! What I *really* want is . . .”

Into the woods is supposed to be playing at the Utah Festival Opera this summer. I’m buying tickets.

June 18th, 2008

And the answer is . . .

I know the committee meets in the morning or early afternoon based on the times Kirk (my editor) calls me to give me news. So at 3:30 I realized it has to be a “no” and Kirk doesn’t know how to break the news to me.

Then an email popped up in my box.

It was from Kirk.

My hands got all sweaty and my arms went numb as I clicked the email open.

And the answer is . . .

I still don’t know.

How do you like that? Kirk said the committee was going slow and he’d likely have an answer for me tomorrow. Is the suspense killing you guys as much as it’s killing me? 

Yeah . . . I didn’t think so.

Regardless of the answer, it’ll be a relief to put me out of my misery.

In the mean time, I need a new laptop. Anyone have suggestions or cautions on laptops they just love and can’t live without, or ones they hate and would never deign to touch again? I need an *inexpensive* laptop, so don’t go telling me about the latest cool costs-me-one-of-my-kids laptops. I would prefer one that docks or at least lets me hook up a full size keyboard and monitor to. The bane of writers everyone has finally found me–carpal tunnel.

Light! I can’t believe I still don’t know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

June 17th, 2008

Friday the Thirteenth

Life has been busy. On Friday the 13th, I went in to meet with the marketing staff of my publisher so they could meet me and determine if I am “school tour worthy.” They like the idea of my fantasy novel, but are a little wary of letting me loose on school age children.  So I went in and met them to try to prove myself. I took in a blow up map of the world I’d created (illustrated by the way awesome Kevin Wasden), I took in a little packet of how I felt a school visit should go (which I hope they understand was just ideas, not anything I am totally married to). And I took in doughnuts, and muffins, and chocolate (What? You don’t bribe your editors? I’d have brought them in a variety show from Vegas if I thought it would do me any good).

I honestly thought I would be walking out of there with an answer.

But looking back on it, it makes perfect sense that they would never deliberate and debate with me sitting right there looking anxious, and biting my nails, and offering them more doughnuts. So they are going to committee on Wednesday. That’s tomorrow.

I’ve had a ton of people ask me how the meeting went, but I don’t know what to tell them. I think it went okay. I didn’t throw up on the board room table. I don’t remember saying anything wretched, so my filter must have been working for the hour I was there. And I can’t think of anything I wish I would have said. I did my best. If the answer’s no, it won’t be because of my mediocrity. It’ll be because it just didn’t fit their company right now. It sounds like I’m making excuses so I can feel better about myself if a rejection should come, but that’s not it. Sure I’ll be disappointed if they say no, but i know I went in prepared. I did my best and can’t ask for more from myself. I also know that my personal editor has got my back and I can’t ask for more from him. I have never enjoyed a publishing relationship more than the one I am in.

I do like that the meeting was held on Friday the thirteenth. I was born on that day. I love the number thirteen.

I haven’t had a whole lot of time to obsess over the waiting. Father’s day was Sunday and I hosted dinner at my house. My dad is one fabulous guy. And it makes me happy to know that I married someone who is such a fabulous dad. We went hiking to Devil’s Den (our local waterfall) after dinner with my brother and his kids and had a great time.

Today is my anniversary. Yep, sixteen years and I still love to kiss that face. My daughter decided she wanted to look at my yearbooks recently. While she was flipping pages she saw where Scott had written in my yearbook. It read, “You said you wanted me to write something that will matter in twenty years, something that you will look back on and smile about . . . The year will be 2008.”  He wrote for a whole page and a half and it is 2008, and I did look back on that life we had then and smile. Twenty years we’ve been together . . . a few detours, and some downs to go with the ups, but I wouldn’t trade the journey for anything. It’s been fun growing up with him, learning about life with him, and having him around to hold me until the love sinks into my bones.

