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I love a really glaring Hexenbiest of an error

Hello, this is your Hexenbiest calling!

Hello, this is your Hexenbiest calling!

The other day I found someone had read a copy of a book I wrote a few years ago, The Extra Man (Book 3, set at Easter).  They’d given it 5 stars, which amazed me. So I went, with a bit of a spring in my step, to the stack of books to be mailed out to the December giveaway winners and . . . I was missing a book!

I had accidentally mailed a winner an old proof copy that was riddled with errors.  Yes, sad but true. And since I don’t know who got the bad book, and Goodreads doesn’t allow authors to contact winners  . . . .

Proof Copy?!” screamed I. “Holy Frack! That’s going to make for a bad review!”

How on earth had I missed that? Moi! I cursed; I stomped my feet; I thought about tearing my hair out (but alas, I have really super hair). In short, I flew into a rage.

Then I laughed.  Really, did it matter that much?  No one who’d won a book had posted a review yet. If I ever they did, I thought, I’d just comment that I accidentally sent a proof copy. But I’m not crying over spilled milk at this point.

All I can say is what Fling recently pointed up (via a text from a great distance):

Tempest + Teapot = Typical Indra

so true!

For anyone that cares, I decide to make the first 3 books of my old series free to download through January (ePub format) for Goodreads.com readers as a semi-atonement to whomever  I gipped out there. These books can be read as stand alones, so if you want to read Book 3 first, or only, no matter.

Living the Extraordinary Life

Lately the chatter has been around “living the extraordinary life.”  Most of this chatter originates with men.  Men have been preoccupied with being extraordinary for a long, long time.

John O’Hurley recently mentioned in an interview on the Florence Henderson Show that his grandfather had told him as a young boy that he could “live an ordinary life or an extraordinary life.” And the choice was up to him. John was born in 1954. That would make his grandfather born circa 1900, if not earlier.

Dr Wayne Dyer reiterated this dialectical thought in his latest PBS lecture Wishes Fulfilled. Then he defined an ordinary life as being a faithful spouse, holding a job for many years, paying your bills on time, and being an honest and honorable person.   That’s not ordinary to me though; in fact, statistically, it’s a life very few people in the US lead.

I suppose every person has to define for him/herself what is an ordinary vs an extraordinary life.  And if having one or the other sort of life is worthwhile. Maybe being extraordinary at living the ordinary life is the greatest talent of all? Making the ordinary, extraordinary? Elevating the “mundane”?

I suppose my bias today stems from a new purchase, an ordinary teapot, and yet . . . it truly is extraordinary!