Then, we went to take holiday pics of the new baby and her brother and I sat there the whole time thinking, what does that guy do for a living, why would she marry him much less breed with him, he looks like he has a bad smell, that baby is funny looking, they should wait and take his picture when or if he gets cuter, why didn't the mom fix that girl's hair first, gee, that kid's voice is loud and high pitched, why would you put that same hideous sweater on all of your kids for a life long memory of a holiday, my grandson is so f-ing handsome, mom better hurry up and give him the facts of life talk cuz they are gonna be all over him in a year or two, my granddaughter is so cute, even when she glowers, oh, my god they must hate my daughter, she is so pretty and her kids are the only cute ones here, and Cassie looks so cute in those jeans. Is this perception or reality? I no longer know. Or perhaps I don't trust my judgment anymore having made such huge mistakes about people throughout my life. I am doing some work on my third book and I wanted to get these two people together and I was having a heck of a time figuring it out. But now I figured it out. If you love someone, you just love them. Even if it's your deluded perception. That's why God invented that special kind of pain that goes with love.
I like the show Bones. More than I like the books. I suspend belief. The relationship between Booth and Bones is so cute. No, it is totally bizarre and unrealistic actually, but I love them. I am so glad they are together. And right the head of the lab would wear THAT dress to work in a path lab. But it is one of my favorite shows. I rent the dvds at the library. I play catch up on On-Demand. I tried to watch a new show with a similar theme. Forensic medicine is huge lately. I don't recall the name but Dana Delaney is in it and I heard it was good. Every single meaningful glance, "How will she respond to this?" "How should I respond to that?" went on a beat too long. The characters could have been computer generated. I hated it. And, who knows, maybe it is great. Maybe it is my perception. There was this actress. She was the Charlie girl, and then they tried to make her an actress, (I won't say her name). They even gave her her own series. One of those algorithms telling them where the money comes from I guess. Every word out of her mouth was a half a beat off. It drove me up the wall. I saw her in a little bit part on some police procedural drama, and she had improved. Or my perception had changed.
I got a great review that was just the kind of language I understand. "Crazy good read." Which is exactly what I write, y'know? And then I am nosing around today and someone on Apple gave me one star cuz it jumped all over the place. Umm, no. It is totally linear,time-wise, age-wise, story wise. And who cares,their loss, they missed the nursing scene and that great blizzard and some other good stuff. But I clicked to see what else they had reviewed and they had given five stars to the app for ordering pizza from Pizza Hut. So it is always nice to have your pride and conceit taken down a peg or two and realize the company you are in, who you are sharing that bookshelf with. At least I have to be glad it wasn't a three star pizza ordering app.
I think the only way you are going to get read is if your work gets to the people that perceive life in a way similar to yours. So far they are few and far between, but, God, how I love them. Cuz they get "me". My ex-friend didn't. My husband doesn't. But someone did. So now I don't have to die with my song still in me. Someone heard this little bird.
