I’ve been enjoying some new music and it got me thinking about why we like certain music. I know that where and how we are raised has a huge impact on what we might choose. The choices are amazing. I do watch American Idol, but not until the auditions are over. I don’t want to hear the begging and crying, I want to hear the singers sing.
When I’m driving and want to just think or work on my books in my head, I will not always listen to music, but one of my favorite things to listen to is Enigma ~ Deep Forest. There are some Pigmy songs that totally transport me to the fantasy world I like to write.
Our favorite music is often generational. If you were in school during the eighties then you can really appreciate those artists. My brother and his wife are seven years younger than I am and they love YES. My brother in law, older has everything Bob Dylan ever recorded.
I like to think that my taste is eclectic. I love so many songs from the sixties, seventies and beyond. I buy new artist all the time. I will even listen to gangster rap, not often, but sometimes if there is something interesting musically in how it affects me. I’m the one who can spend a couple of hours at B&N listening to all the new CD’s trying to discover some one that catches my ear.
I also love the oldies, Ella and Miles and Chet Baker. Trumpet, pure and bluesy just turns me on…let me qualify that I don’t like too much percussion. Of the new guys, I’m huge on Chris Botti and Rick Braun. I also have a real thing for a lot of James Taylor songs. His voice is so smooth, he sings as if it is breathing to him, effortlessly. His song the secret of life…I will listen over and over to remember to enjoy the ride.
Rhianna
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
BLOG STORIES
As you may have noticed, I don’t blog with any real regularity. I am not good at coming up with fun stuff to wax philosophic or even wittily about, except as part of a conversation. I am a person that thrives in a lively debate or making snarky comments about inconsequential parts of life with friends or family to bounce against or sometimes to cross swords in a lively fencing of words and humor. I don’t claim to be the smartest wit, but I come close to the smartest ass in the group.
Witty repartee in the context of a story or characters ranting, well that’s another thing completely. I can character rant and snort with the best of them. I have been told that I am easily amused, and there are times it is undoubtedly true. I love the absurd, unless it brings someone to my emergency room. Okay, even then…like the kid who swallowed three quarters, cause he didn’t have pockets. Heck, we were pulling vibrators out of butts, long before ER or Grey’s Anatomy made us laugh over it. Of course, they weren’t as small as they are now. Or the old gentleman who put his hearing aid batteries in his ears instead of the hearing aid. I thought we were a society where bigger is better, right? No, now we are the sleek and skinny world of Apple and unhealthy thin super models. ( I love apple products, so keep me in mind when you start to give out IPODS or I- anything. )
I like to create characters that can appreciate the absurd as equally as they do ordinary beauties. The man who likes a crooked smile or mascara that runs. He’s the one whose lips quirk listening into other conversations at a café. Or she keeps spraining her ankles wearing heels.
You see, that is not what the good bloggers do. Very few of them tell character driven or action adventure or even paranormal suspense stories on a daily or even weekly basis. They review life, books or music from their own perspective, even if it is under the name anonymous, it is still from their own point of view.
My point? I am not a consistent blogger. I’ll just call them updates and while I catch up on my story telling in a novel way… (Couldn’t resist)… There may be weeks in between.
Rhianna Samuels
Witty repartee in the context of a story or characters ranting, well that’s another thing completely. I can character rant and snort with the best of them. I have been told that I am easily amused, and there are times it is undoubtedly true. I love the absurd, unless it brings someone to my emergency room. Okay, even then…like the kid who swallowed three quarters, cause he didn’t have pockets. Heck, we were pulling vibrators out of butts, long before ER or Grey’s Anatomy made us laugh over it. Of course, they weren’t as small as they are now. Or the old gentleman who put his hearing aid batteries in his ears instead of the hearing aid. I thought we were a society where bigger is better, right? No, now we are the sleek and skinny world of Apple and unhealthy thin super models. ( I love apple products, so keep me in mind when you start to give out IPODS or I- anything. )
I like to create characters that can appreciate the absurd as equally as they do ordinary beauties. The man who likes a crooked smile or mascara that runs. He’s the one whose lips quirk listening into other conversations at a café. Or she keeps spraining her ankles wearing heels.
You see, that is not what the good bloggers do. Very few of them tell character driven or action adventure or even paranormal suspense stories on a daily or even weekly basis. They review life, books or music from their own perspective, even if it is under the name anonymous, it is still from their own point of view.
My point? I am not a consistent blogger. I’ll just call them updates and while I catch up on my story telling in a novel way… (Couldn’t resist)… There may be weeks in between.
