Zoe Tasia

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I’m a Trekkie, not a techie…

imageThis, is my mouse. You will notice three things about it straight off. One, the poor thing is worn to a frazzle and you can almost hear its whimpers of “uncle.” Two, it is a gaming mouse, because yes, I have in the past enjoyed WoW. And three, it is a dinosaur which by rights, should be turning into crude. My computer is even more geriatric than my mouse. I desperately need to invest in a new one, but…I’m scared. Now that is hard for me to admit. Generally I consider myself brave, but aware of my short-comings and not fool-hardy. Minette is trying to get me on a Surface. I look at that dinky thing (FFS, it doesn’t even HAVE a mouse!), and wonder how the hell am I going to figure out how to turn the bloody thing on let alone write, save and edit books. I don’t have a choice, tech marches on and I would rather goose step with it, than be trampled under, but I do so with a sense of reluctance and thumb my nose at the ranking officer. To paraphrase Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, technology comes and goes so quickly here! I am not against improvements, but I feel this world is too quick to dispose and can tend to be materialistic. In the past, one could buy and continue using a computer or phone for years. Now it seems six months later what one has is woefully out of date. I admit I do need to attend classes covering everything from Remedial Computer Use to Social Networking as an Author, but this rapidly changing world makes my head spin and there are days when I long to curl up with a notepad and pen, because I feel my heart and soul pours forth with more ease then than at a keyboard in front of a screen.

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imageMy expression when doing more than five minutes of  yoga. Of course, this is on my mental New Years resolution list. Yes, I am aware that January is ending. I’ve decided Zoe New Years starts February 1 and yay me, I’m ahead of schedule. I’m creating a new kind of yoga, a Zoe-friendly kind of yoga. I don’t have all the details worked out yet, however sipping champagne, petting puppies, listening to cats purr and reclining shall play a significant roles. On a weird note, non sequitur warning applies, I grew half an inch.

Reviews, namely, fear of…

imageNegative reviews. I am looking ahead to that inevitable day when our book receives one. In preparation, I searched for uncomplimentary reviews of some of my favorite books. My reasoning was to reassure myself that even the most awesome authors don’t have universal appeal and every writer, no matter how good,  has to deal with unpleasant comments. Opinions are arbitrary. I don’t like coconut. There isn’t anything inherently bad about coconut, I simply do not like the taste. Some people will read our book and just flat out not like it. I can live with that. There will be others that serve up constructive criticism. I am brand spanking new to publishing and have a lot to absorb. I hope I can read such reviews and learn so that the next books I write are better and better. One kind of review that bothers me is the ones that start out, “I didn’t finish this book, but…” I do understand that this reflects on the beginning of the story, which in these cases, fell short in the extreme, however I think that in order to properly review anything, you should finish it. Oddly, I don’t see this happening as much in such media as television shows and movies. I look forward to seeing your comments…even the unflattering ones and thank all who take the time to do so.

I remember…

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Does anyone else remember the chat rooms of the late 90s/early 2000s? My first experience with these was when my taped episode of Buffy was missing the crucial last five minutes. I was distraught. My sweetie, after listening to me bemoan it too long, said, “Get online. There’s bound to be a site or something where you can find out what happened.” Pretty sure he regrets that advice. The show aired originally on the WB and the station created an official Buffy website which had a chat room. So Zoe is introduced to this wild, new world. You chose a name and bam! Your screen showed multiple conversations scrolling down the page. To say I was intimidated was an understatement. I can type and thought at the time, that I typed well, but before I could address an individual, the next topic was well underway. There were not many rules. You could “be” anyone you wanted to on these sites and it wasn’t that unusual for people to construct a new persona. I liked the anonymity and relished an opportunity to be judged merely on what I “said” so I kept my personal information to myself, but never lied online. I did know men who posed as women, junior high girls claiming to be 21, and married 40 year old men pretending to be single and 25…pretty much every wild story of deception you can envisioned occurred. I met some wonderful people there, many I remain friends with and several who I have met in the real. Things have changed. I understand why. There are and were some pretty horrible people out there. Sometimes I miss it…those crazy days of the early chat rooms.

Sometimes I freak myself out.