You can bet that whatever the answer tomorrow, he’ll be there to high five me and dance around the living room with me. Or he’ll be there to hold me ,and smooth down my hair, and tell me there are other things waiting for us. Whatever happens tomorrow, he’ll balance me.

What does this mean for all of you?  This simply means that you have to wait too. Why should I have to wait for the answer alone?

June 5th, 2008

9 WORDS WOMEN USE

9 WORDS WOMEN USE

1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

 2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more  minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

 3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with “Nothing” usually end in “Fine”.

 4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!

 5. Loud Sigh: This actually is not a word, but a non-verbal statement  often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)

 6. That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say ”You’re welcome”.

8. Whatever : Is a women’s way of saying YOU SUCK!!

9. Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking “What’s wrong?” For the woman’s response, refer to #3.

I laughed when I got this in my email box because I use ALL of the above statements. My poor husband . . .
Number nine and I are intimate friends because I usually have a chip on my shoulder and am always too proud to ask for help. It’s because I think I shouldn’t HAVE to ask. He’s a smart man. Surely he knows when I want something done. And yet he is still MALE which does not equate into mindreader.
Last week, I was desperate for help. Desperate enough I *asked* for help. And do you know what he did? He helped me. It’s an odd phenomenon. I might try it out again and see if it works next time too. I might be on to something.
Yesterday, Scott framed in half the ceiling for my daughter’s room. I didn’t have to ask or anything. He just went and did it, and did a great job. If the other half gets done soon, I can go in and pull wire and hang insulation and we can call the sheetrockers! For the first time since we moved here, I looked at my basement with a real hope that it might actually get done. I hope it gets done before book signings and school tours start. That would be a mess to try and juggle all that together . . . In the meantime, I need to get back to writing; what am I doing musing about basements on my blog when there is a little girl trapped in my book who will never get untrapped if I don’t get to it? Have a great weekend everyone!
May 28th, 2008

CONduit and Memorial Day

I love what I do!

Really, I love what I do. I love talking to people about writing. I love hanging out with writers I admire. I love recommendations for new books I haven’t read by authors I trust to give me good advice. And I had a great time for memorial weekend.

Friday I went to lunch with Lee Modesitt and Kirk Shaw. Lee is my dear friend and why he hangs out with me, when he is ten times smarter than I will ever be, is a quandary, but I love that he does. Kirk is my editor and also my friend. That’s a combination that doesn’t come along too often and therefore is cherished. Lee gave me a great new title for my fantasy book and I really hope my publisher loves it as much as I do. Lee also convinced me I need to go to WorldCon. It’s in Denver. A mere eight hour drive.  I’ll be going.

While with Kirk, I found that my book, Eyes Like Mine won’t be coming out until February of 2009. That seems so far away, but I will likely need all that time to gear up for signings and marketing stuff.

Basically I spent my weekend with Lee, James Dashner, Jessica Day George, Suzy, and several other people who were just fun to chat with.

And I talked too much. I know . . . I *always* talk too much, but I really sometimes wish the filter between my brain and my mouth worked better. I’m overly opinionated and sometimes a little too passionate about whatever it is I’m ranting about. So I drove home rolling my eyes and wondering what the heck is wrong with me.

Am I the only one who does this? Am I the only one who speaks and then spends the next month asking the person in the mirror why they have no control over their tongue?

Regardless, the above mentioned people are still my friends and I am grateful for that. It’s good to have friends who love you for who you are, in spite of who you are.

I went home to a house full of relatives and since I got home at 2 am, I had to try hard to skirt around the sleeping bodies littering my living room floor so as not to step on them. 

I made the journey to the cemetery in the evening on Monday. Everyone else had come and gone and the place looked like a well kept garden with all the flowers. I like going there alone. I like sitting by Grandma’s grave and talking to her like she was right there listening. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I have her name and I have to ask myself what I am doing to be worthy of that name. Would she be proud of me? Maybe. Would she have a scolding for me? Probably.

Would she laugh at the dumb things that fall from my brain, through my sifter, and out my mouth? Oh definitely.

