Critics of all sorts

Critics of all sorts.
Everyone’s a critic. My husband’s family had a fix for this: He who criticizes does. Sort of like Put your money where your mouth is. But, sometimes the only thing critics do is be critical. Don’t get me wrong. My novel, The Junk Lottery, is all the better for some specific and detailed criticism (the comment, “I liked that scene/chapter/book,” or the opposite, doesn’t work for me) from insightful readers who participate in the story as opposed to searching for errors. You know what I mean? A sentence doesn’t always have to be complete. A character can use poor grammar in her speech. And if there is a bleepity bleep error that squeezes through the cracks, so what. The author may be human, not a Rule Robot.
I can’t ignore the fact that there are errors in the Junk Lottery or the ache in my heart when I think about that.

A word about words

I confess to being a novice blogger. This is the first blog I’ve written. Worse yet, I have only just begun to read blogs. EJ Angel’s blew me out of the water. It is an act too hard to follow, so I won’t try. Neither will I attempt to be a Daily Koz or a Wonkette, the DC gossip, who shows a photo of the flag hanging upside down, half mast. “The half mast being for the Veterans, the upside down for “the Panicked, Gtown Republican Hill Staffers desperately sending their resumes to lobbying organizations, think tanks, and consulting firms.” (Thought I may have a photo or two of my pets, both two legged and four legged.) In fact, I won’t get into gossip at all, unless I become exceedingly incensed over an accidental exposure to something Paris Hilton.

This blog will be like a conversation in my living room with my favorite people: my eighteen-year-old grand daughter; a conservative, Christian friend; another who claims to be an atheist; my Jewish writer friend; a gay guy I adore; my son’s Black house-mate; my Cuban son-in-law; my liberal neighbor and another who blabs everything she hears. You get the idea? I love them all and do not want to offend them. The only one not invited into my living room, is the highly critical person who takes everything out of context to the detriment of the subject/object of discussion. You got it? Nothing insensitive, hurtful, or unfit. The world according to me.

Another thing, this blog will never be perfect. Words may be misspelled, grammar may be garbage, thoughts may be toppled, reasoning may be unreasonable. Hey! I’m learning, and I’m not going to be all uptight about it. Deal with it.

One final word about words. I notice there is blog jargon. Blogroll is one word I learned today. So visit my blog and add a word or so to help me build a blog dictionary.