Posts Tagged ‘Books’

Now That You Mention It

November 10, 2022

Me: (talking about books) While I have my preferences, of course, I like anything interesting with a good story, really.

Me: *pauses*

Me: Now that I say that out loud, I suppose that applies to most things I like in life, come to think.

Because At Least That One Has Some Slight Historical Merit

September 1, 2022

In January of 2022, A.A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh entered the public domain in the United States.

One of the first things done with this was to make a horror movie sequel to the classic book.

All in all, I’d rather watch Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.

I Should Probably Apply This Principle To Other Things As Well

September 2, 2021

I’ll hold onto a book for a lot of reasons, because I enjoyed it, because I thought it was interesting, because I have a history with it, because I think it’s important, and so on.

As I am currently undertaking an overdue inventory of my library though, I’ve come to realize that holding onto a book just because I read it isn’t a good reason to hold onto it.

Step One

March 23, 2020

Don’t Panic

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

Which Was Admittedly Over The Top, But It Made Him Laugh

January 7, 2020

My son had a rough morning today, so I was trying to cheer him up, but I prefaced what I was about to say with, “Now I’m not trying to come across like a Pollyanna, but . . .”

“Who?” he asked me.

So I explained she was a character from a book, and tried to come up with an on the spot example of what I meant.  What I came up with was, “Pollyanna was the type of person that if her arm got ripped off and eaten by a bear, she’d say ‘I’ve always wanted to feed hungry animals!'”

A Good Case Can Be Made Either Way

August 13, 2019

When other households debate the merits of “two doors versus four doors,” they’re talking about cars.  In my household we’re talking about what kind of bookshelves we want.

A Flashback From Years Ago

November 29, 2018

Me:  (after being corrected on the “proper” way to say the name of a fictional tribe from a book)  Huh.  My book didn’t come with a pronunciation guide, can I see yours then?

Now Where Was I?

July 25, 2014

As I was going to say before I got roped into a zoo trip with L. this morning, sometimes its easy for time to get away from us.  Nobody knows this better than a writer who’s been told “I’ll read your book as soon as ______.”  You quickly learn that continuing silence after that statement means that for one reason or another, your book is gathering dust somewhere.

Mr. Phillion, in light of the significant delay since I last mentioned your book,  I wish you to know that your book is indeed gathering dust somewhere . . . in a shipping box in transit to my address as I type this.

You don’t get off that easily, bucko.


April 30, 2014

So a good friend of mine, Matthew Phillion, recently completed the path to publication for his book, The Indestructibles, leaving me in something of a quandary. You see, I’m genuinely happy for him and want to congratulate him, but males in general, and writers in particular, have a reputation for being overcompetitive and better at insulting than complimenting one another. While that’s not entirely true, of course, I confess my first thought was to playfully rake him over the coals a bit as tradition requires. You know, something along the lines of “Since I am mentioned in the acknowledgements, I am contractually obligated to say something nice about your book here.”

But I decided all that would be inappropriate.

Congratulations, Matt. You fought hard for this day, and you’ve definitely earned your laurels for this one. I doubt I’ll have the chance to read the finished product before this weekend at the earliest, but read it I shall.




And then I’ll rake you over the coals.

Devouring Some Good Books

March 29, 2013

Honestly, this has been one of “those” weeks for me, and I’m not even sure why; I just know that it has been, and that stress fractures are starting to show in my psyche.  Case in point:

Around my dinner time earlier this week, L. wanted me to play out on the porch with him.  (He had already eaten, you see.)  Since my dinner was in a bowl, I figured it would be easy enough to humor him and still eat, so I told him I just needed to get my shoes, and then we’d go play.  Lala (who hadn’t heard this exchange), looks up to see me getting my shoes, and asks me where I’m going.

“I’m running away from home,” I told her.

“With a bowl of food in your hands?” she asked.

“I don’t want to get hungry on the road,” I haughtily sniffed.

“Shouldn’t you have some books in a knapsack or something?” she inquired.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I sneered.  “That would taste terrible!”