She was fabulous that way.

May 26th, 2008

Orphan Works

Posted by Julie in Random Rants On Writing

Orphan Works

And no, I don’t mean little parentless children being forced into doing hard labor. There is a bill out that will impact the artistic world. Its impact on the literary world is not as great as on the actual illustration world, but the literary world will feel the negative effects on some level. It’s called the Shawn Bentley Orphan Works Act of 2008.

Admittedly, I am not the brightest star in the sky, but it appears to me that the purpose of this bill is to enable infringers of copyright, trademark, and design. I’ve spent the last five years of my life fighting infringement as an eBay investigator, and I am a writer who believes that intellectual property belongs in the hands of the rights owner solely. I can’t believe anyone looks at this act as a good thing.

Where the 1976 Copyright act gives practical protection to a copyright holder the moment they create a work, the Orphan Works Act does not protect a copyright holder unless he takes action to register their work. In other words, an owner of intellectual property must “register” their intellectual property in order to stake a claim in it.

If you paint something fabulous  and decide to not register your work, or you simply were uninformed that you were obligated to register your work, and someone else searches the registered database for your registration and can’t find it, they have the right to use your work as if it were their own. If you don’t register it, the work is considered an orphan and is free game to anyone who stakes a claim on it.

This means someone could decide they like your painting, then they can use it on mugs and t-shirts, effectively making money on YOUR intellectual property. The same will be true of ANY intellectual property, whether written, painted, sketched, designed, sung, or any other creatively created work.

Yeah . . . bad.

The databases where your registration would be held would be privately owned, not government run, and the monies to run such a large operation will come from–you guess it, the owner of the intellectual property. You will have to PAY out of YOUR pocket to protect YOUR rights. I am violently opposed to such a thing.

 

I stole (with permission) the following example from someone else’s blog.

Following the rules the bill lays out, it potentially creates tens of thousands or millions of instances of this situation:

 

1. An individual or business finds an artwork (of any kind) that they want to use or incorporate commercially. But it has no author name affixed or associated with it. Under that circumstance or even if this individual knows the name of the author but cannot successfully make contact with them, then

2. The individual may search one of the few, or several, or many privately business-run databases of artworks which this bill will inevitably cause to come into existence (for the mentioned reasons). If the individual doesn’t turn up a connection of the work to its author or is unable to contact the author, then

3. The individual may file a notice with the Copyright Office of their intent to use the work commercially. Many situations would end here: they would use the work without owing the author anything. Now comes what kills art.

4. If the author of the infringed work finds out that it has been infringed, and should he go against the infringer for it, the infringer may claim to the court that he made a “good faith” effort to find the author of the work or make contact with him, but never found them to be in connection with the infringed work, or never made successful contact, and therefore

5. The court will order the infringer to pay the copyright owner only a “reasonable fee” but the infringer may continue use of the work, without limitation, and

6. The infringer cannot be compelled to pay attorney’s fees to the individual whose copyright he has violated. This is the real death blow to the authors of infringed works, as this current protection - where copyright violators must pay the attorney fees in cases of violation - this is what currently protects copyright most effectively. But under this bill, this protection will be removed by “limitation”. Consequently the author of the infringed work could never afford to go to court against anyone who infringed their work, because the most money they could get out of it would be far less than the attorneys fees which they, the author of the infringed work! - would have to pay.

 

Someone else profits from work they did not make - and it could be *my* work - and the author - *which could be me* has no means of obtaining any money for it.

 

Other practical (more correctly impractical) results of this? The market value of the author’s work is diluted by two thirds, since he can’t guarantee exclusive use to anyone on sale or license.

 

No author is afforded any copyright “protections” unless they register, and they would have to do this for every work of art they have ever created, paying a fee to each of several or many databases, and if they fail to register with all of the databases, anyone can pick up their work for unlimited use from a database they might have overlooked. Worse, the databases are not perfectly searchable, and many works properly registered will fall through the cracks. Images not in any database - the vast majority of contemporary images, since they *cannot* capture every living artist’s every work of art - are also unprotected.

