Saturday, November 30, 2013

no . . . more . . . turkey.

Seriously. No.

Soup, sandwiches, pizza topping, tetrazzini, I think I'm putting the rest of the carcass in the freezer and using it for dog reward treats. I read somewhere that Americans waste 20% of their food. I'm guessing about 5% of that is after-holidays turkey meat. Poor murdered birds--we should at least be willing to eat all every scrap to honor its sacrifice.

We're not.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

This needs reviews. Want a free copy?

Let me know and I'll send you an ebook. It's selling well enough, and a couple of people who didn't have to say anything have said they like it (including Valerie Parv, which made my day, thankyouverymuch) but I need some stars.**

I'd prefer a bunch of them, but I don't have enough cash to bribe you for them. I do have cookies.

AND A FREE BOOK. Seriously--let me know at katerothwell at gmail dot com.

 ** and here's another thing: If I send you a copy and you hate the book, or don't finish the book, or feel awkward about writing a review, I get it. I've been there. It's fine.

Friday, November 22, 2013

And I did appreciate it at the time.

See? I did like Christmas with my boys.

and I'm not always a grouch about it. 

I even have pictures of me and my guys to prove it. Check out my hair. Wow. And the vest. 

Of course Christmas nightmares are tough. . .
Holiday, jolly holiday.
the trouble is most of the counterbalance to the usual stuff--

(memories of people who died years ago touching off seasonal mourning? not enough sunshine? unfulfilled expectations? misunderstood words? ignored words? old and new resentment? too much work? not enough? too many people around? too lonely? too many invitations? none not enough money to enjoy the holidays? cold? dark?)

--is produced by the industries that want you to shut up and buy buy buy. (does anyone else remember that spray painted slogan on the bridge over the Charles River?) Personal honest sweetness is hard to separate from the manufactured treacle. And everything is coated with an air of desperation. Hey, come on, a bit of treacle is fine, but it's released this time of year with subtlety and volume of a fire hose.

Happy Holidays is a command to get with the program. Good thing there aren't holiday police out there.

I swear I really am fine. I was listening to online people, mostly at facebook. The biggest complaint seems to be the money thing, so people really do buy into the buying thing. Or maybe they don't want to complain about their real issues with the holidays?

In my case--I don't have little kids anymore so this part of the year feels less real. This season, those long-gone little guys are the ones I miss, even more than the dead people.  

Also a community movie would be nice. I miss that, too.

So, as usual, when I look closely, it's hard to find a source for genuine, stop-the-presses sorrow.


I do seem to be doing a strange combination of PROMOTION and GRIM lately.

It's my natural inclination to be negative but hey, it's good to understand the path to and fro those dark spots in life.  I want to make sure I understand there's an escape hatch. Or, if there isn't a way to get out, a way to get through? It's my eastern European blood mixed with Irish blood. Almost inevitable.
Also?  It takes practice to sound upbeat about being downbeat.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Only one more day to go on this one.

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Really? That's an interesting hobby you got there

I still don't have a strong opinion about Censorship vs Freedom at Goodreads. GR can do what they want and people can get mad about it. I get both sides. But what I don't get, once again, is why anyone would want to wallow in Kerfuffle crap. 

This started when I noticed someone gave most of my books one star ratings. She does that a lot. Thousands of reviews, 1.6 average rating. 

I figure either she's a truly unhappy reader with lots of money to burn or she reads a lot of first chapters and then rates them accordingly.  That's cool. That's what goodreads is for--to keep track of the books you've read, you want to read, and you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

Though, really? You have to do that? Rate every single book by an author with one star? the author whines.  Eh, okay. Your account, your life. Other theories I've seen for the chronic one star reviewer is that they're jealous wannabe writers, but that seems more like wishful thinking on the parts of authors.

      okay we're coming to the point of this post soon, any paragraph now...

I looked around at other low rating goodreader types to see if that's common and that's when I noticed that there a whole lot of people who do that--who have hundreds, if not thousands, of one star rating.

I started to read their reviews. Ratings are one thing. But those reviews? Some of them. Wow. Intense -- and they seem to be a set up. Almost like a trap....waiting for someone to come and disagree. Because why else would the same situation happen over and over?

   nearly there. . . . 

Yeah, wham! Whoa! Fight is on, babe! I found thread like that. And then another. And another.

Here's the basic structure:

Review--Long, (sometimes) funny, (sometimes) clever, (always) mean diatribe about book. Really long. Usually about the book.

