Fiendish Friday: And the hits keep on coming

I mentioned before that I teach at one of my local libraries. Been doing it a few years now as part of a co-team. This is my first year out on my own. Thursday was the first class of the new session.

Join local self published author, T.A. Henry, for a year long series on surviving self publishing. From cover design to launch parties, she will walk you through the ins and outs of going it alone in the publishing world. January’s focus will be in cover design: do it yourself, pay big money, or something in between – how do you know what it should look it like, what information to provide, and where to find the help you need.

Sounds awesome right?

Too bad no one else thought so. I sat alone with my laptop and a projector – waiting….

 

Fiendish Friday: Respect

I realized after my son’s birthday party this has been a real hot button idea for me lately. I’m not sure why I feel completely disrespected but I do. Like I am unappreciated.

When my son dumps boxes of legos all over the floor, my immediate response is how disrespectful that is. How dismissive of my time and effort to clean them up so the room can be used as something other than a lego garage bin.

When  my father in law cheats at cards, I feel disrespected.

When the kids did not tell me something very unpleasant was going on outside in their game of hide and seek, I felt disrespected.

I suppose this is tied to those basic feelings of inadequacy I still struggle with. If I was a better person I would be more respected. Treated with some measure of respect. If I was a better person the boys wouldn’t have been threatening the girls with a garbage can full of their urine. Which seems….silly in stark gray and white. And yet haunts me…

It’s all very uncomfortable.