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So, I’ve been busy researching for our book. Found some wonderful sites and learning a lot. One thing I’ve learned is I am woefully unprepared for certain circumstances. Do you know how to pick locks? Could you get free from zip ties? Are you aware of proper techniques needed for fighting with a firearm from close quarters? If you can answer yes to any of these, color me impressed. Realistically, I probably will never need these skills, but, having an overactive imagination, I can worry myself sick that I don’t. I’m overwhelmed by how much I don’t know. I have to remind myself that nobody knows everything. This doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying though. So, excuse me, I need to practice my handcuff knot. Never know when I might need to subdue a foe.

The games people play…

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Football season is upon us. Shake those pom-poms and show your team spirit! I don’t ‘do’ sports. I am not a team player. I was the last one picked for the kick ball game and the first person tagged during dodgeball. I, the quiet, obedient girl, skipped one class as often as possible – P.E. Yet, I do keep up on sports for one reason. They are important to people I love. My dad was an avid football fan. I grew up watching pro and college games. We viewed anything and everything physically competitive that was televised. Golf to figure skating, professional wrestling to tennis, we debated the outcomes during commercials. Cheering the Sooners to victory with my dad is a cherished memory. This weekend, I watched the Texans play and as I clapped, I remembered my father. Win or lose, he favored me with this big grin because, bottom line, the most important part was that I was with him. Whatever I do, whereever I go, if I am with those I love, I am happy.

A taste for the macabre…

imageI like skeletons…and spiders, zombies, vampires, the moon, the color black, goth music.  Darkness fascinates me. I am a Whedon fan. I watch Blade and Underword movies.  I don’t like horror flicks that rely on surprise and blood and guts to scare. I am a sucker for a well-crafted noir urban fantasy. Jim Butcher, Neil Gaiman…two of my idols. However, I would not call myself a pessimist. I am a realist and a fighter. Am I fearless? No. Do I try to be brave in the face of adversity? Yes…and I like to think I am smart enough to recognize when a strategic retreat is necessary. Halloween approaches. My favorite holiday because for that brief time, others are okay with me sharing some of my favorite things. (Imagining new lyrics to Julie Andrews’s song. ;))

The theatre, the theatre…

image“What has happened to the theatre?” The quote is from White Christmas, but certainly applies now, if you are over 35 anyway. My hometown had two movie theaters, the small, downtown one and the drive in on the south side. Our theatre showed one movie at a time. There was a small concession stand which sold popcorn, soft drinks and candy. By the time a movie made its way there, probably 75% of the rest of the U.S. had already seen it…twice. I saw a movie this afternoon. I had numerous choices to make. What film to watch? What time to see it? Which theatre to visit? Once there, (no line to wait in, hello ordering tix and printing them out online!), I could find anything from sushi to gyros to nosh on. Fancy a margarita? No prob! The seats were roomy and comfy like Dad’s old Lazyboy. No fighting for the armrest. The screen, ginormous and curved. This was one amazingly high tech multi complex. I enjoyed the movie, (Jurassic World). It brought to mind one of the first movies I ever saw,  one of the Sinbad flicks. I remember the old, velvet curtains parting, the fanciful molding and sconces on the walls, the clickety noise of the projector…the intimacy and sharing of that experience with the rest of the audience. Hearing others gasp when the Cyclops appeared. Noticing when the watcher on one side moved to cover her eyes still peeking between her fingers. I don’t miss the sticky floors or the crap sound system. I don’t miss running for the bathroom and stumbling blindly back to my seat while the rest of the moviegoers in my row cursed me. I don’t miss the cranky ticket lady who was so slow that you had to figure in extra time for her fumbling.  But I do miss the awe and amazement of people who very much still felt the magic of the cinema.

Turning over a not so new leaf…

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For years I was a member of a book discussion group. In fact, I ran one for awhile. Then things got busy, as they do and I stopped attending meetings. This month, I will join the local library book group. I miss the camaraderie, but also, analyzing other books will help make me a better writer and I will read some books that I never would have chosen on my own.

Gonna cut myself some slack…

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Not the best pic despite my multiple photography classes, but note the curls. I have spent ages on my tresses, yet when it looks its best, I have done the least amount of work. Sometimes I try too hard…and not just on  a hairdo, or a hair-don’t, an unfortunate, yet frequent occurrence.  I obsess about wanting things to be perfect. There is nothing wrong with striving to be the best you possible, but I need to remember that I am not perfect and never will be. And that is totally okay.