Lots of other people who chime in with "better you than me" or "you poor thing thank you for jumping on the grenade for the rest of us" or "Better get drunk!"

Okay, a sense of community because it's fun. I get that.


Author (or author's fan) chimes in with "You guys should get a life instead of ripping down someone else's work."


The author (or her fan) have come to the right place to release their own and others' flying monkeys. The reviewer and her friends let loose. It's as if everyone involved is just waiting for the party to start. The toxic level jumps from mild to poison in a blink of an eye.

This reminds me of the drunk college guys who used to hang around the bar, aching to pick a fight. They want it so bad. With Anyone. Please, just say the word. Yeahhhhh okay!
I got some poo with your name on it

You can feel the self-righteous glee running in those threads. You're a bully. No, you're the bully. You don't even know what bullying is. You are a small minded useless turd-blossom.

The responses are usually cloaked with concern trolldom or humor, but man, their core is composed of venom, or maybe some kind of virus because, damn, it's contagious. I could feel it going into my system. I could feel my fingers itching to answer.

It escalates. It's ugly--to an outsider, anyway. 

This stuff happens again and again--come on, you know goodreads is just one of many hives of  scum and villainy. . . .

Politics, oh boy! And remember Trainwrecks? It was a website that got pulled down a few years ago because of the poison that ran through its threads.  And sometimes Regretsy would get that way too. Yup. we go.....THE POINT!

Here's the thing: The topic does not matter.  A lot of people don't wade in because they care deeply about the particular subject. They go out looking for the high of vitriol. A good shot of epinephrine to jump-start the emotions. Hello, Clockwork Orange on a tiny, teeny scale.

So many people jumping into the pig pile, wading deep into the shit to pull hair and scream their fury. Or more likely they laugh like those really dumb villains in movies--now I know what those villains are feeling, a form of THIS, whatever it is. Violence in real world; threats and mockery and anger on the internet.

There must be a tiny bit of every human brain that jolts and sparks with those exchanges. It must prod awake some animal pleasure that's as addictive as any strong chemical response.

But seriously, it's nasty. I'm out of there. Adios, Goodreads threads like that.

I can't imagine doing that over and over and over and . . . . God. Awful. People do this on purpose? Do all those zaps of anger make you feel alive?

In a novel I'd be portrayed as the coward who slips out of the angry crowd and runs away from the fight. That's fine because, dayum, just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt.

And before anyone thinks I'm saying that I'm superior because I stay above the fray. No. This isn't a self-righteous I am so much better than you rough, common fighters moment. . This is more of wait, this is starting to feel awful...omigodIamgoingtoBARF blrrrrrrrrrrrragh watch your shoes response.

Yeah, okay I do have a big dose of Fuck this. because wow. Ick.

I don't do roller coasters either.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Obvious List

I was thinking about the minimum a person needs to remain a social being connected to the world.  

You think maybe I need some credentials for making this list in a This Is Absolutely True Don't Argue With Me manner? Okay--I've been human a bunch of years. Credential that, buddy. Also, see "Obvious."  Then why bother writing it down? is your next question. I'm ignoring you now. Rudesby.

My List:

1. To be desirable. Usually seems to be sexual, but it's not the only boat on that lake. Desiring your company, desiring your feedback--that might be all you get. A hello smile of a greeting that lasts longer than an inhalation and exhalation when you walk into a room--a greeting composed of real pleasure to see you. That might be it. That might be enough. Maybe even an exchange on the internet will do it.

2. To be heard. Minimum=a small moment of exchanged greetings. When someone asks "how're you" and you say "not so good" their "aw, sorry." might be enough. Or  your "doing great!" met with an appropriate and honest "fantastic." Actual interaction when the other person is focused on you, for five seconds. That could be it. And yeah, internetty-interaction could fill that one too.

3. To be touched. Dogs and cats will fill that gap. Can't get it from a computer. And maybe, if you're not entirely awake, you can fool yourself into thinking a blanket wrapped tight is a hug.

I suspect most people wants more. But this might be enough to keep us human. Less than that and something cracks, I think.
Hey, this isn't about me, btw Linda and Tom. It's just something I was thinking about. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

did I ever show you the final cover?

Here's the cover! Clarissa Yeo did it. She was fast and easy to communicate with. She managed to make an unwieldy title look good--got to love that ampersand. AND she's only 19!

I highly recommend her. I think she must be superbusy though because she's not accepting custom jobs at the moment.


