Monday, June 21, 2010

Toddlers and Tiaras tv show

Well, in my "Butt glue" post on LiveJournal last week, I said I was going to seek out the tv show Toddlers and Tiaras, just to see what it was like. I did.

It's freaky.

None of the moms looked like they had money to spare, and one of them said it had cost them $15,000 to enter, get the costumes, and travel to this particular pageant. Her daughter, age 6, had been doing pageants for 4 years and had won, over the years, something like $10,000, according to the mom. Had she really? I'm sure I don't know. She had a lot of sparkly crowns. This pageant had a cash prize for the top winner, but don't remember how much.

This particular little girl, without all the glitz, was a darling child, blond and normal looking as fresh made apple pie. After the hair, the makeup, the flashy clothes, she had an uncanny and chilling resemblance to JonBenet Ramsey. This little girl was very upfront that she liked the swimsuit category (a swimsuit category for little children!?) because she got to wear her bikini (which, if I recall correctly, cost $300, maybe more) because it "shows my stomach and I get to shake my butt."


There was also a two-year-old who cried and whined through the entire show, and when they put her ruffly swimsuit on her cried for her mom to "It hurts, take it off, take it off." Needless to say, it didn't come off. And then when she was on stage, she saw all the crowns and sashes on a nearby table and said over and over, "I want a present, I want a present..." How do you explain to a two-year old that the "presents" that are so close, have to be awarded? Mom promised her one if she "did good." Somehow, I just think that a 24-four-month-old brain is going to have trouble with that concept.

Another lady had twins and had dresses picked out for them--and then found out they cost $500 each! Mom's home sewing to the rescue! I think this was their first pageant, and they did actually seem to have fun.

I felt sorry for the moms at the end, though. Constant delays put the pageant two or three hours behind schedule, and then at the end when the crowning too place, they found out from a stunned spokesperson that the pageant director had taken the money and skipped out! The fees, the expensive costumes, makeup artists, hair artists, travel and lodging expenses were all for nothing.

And, of course, according to the mothers "the wrong one" won the top title and the judges were either crazy or blind. (The winner had a Pyrrhic victory at best, since there was no money to award.)

I mean, could any novelist out there come up with this stuff?

It would be interesting to know if the missing director was found and if she ever made restitution of the money she made off with. I wonder if the series will follow up with it. I'll never know because I will probably never watch it again

Related topic:
There is a comment site somewhere that I ran across, where the comments are horribly snarky. While abhorring what they see as child abuse and exploitation, some of them also refer to those little girls as "whores in training" and like terms, which I think is nasty and uncalled for. They also flat out state that the male judges are pedophiles, which is also uncalled for. There are no doubt pedophiles who avidly follow the pageants, but to make such an accusation--anonymously, of course!--is also uncalled for and is slander. Maybe some of them are; I wouldn't know, and neither do their accusers. But it's wrong to accuse someone anonymously of such a horrible thing, and in some cases the statement is accompanied by a photo. This comment forum is as upsetting as the show. Internet anonymity lets a person get away with saying anything they like about anyone, apparently.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The galley!

In ten weeks I have gone from having no book contract to having the final galley proof appear in my Inbox. Amazing.

This part is the hardest for me because, by nature, I want to continually change things and once it has reached this point, there are no more rewrites, no more revisions, no more switches in paragraph construction. This is the point at which, if I were God at sunset on Day Six of Creation, I couldn't say, "Well, I think I think I'll move the pecker to the forehead on Man. It looks silly down yonder. Let's change it, switch places with the nose." No. No major changes now. I have to control my revision-urge.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Wow -- It's been an eventful year

Forgot I had this blog. I think I have another one somewhere. Time to get serious about it. New book coming out, three and soon to be four short stories out, and time running out. "Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few, September, November..." Etc.

In January 2010 I had several unfinished novels, several finished short stories with no place to send them, and one finished, unpublished novel. Then, in two months, I had two short stories published and doing well, a third one contracted for, and a book accepted by an energetic, well-known independent press!

I think I'm asleep and dreaming and will soon walk up and find out. Don't wanna. If this is a dream I want to continue dreaming.

Tomorrow I'll blog the details. Tonight it's almost 10:30 and I get up at 4:15 -- that's A.M., friend. *snore*

I wonder if anyone will find this daggone blog. How do you make it visible? I really need to find out.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

where are the bodies? How do I find them?

August 25, 2009

Well, well. It's been a week since I started this and nobody's found me yet. Could that be because I've not notified anybody? Do ya think? What are the odds of anybody finding it? Zero to none, most likely. Why would anybody want to find it. No reason at all.

On the bright side, there was a double rainbow a few days ago (Friday) and the two girls called all excited, to tell me about it. And I actually was able to drag my crippled, painful feet up the observation tower at the pollywog, someting I wasn't sure I could do. Things have been better. But things could be a whole lot worse.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The inmate is running the asylum

That's kind of what I feel like, starting this blog -- the inmate who suddenly finds herself running the place. I have a staff of one (me), a patient list of one (me), and a secretary (me). No need for a bookkeeper because there's no income.

I have a LiveJournal blog which I don't use often because LJ balks on me sometimes. And I have a book review blog which I will link to this one if I can figure out how to do it. The book review blog is at http://www.reviewsbyruth.wordpress.com/ , for anyone interested.

Blogging in general has baffled me. I can't ever think of anything brilliant or even very interesting to write and wonder why in the world anyone would read it. It's like those times we all have, when we can think of a stinging comeback to an unkind remark -- but we always think of it well after the other person has gone. While facing his fishy eyes, our mind goes blank. In other words, when the computer is off I can think of paragraph after paragraph of witty, scintillating, brilliant, etc. etc. comments on Life. In those unwritten and unspoken paragraphs is distilled all the wisdom of the last century! Nay, the brilliance of the last two centuries, all in the words of a little old lady from Illinois. And for anyone who believes that, contact me. I have a large parcel of swampland for sale...cheap.

Enough of this. This is the first post. I hope there will be others. Better ones.