Captain Marvel is as good as many and better than some of the other entries into the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). It lights up all the levels in my feminist heart, and it also pleases as an entry into this massive franchise with 17 films and counting. I’ve watched every movie multiple times, and I’ll rewatch this one too.
It’s not the best movie in the MCU. It’s also not a Susan B. Anthony dollar.
It’s not a token nod toward representation of women that’s executed to guarantee unpopularity, mediocrity, and, ultimately, failure, so that men who control the spigot of money and opportunities can say, “See? Projects that front women don’t succeed.”
Just Another Marvel Movie
Instead, Captain Marvel presents on screen with Read More
Cheating *IS* at Flood Stage
There’s plagiarism by putting other writer’s books in a blender to produce content as quickly and cheaply as possible. Kindle Unlimited has been rampant with book stuffing. The style of payouts has content producers Read More
Though I try to capture those nuances, all of that uniqueness doesn’t carry over into the printed version. Only I hear it. Which is why I truly love reading my work aloud. (Possibly because it makes this process sound a little less crazy, but I digress.)
Finally, I can use the voice of Bugs Bunny, or add the Winnie the Pooh think-think-think sound, so that they are part of the experience of the story for the reader the way it has been for me for oh so many years.
When I decided to undertake this production, I quickly realized the biggest luxury of the project was not being under a time limit to get through a scene. I could slow down and breathe, huzzah! I missed the live audience reaction, but I also got used to that.
While my performance may not be the high polish of the professional narrators out there, I hope that my personal attachment to the characters comes across in the reading, as if we were gathered in a cozy bookstore, safe and together, while I read it.
Clocking in at just under 90 minutes, I think it’s a great length for commutes. I hope it’s a story you’ll look forward to every year.
One last thing: I treasure constructive, critical feedback. Please leave a review. Tell me what you thought here or post a review at the site where you purchased it. And I thank you for the gift of your time! Your feedback will count in the decision to do further projects.
Update: The Audible release is finally up, 27 (not 5-14) business days later, so I’m removing the downloadable version from my site as previously stated. Information with all the Audible, Amazon, iTunes links forthcoming shortly.
The best laid plans of releasing this holiday audiobook didn’t include an unexpected
But First, False Warnings via Spam Messenger Text
Are you here because you got this or a similar private Messenger text from a friend?
Resume your daily life, you haven’t been spoofed. The text is pure spam and why anyone would send that message to their entire friends list is beyond me. Maybe ask the person who sent that to you if they really got a fake friend request from you or not. Maybe consider blocking that person from sending you private messages. Unless it’s your Nana. Never block your Nana. Read More
My maternal grandmother, Marie, was a baker. I was very little but I remember going to the county fair one year and instead of going to the rides, we went right to the venue for the baking competition. My grandmother said, “Well, I’ll be,” at the sight of her name written on a huge piece of butcher paper tacked to the wall.
She’d won the prize for All-Around Best, well, Everything. She won two more times in subsequent years. This happened later in her life when baking was a serious hobby. She’d learned to bake through pure necessity in rural Oregon and California. She had no car, the stores were always a long way off, and you made meals out of what you had. She once told me that in WWII during rationing, with only two kids she always had shoe coupons to spare, and she would trade them for sugar coupons. That meant she could put up her fruit crop for winter, and even if the main meal was lean there were treats. Read More
It’ll be a great day with a lot of wonderful authors you can talk to, and plenty of other readers who like what you like: stories about women who love women. Read More
You can poke fun at the couple’s foibles, and you can put them in awkward situations, but you can’t make light of love itself.
Road Trip!Hello Land of 10,000 Lakes! The North Star State! And home to an astonishing quantity of out and proud queer writers. My wife and I are undertaking an epic trek this fall, and it includes a swing through the Twin Cities where I’ll be reading my work and talking about books at two different official venues.
When I was asked if I’d present the Golden Crown Literary Society 2018 Trailblazer Award on behalf of the Board of Directors to her, I of course said yes. It was my honor, and a privilege. Secretly I thought it would be easy. Read More
Now that the all-important attire topic is out of the way, I was super excited to hear that the class I proposed to the Golden Crown Literary Society for GCLS2018 had been accepted.
I don’t have date and time yet, but it’ll be somewhere between July 4 and July 8. The session is Thursday, July 5, 2018, at 11:40 a.m.
You’ve heard all about it, the Gay Agenda. So I’m going to put it out there, every detail, so we’re all clear about what The Gay Agenda is. Read More
Diana Beckinsale wears Maniac Red lipstick and high heels for confidence. Paris Ellison wears men’s suits and a Windsor knot in her ties. Same reason: confidence. Read More
Reading is an Act of EmpathyThere’s even science that backs this up: People who read are more readily empathetic about people who don’t live the way they do. As Elizabeth Anderson told me in a recent radio interview, reading allows us to know people.
Because of reading I have strong empathy for little girls who grow up on prairies and all the challenges they fictionally face. However, I didn’t get much empathy for the people who lived on that prairie before the family arrived. For the most part, their authentic story wasn’t told, not by anyone. As a child, I had no way to know that these untold stories even existed. Read More
That’s how stories begin in my head – a sketch of a moment of a glimpse of an idea. A situation that needs to complete. Read More