In case you missed it, here's a link to buy the book. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A brand new historical by Kate Rothwell

Hey! LOOK! The Earl, a Girl, and a Promise is available now!

When a nearly naked woman crashes into his arms, Paul, the new Earl of Latterly, knows he’s left his monk-like world behind. Raised apart from females by his misogynist father, Paul hardly knows how to speak with the delightful girl who’s dashed out of the dance hall. But in a single night’s tryst, they discover a passion he’s long denied himself. Yet to his dismay, he learns Emma is the adopted sister of the very man he seeks. The true heir to the earldom, Paul’s ne’er-do-well cousin.

Although she’s tried to escape her free-loving mother’s reputation, Emma consents to one night of lust…for a price. But as her heart falls for the stranger, she forgoes payment and flees into the night. Only to find Paul on her doorstep again, seeking her brother. And offering an inheritance that will change her family’s lives forever.

Her rapscallion brother needs training to blend with the ton, and Paul needs Emma’s help. Fear of becoming his eccentric father makes Paul skittish, and Emma’s outrĂ© family keeps the waters well-churned. But as Paul fulfills his promise to reveal the true heir, he and Emma must forge a new path to love. Before their pasts rob them of true happiness.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual content and graphic language. It is hotter than many titles by Kate Rothwell.

The the fuss and bother I've done in the past with new releases isn't happening with this one. I've done blog-tourish things. I comment everywhere. And I end up unable to write for a couple of weeks afterwards because my brain gets shoveled into a different mindset--one I intensely dislike. So I'm just putting this out, quietly.  At least when the book gets ignored this time I know there's a good excuse for it!

I wrote this a few years ago, back when I had an agent, and it kept nearly getting bought by New York. One editor said she'd just published a storyline that was similar. Another said it didn't have the right kind of sex she liked. Another liked my style but thought it wasn't dark enough.

So okay, no New York. Let's all prove New York wrong and buy a gazillion trillion copies of it. Make that prolific yet undiscovered Rothwell a feel-good success story that shows up on the front page of Amazon.

Although I might give in and do some bribery later. I'm thinking -- how about giving away a Kindle or something? Eventually. Maybe. I have to think about this one.  Right now I'm going to go demand Mike make some cookies to celebrate--and to warm up this house.

Saturday, November 09, 2013

I'm not ignoring you

First of all, Love Between the Lines is free for the rest of today. TODAY only! You can go grab a copy, read it this weekend, and then give it a five star review--and still have time to rake the leaves. Since I'm asking you to do me a favor, then maybe I should go rake your leaves while you read the book.

I made it free because I can. I'm about to take it off KDP Select and why not go for that last feature?

This is nice: a bunch of people took the time to offer their opinions on my cover. Thank you, people! For some reason I can't seem to use my comments to say thank you in the post below. Maybe everyone is being blocked from google plus and the stupid program will finally peter out. The thing could use a wooden stake through its heart.

In other news, I'm going to go watch my kid be Hamlet tomorrow. I'm overly impressed that he is playing Hamlet. Even if he does the whole production wearing a horse mask and saying the lines backwards, I will be impressed because, whoa. Hamlet. I have him pegged as a great Polonius, which demonstrates that it's a good thing I'm not in charge because. Hey, Hamlet.

In still other news, this is the book's cover:

I liked the sepia a bit better, but when you shrink them down to thumbnail size, the mint stays easier to read.

And since this about the cover -- thank you again for taking the time to come over here to comment.

In yet other other news, my citizen's police academy class is about to come to an end and that makes me sad. It's an interesting experience. I doubt what I've learned will make any difference with my writing, but it's a good time.

Anyone who has a chance to take that in his/her community should sign up. You do get a lot of "The Police Are Great" promo, but that's fine--they kind of are great. Staying on the decent side of the line between protecting the public and jackboot thugging it up life is tough.It takes a particular type of person and they seem good at figuring out who can do the job.

You also get to play with (unloaded) weapons and that's a good time. Oh, and if you do it in West Hartford CT, you get coffee and donuts every week.

You won't get to take it with Katy Lee and Susannah Hardy, which is too bad. They're almost as entertaining as the police.

Friday, November 01, 2013

A NEW COVER....but which one? Help!

 I have to pick and I don't know which one is more appealing.

I went to art school (hard to believe, I know) and it destroyed all ability to know what I like. Over the years, I've also lost what art is. But that's another whine for another day.

The question is important! Pick one, damn it!

 Which cover do you prefer?

cover one, all sepia

or cover two, a mix of sepia and blue-ishness.