Archives for May 2011

Things on my mind.

Now that Pirates of the Caribbean : On Stranger Tides is out, I’m back to working on my pirate novel. I found myself a bit stuck when Dead Man’s Chest came out, and there were certain elements that were similar. Similar enough I didn’t want to be labeled a copycat. So I moved over to other projects (mostly raising my kids) and let this one sit alone, in the hopes that things would percolate in my brain and be ready when I came back later on. Which I’m pleased to say, it has. While writing, I use a steady stream…

Disneyland and Bravery.

The Oldest Kidlet is a lot like me. Same drive, same short-temper (which I’ve learned to control). Same need to be the center of attention. He’s exhausting for that reason. Ever butt heads with a parent, only to wonder why because you’re so much alike? Sometimes it’s because you’re alike in the good and bad ways. I honestly don’t remember what started it, but we were getting in the car yesterday after hitting up a coffee place on the way to Disneyland. I looked back at my boys and said, “You two are going to be the death of me.”…

You threw off my groove!

I had my groove thrown off today. We were running late. So late, in fact, that I had completely forgotten to put on makeup. Which, for me is a problem. Without concealer under my eyes, I look like a raccoon. Thank you, anemia/allergies/whatever. But I digress, we were running late. On our route to the Oldest Kidlet’s school is a construction zone that’s a little bit like a slalom. The entrance to the construction area is on the opposite end of the construction zone, and I was zipping through as usual, trying to make up the lost time when I…

The End of the World?

I don’t write a lot about my faith, simply because it isn’t something that is easy to define using labels. Today is the day that Family Radio has chosen as the date of the Rapture- the date that the son of God is supposed to return to whisk away his true believers to be spared the horrors of the End of the World. They claim that the natural disasters are proof of the end times… and have spent a lot of money trying to convince people that this is it. Yes, I believe in God. I still sort of identify…

This Crew is Full.

This Crew is Full. A couple months back, we decided we aren’t going to have any more kids. I’d wanted to wait to write about it until after certain things were past, but now it feels like talking about the reasons why are the blogging equivalent of the LeBron Decision special. (However, I did want to touch on the subject – so I thought I’d pull out a pirate metaphor and see where that went) I’ll say this. When I was a kid, I always said I’d have two kids. After I had the Little Kidlet, I thought about a…

Rewriting TV.

As a writer, I’ve discovered something upsetting. I rewrite television shows as I watch them. Well, not every television show. If it’s a well-written show like Law & Order Criminal Intent or Mad Men, I don’t bother. But if it’s a good show that’s suffering from inconsistent characterization… well, that’s another matter entirely. Like Glee. I love Glee. It’s a fun show, punctuated with music and just as over the top as high school seems to you when you’re in it. Really, think back on it – you might not have walked down the hall singing, but I’m pretty sure…

Food and Family. My mom and me.

Dear Mom, You’ve given me so much over the years, and especially since I left home, I’ve come to appreciate just how much of my being I can attribute to the way you’ve raised me. This is just a small token of appreciation for one of the many gifts you’ve given me. -W The lemon tart to the right was made by my mom for Christmas (obviously). I’m sharing my horrible picture of it because it was a great example of how brilliant she is in the kitchen- she combined a few recipes on the spot to make this, and…

Baby Names, Part Two.

Earlier in the week, I blogged about the names that Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon gave their twins. When I posted the link to that blogpost to Facebook… my sister and I went on such a grammar tangent of made-up names that I had to record it here for all posterity. Seester: Monroe isn’t actually so bad, but Moroccan has to be the worst name ever. Even Morocco would have been better. But I’m going with Modern Joe for my imaginary boy and Makhalina for the girl. And frankly, as far as adjectival first names go, Modern isn’t half as…

Baby Names, OH MY.

Mariah Carey announced the names of her children. Moroccan Scott (for the boy) and Monroe (for the girl). Their logic? Moroccan Scott was named after the Moroccan Room in her NY apartment, which is where Nick Cannon proposed. Monroe is after Marilyn Monroe- an icon who inspired Mariah. (Apparently Marilyn was just too obvious) Please tell me that people will stop making fun of Coco and Apple now. Because these are infinitely worse. Before I knew that Moroccan was after the name of the room (and the decor style), I thought she was simply going with using the term to…