 

 

It’s a reversal of copyright protections. Currently (again, under the Copyright Act of 1976) if you register a work you can claim damages whether or not the infringer found you or knew you to be connected with the work, but under this bill, your work would not be protected, if the infringer, uh, managed not to find you. Which would be very easy to do when there are two, three, five, seven databases to search - which database *won’t* find you? The court will hold that up as a “good faith” search. A simple failed search of any database will be enough.

 

With the private, business-run registries on whose contents decisions of copyright limitations hinge, the Copyright Office - or part of the United States government - would be handing control of citizen rights (copyright protections) over to private enterprise. Would any artist like that? Their rights being given to private business without their knowledge or consent? Should any citizen like that idea?  That they, or an artist they know, will have to monitor private enterprises for the governance of their copyright?

 

Worst, even if an author successfully monitors all of their works of art in all of the databases and pays a fee to each of the many databases for every work of art they have ever created (which with so many artworks and so many fees could easily be far more expense than an artist makes profit), and if he ever finds any of his work to be infringed, the practical protection of his work remains as nonexistent as the above numbered points describe.

 

It must also be pointed out that the Copyright Office seems to have, or breed, contempt for the copyright protections of authors. This was the Associate Register for Policy & International Affairs’ reply to Brad Holland (of the Illustrator’s Partnership) in a meeting where Holland questioned the bill:

 

Holland: If a user can’t find a registered work at the Copyright Office, hasn’t the Copyright Office facilitated the creation of an orphaned work?

Carson: Copyright owners will have to register their images with private registries.

Holland: But what if I exercise my exclusive right of copyright and choose not to register?

Carson: If you want to go ahead and create an orphan work, be my guest! 

Write your representatives and let them know how you feel about this. Here’s a link: http://capwiz.com/illustratorspartnership/issues/alert/?alertid=11350921

Or use this:

http://www.usa.gov/Contact/Elected.shtml

This whole concept bothers me because it puts all the responsibility on the creators of intellectual property and none on those who simply want to use another person’s work. So I leave you all with this politically charged blog in the hopes that you will look into it, draw your own conclusions (I don’t expect anyone to share my opinion and I don’t proclaim to have all the details, but I encourage you to research for yourself, draw your own conclusion, and be a responsible member of our society by actively communicating with your representatives on matters that matter) I would be glad to hear your opinions, whether for or against and why.

 

May 19th, 2008

Drumroll Please . . .

And the chosen title for Seeking Zion is Eyes Like Mine.

I was kind of hoping for the Lost Treasure of Constance Miles Brown, but I’m glad for the simplicity of this title. It’ll be easy to type, and easy to say, and overall I am generally pleased with it. I still don’t know the release date, but the fact that it is coming out sometime is good news. Eyes Like Mine . . . yep, I like it and isn’t it lovely . . . the title actually has meaning in the story.

And no, I didn’t forget the contest. Though I wouldn’t blame you for thinking I had. I am awfully flaky sometimes. The winner of the title contest is An Ordinary Mom. Send me an email with an address and your book choice and I will make sure you get your prize :) 

I’ve been pretty flaky when it comes to blogging and emailing and with communication in general. I have not read for my own pleasure in more months than I care to admit, and it seems life is speeding up, not slowing down.

Yesterday, my husband suggested we take the kids up the canyon and do scripture study and a picnic and just relax a little. So we hauled the kids up the mountain and had ourselves a great time. We spent the majority of our time in a place where the mountain seemed to split to create a little bowl. The bowl has a grassy area with a creek running through the middle. The kids tromped through the water and tormented each other in general while Scott and I laid ourselves out on the grass and stared at the sky. Sky staring is never boring because the sky is always changing. There is always something new to look at.

