You can know anything. It's all there. You just have to find it.

-Neil Gaiman


Friday, April 22, 2016

The Prince and Me

I don't recall the very, very first time I heard of Prince. Or what the song may have been that I first heard on the radio. It was 1984 and I was nine. Not old, but old enough.

What I do remember? With burning, vivid clarity?

The movie Purple Rain.

Here's why.

It was rated R.  And it was going to be on TV. At 10:30 pm, when they showed the rated R movies. Me and my brother stared at the listing in the TV guide.

We knew what RATED R meant.


Naked people doing things they do when they got naked. I wasn't quite sure what, exactly, (not discuss gas prices or the Dow Jones industrial average or if butter was better than margarine. Answer: YES! that's for sure). But I knew I definitely wanted to find out!

I wasn't interested in "adult language" because at nine I could already curse with the best of them. Preferably under my breath, out of my parent's hearing.

No, no, no. It was the nudity.

The problem?

No way in hell were my parents going to let me and my 10 year-old brother watch a RATED R movie. I usually had to be in bed by 8pm anyway. I wasn't even allowed to watch Dallas or Dynasty or Falcon Crest (The Love Boat was apparently tame enough, though).

Then we solved the problem.

We would watch it when we stayed over at my grandma's house. Something we did often on Friday nights so my parents could be alone or something. Ugh. I now just realized why. Maybe not to discuss gas prices....

Anyway, our grandmother pretty much let us do what we want. Stay up late? Sure, why not. Watch TV? No problem. Eat ice cream for dinner? I'm not stopping you.

We knew our 80 year-old gramma didn't know who Prince was, or what the movie was about. Didn't matter that my brother and I didn't really know, either.

Because did I mention before? NUDITY.

So after Johnny Carson and ice cream sundaes I bravely suggest watching a movie. I was hoping my grandma would say, "Okay, I'm going to bed."

She didn't. She said, "Oh good. What's this nice movie about?"

"Umm. Music, I think."

So the movie starts. It's a little weird, but cool.  My brother and I are sitting on the sofa, tense as criminals in a holding cell. Something, we knew, was going to happen.

Then it did.

The scene. Apollonia must "purify" herself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.

I still remember the outfit. Black leather jacket and pants.

Then she ripped it off.

I actually screamed. (I was so mortified)! Also, it was sorta of awesome in a thrilling way.

But mainly I was mortified because I was sitting next to my grandma.

My brother had his mouth open, silent. Amazed probably.

But I had to make it stop. I was terrified what I might (and my grandma) see next.

In the fastest I ever moved (Mach 2 at least) I jumped up, ran, and turned the TV off. It was an old TV, with knobs. I turned it so hard I heard a weird crack.

My grandma seemed stunned. "Why did you turn it off?"

It was then I realized that she might have nodded off and hadn't even seen the gorgeous naked lady standing nakedly in front of Prince.

"It's a bad movie!" I screeched.

My brother, to his credit or stunned stupidity, was still motionless and silent. Like he had had a stroke or something.

And then it was over. The end. We went to bed.

I finally saw all of Purple Rain when I was twenty-one and living in Minneapolis. I had met my soon to be husband at the world famous music club First Avenue, and of course Matt had his own VHS copy and let me watch it.

I stand corrected.

It was a great movie.

Thanks, Prince. You were definitely one of a kind.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

You down with GOP? Yeah, you know me!

So the book came out on Tuesday, August 25th.
This is how I spent my day.

I took my daughter to the dentist. Found out she had a cavity. Awesome.

I received many nice and wonderful comments on Twitter and Facebook.

I pull some weeds, picked some tomatoes from the hideous jungle that has become my garden. I gave up after twenty minutes.

I did three loads of laundry.

Tried to figure out what to make for dinner. Told my husband that I wanted to go to sushi happy hour at Wakame, because, dammit, I deserved it.

My husband will accept any reason to go to sushi happy hour so this is not a difficult compromise.

The IRS is auditing us? Sushi happy hour.

A bird pooped on the car? Sushi happy hour.

It's Tuesday? Sushi happy hour.

The supervolcano under Yellowstone is overdue to blow? Sushi happy hour.

Sushi happy hour honestly is the answer to all your problems.

I'll post more later about books and whatnot, but last night's GOP debate got all my creative juices flowing. Be amazed and bow down to my artistic talents.

Honestly, I think Jeb has the right idea. I needed a drink (or five) after watching it.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Four Days Out

So next Tuesday the book is going to be released. Finally! Amazing! Hooray!

And guess what I'm going to be doing to celebrate?

I'm going to the DENTIST! Wheeeeee!!!

Actually, Sena is going to the dentist. So far, she doesn't mind it. They give her toys, a new toothbrush, and a butt-load of stickers. What's not to like?

Anyway, I thought to celebrate the book publication I would post a few things.

One is from a website that has proved invaluable to me over the years - Miss Snark's First Victim.  Along with the now defunct Editorial Ass, it is one of the best blogs out there about writing and staying motivated and also: There are contests! And critiques!

I have been reading this blog for a while and over the years it's helped me stay motivated and keep my eyes on the prize. This helps when you realize how many other writers out there are going through the same thing as you are - something your friends and family just can't understand. (Even if they pretend and/or want to.)

The other is an interview about STRANDED, which gives more hints as to what the book is about, something I have not really gone into on my blog.

You're just gonna have to read it.