No significance to this being post #3,333––I noted the nifty number this morning, then realized yesterday was l'astronave's twelfth birthday! Born October 7, 2007.
I don't think of my blog by its name––"starship" in Italian––I think of it as "my blog". Or even as gugeo--its url name--short for "guerrilla geography", a name that was already taken when I started this blog, a name I wanted because I was tired of writing geography books for middle school libraries at the time, and wanted to go a bit rogue.
I didn't though––go rogue––I still write as if I'm an editor who has to footnote everything I say.
I like that, mostly. It can slow me down, but when I read wrong "facts", I wonder, why didn't someone fact check this?
I remember when it was hard to look stuff up--you had to go to the library--but now it's the work of seconds to google it.
I'm not too picky about casual writing (like emails), but published?
The other day I started reading a Dean Koontz novel on the rec of a customer, and I stopped after DK describes his hero––a man who supposedly knows spy tactics––as "unavoidably" leaving wet footprints on a carpet.
Unavoidably?
Wouldn't a spy know to take his wet shoes off, if he wanted to avoid leaving footprints?
Cranking this stuff out top speed, are we, Mr. Koontz?
I put genre books like Koontz's out for .49 each at work. People buy them in piles. I get the appeal--it's like eating candy--doesn't have to be great--but I don't enjoy it.
I cashier from 10 to 2 today. I just took my CBD in preparation. Yesterday I didn't take it, and I felt super annoyed at the store. I was muttering to myself, "Why am I putting up with this for minimum wage?"
Just the usual, relentless mismanagement.
For instance, someone accepted a load of books that had been stored in a basement. You could see the mildew on them, and you could smell the odor from a couple feet away,
though the worker who is, of course, entirely untrained, said he couldn't smell it.
I hate to handle books with mold and mildew--even carrying them as far as the Dumpster--it can infect your lungs...
Oh, well. Other than that, my life is going well. House sitting is nice--far from feeling displaced, I like being in such familiar surroundings after one month in a new and foreign neighborhood.
My new homeowner messaged me a photo of the three girlettes I left there. "They are waiting for you," she said.
I don't think of my blog by its name––"starship" in Italian––I think of it as "my blog". Or even as gugeo--its url name--short for "guerrilla geography", a name that was already taken when I started this blog, a name I wanted because I was tired of writing geography books for middle school libraries at the time, and wanted to go a bit rogue.
I didn't though––go rogue––I still write as if I'm an editor who has to footnote everything I say.
I like that, mostly. It can slow me down, but when I read wrong "facts", I wonder, why didn't someone fact check this?
I remember when it was hard to look stuff up--you had to go to the library--but now it's the work of seconds to google it.
I'm not too picky about casual writing (like emails), but published?
The other day I started reading a Dean Koontz novel on the rec of a customer, and I stopped after DK describes his hero––a man who supposedly knows spy tactics––as "unavoidably" leaving wet footprints on a carpet.
Unavoidably?
Wouldn't a spy know to take his wet shoes off, if he wanted to avoid leaving footprints?
Cranking this stuff out top speed, are we, Mr. Koontz?
I put genre books like Koontz's out for .49 each at work. People buy them in piles. I get the appeal--it's like eating candy--doesn't have to be great--but I don't enjoy it.
I cashier from 10 to 2 today. I just took my CBD in preparation. Yesterday I didn't take it, and I felt super annoyed at the store. I was muttering to myself, "Why am I putting up with this for minimum wage?"
Just the usual, relentless mismanagement.
For instance, someone accepted a load of books that had been stored in a basement. You could see the mildew on them, and you could smell the odor from a couple feet away,
though the worker who is, of course, entirely untrained, said he couldn't smell it.
I hate to handle books with mold and mildew--even carrying them as far as the Dumpster--it can infect your lungs...
Oh, well. Other than that, my life is going well. House sitting is nice--far from feeling displaced, I like being in such familiar surroundings after one month in a new and foreign neighborhood.
My new homeowner messaged me a photo of the three girlettes I left there. "They are waiting for you," she said.
Jayne, Bubblepop, and Opal
Happy twelfth birthday, Fresca! Twelve years of blogging is nothing to sneeze it.
ReplyDeleteI like an occasional page-turner, potboiler, pulp novel, whatever you might call it. But I can't read them more than occasionally. Things like that Koontz issue you found always bug me!
ReplyDeleteHappy blogaversary! I didn't realize you wrote geography books! I love geography. It's one of my best trivia categories.
Congratulations on twelve years! I'm grateful you have been around. :) I also appreciate your thoroughness with everything and can see it's a part of your literary makeup. Not having that sort of energy, I try to write what I feel confident I know, or just something from me. Yet if I go further afield in factual details, I can't help but think that you will notice if it's off, and I'm compelled to check things out when possible. So you are a helpful example for me in the online universe!
ReplyDeleteMICHAEL. Thanks! "Nothing to sneeze at"... Is that a reference to something? Nancy?
ReplyDeleteSTEVE: I do like an occasional page-turner too. I like Kate Atkinson's mysteries, for instance, with her detective Jackson Brodie. I don't think I've ever caught a stupid mistake in them...
I wrote--or "compiled", rather, 18 books in the "visual geography series"---the sort of books kids use (or used to use) to write school reports about a country.
It wasn't exactly "writing"--more like compiling fact and spinning statistics/demographics/charts into prose. I LOVED researching the countries.
And, yeah, pretty useful for Trivia Night.
DEANNA: Oh dear. I hope I don't loom over your writing like a sour blog monster!!!
I mostly want to write from my own perspective too--and not like a reporter.
Your writing encourages me!
No, you don't loom, but you do encourage by example. It's nice to know I sometimes encourage you!
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