When we got home the kids were a muddy disaster so I demanded they all take baths.  Murky called out to me during his bath and asked me to come look at his leg because he had a spider under his skin. I went in to check it out with a roll of my eyes and a “yeah right.” I fully expected he’d spray me with water or have some equally demonic plan for me. When I looked, I about screamed. He really did have something half in and half out of his leg. And it did look like a little black spider. I called out the big guns–dad. These are things moms should never have to deal with.

It was a tick. Remember all those things you learned at girl’s camp and boy scouts about ticks and how to remove them? Yeah, all lies. You don’t use petroleum jelly to suffocate the tick. You NEVER want to twist it out since that will snap it off and cause a bad infection and could result in lyme disease. You use blunt tipped tweezers and get underneath the tick and pull out straight. This means you have to tear skin to get underneath the tick and ensure you don’t leave any parts of the little parasite behind.

My Murky was brave. We flat out told him it was really going to hurt when we removed it and his heart beat went up (I know because I was holding him while Dad did the extraction), but he didn’t cry out. Brave kid. He’s great that way.

So much for the relaxing day. Next time we go up the mountains, we’re all wearing long pants and long sleeved shirts. Okay we probably won’t. We go up all the time and this is the first instance we’ve ever had of tick issues. But you can bet we’ll all be a little more wary as we brush by plant life.

In other news I am heading to CONduit this weekend to hang out with my favorite sci-fi and fantasy writers and am excited to see everyone. I will report on the weekend next week sometime. Tomorrow is my day for writing on the wall so feel free to check it out. I’m doing the toolbox for YA writing.

May 15th, 2008

Wordless Wednesday (It’s still Wednesday Right?)

Posted by Julie in Random Rants on life, idle blogging

And yeah right . . . a writer without words . . .

I took this photo in Hawaii in a rain forest (don’t ask which one . . . That whole week was one blur of bliss and zen) I’ve come to really enjoy the concept of paths with turns that disappear behind trees or whatever. A path with turns, twists and the insecurity of not knowing what waits around the corner.

Life is a path like that. I feel like I’m there right now, standing at the turn, insecure in not knowing what waits for me, wondering if I dare take the step that will put me face to face with something new . . .

Does anyone have a good path story, where they got around the corner and found a surprise, good or bad, waiting? I’d love to hear it while I stand here contemplating my own bend in the road.

May 11th, 2008

Mother’s Day

Because I am the mom

For your Mother’s Day enjoyment, you need to check out the above youtube video.

I am not all that fond of Mother’s Day. I’t a day to reflect on all the many ways I fall short. The fact that I got a really cool hammer from my husband for my mother’s day present (and the fact that I love it) is indicative of the type of woman I’m not. But I am starting to feel more comfortable with myself in my role as mother.  Moms are more than people who cook meals and clean house. Moms are people who genuinely love their offspring. I can do that. Moms are people who laugh, and cry, and scold, and sing, and cuddle, and laugh some more. They are the ones who rush in to hold you when you’re feeling sick, unloved, afraid. They are the ones who hold you long enough for the love to sink into your bones, until you feel better again. They are flawed–all of them. Kids are flawed too so it all works out okay. I don’t bake fabulous things. I don’t do a lot of things right, but I do the important things right.

My own mom is a sweet little lady who is desperately flawed. I wouldn’t have her any other way. She drove me in the mornings on my paper route because I was afraid of the dark and the Sunday papers were so heavy.  She had water fights with me and my friends. She properly humiliated me the day I needed to buy a strapless bra for prom (no my dress wasn’t strapless but the lace straps were . . . well lace. Lace has holes.) I still remember the day I walked in her room to find her on her knees in prayer. I hurried to duck out of her room so I didn’t disturb her, but the image of her turning to God for help stayed with me.

She’s a great mom. She’s there when I need her. What more could I ask for? I try ot be there for my kids when they need me.

Moms carry a lot of guilt around. We carry it with us like cloaks, worn on the outside, covering up all the great things we do. It’s springtime, ladies. Shake off your cloaks. Focus on the little moments where we get it right. There’s lots of those moments. Find joy in them.

 

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