Rhianna Samuels
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
The trip and back
I was gone to a funeral for the weekend, the trip started on New Years Eve, which I don’t recommend as a traveling day. Mostly, because you can’t catch a deal on a decent hotel and it’s expensive to pay maximum price. None of the big hotels have a funeral price. Oh well.
It was a sad occasion to reunite with family. After the service was over, we met with some of our cousins. We were in a small east Texas town, that has turned into one of those historical villages, with antique stores and bed and breakfasts abounding.
My older brother arranged to have a cottage for everyone to get together and got me a room in a B&B. I ended up in a two room cottage, which at one time was the slave quarters, the bed was so high, I needed a trampoline to get up on the thing and they didn’t have a foot stool to help. I managed. My nephew shared the cottage for one night, he was in the room that had bloomers decorating the walls. I asked him what he thought of that… he answered…”They didn’t fit”… he’s sixteen.” He is very funny. There was a clawfoot tub behind a curtain in his room and the bathroom was built to look like an out house. The Christmas fairy had a Santa clause decorations seizure in his room and a gingerbread one in mine. It made the whole trip surreal.
One of my cousins is a very lovely woman, whose mother is a full blooded Comanche. I talked her into teaching me a couple of cuss words in the native tongue. It required some coaxing, because she is very sweet and kept giving me other words, until I asked specifically for the words I wanted. Another one of my cousins is from a little town about an hour from where we were. He’s the fire chief, battalion chief and arson investigator. I was asking him how often he had to investigate arson in his little town and he told me it was more often then you’d suspect.
Last story, I promise. The rented car I drove for the trip had a Magellan. I have never used a GPS before and I’m totally thrilled to have gotten it for the trip down, because I was alone and there were many turn offs and twist and turns and that lady gave me a heads up for all of them. On the down, I picked up my sisters suitcase, she lives about an hour south of me and she hitched a ride with my brother down and drove back with me. I plugged in my destination and don’t ya know that it took me home, but bypassed her town and I had to drive south again to take her fanny home before the trip was finally done.
I know that is sounds weird, but that kind of thing seems to happen regularly. It is Saturn in my planets…Muuahahahah!
Rhianna
PS good news. I won the NOR award for Romantic Suspense Fall 2008 and came in second for Paranormal Romance for Shaking Off the Dust. *happy dance*
It was a sad occasion to reunite with family. After the service was over, we met with some of our cousins. We were in a small east Texas town, that has turned into one of those historical villages, with antique stores and bed and breakfasts abounding.
My older brother arranged to have a cottage for everyone to get together and got me a room in a B&B. I ended up in a two room cottage, which at one time was the slave quarters, the bed was so high, I needed a trampoline to get up on the thing and they didn’t have a foot stool to help. I managed. My nephew shared the cottage for one night, he was in the room that had bloomers decorating the walls. I asked him what he thought of that… he answered…”They didn’t fit”… he’s sixteen.” He is very funny. There was a clawfoot tub behind a curtain in his room and the bathroom was built to look like an out house. The Christmas fairy had a Santa clause decorations seizure in his room and a gingerbread one in mine. It made the whole trip surreal.
One of my cousins is a very lovely woman, whose mother is a full blooded Comanche. I talked her into teaching me a couple of cuss words in the native tongue. It required some coaxing, because she is very sweet and kept giving me other words, until I asked specifically for the words I wanted. Another one of my cousins is from a little town about an hour from where we were. He’s the fire chief, battalion chief and arson investigator. I was asking him how often he had to investigate arson in his little town and he told me it was more often then you’d suspect.
Last story, I promise. The rented car I drove for the trip had a Magellan. I have never used a GPS before and I’m totally thrilled to have gotten it for the trip down, because I was alone and there were many turn offs and twist and turns and that lady gave me a heads up for all of them. On the down, I picked up my sisters suitcase, she lives about an hour south of me and she hitched a ride with my brother down and drove back with me. I plugged in my destination and don’t ya know that it took me home, but bypassed her town and I had to drive south again to take her fanny home before the trip was finally done.
I know that is sounds weird, but that kind of thing seems to happen regularly. It is Saturn in my planets…Muuahahahah!
Rhianna
PS good news. I won the NOR award for Romantic Suspense Fall 2008 and came in second for Paranormal Romance for Shaking Off the Dust. *happy dance*
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas Eve
The family plans sort of fell through for the night. Instead of having someone to share the evening, I find myself alone and reflective. Sometimes that can be good, and sometimes it just gives me a headache. If I’m spending time thinking too hard, I always hope it’s on the current story I’m writing. That is not the case this evening.
It’s Christmas Eve, where are you in your life? There is a steep learning curve as we age. I’d like to think that it has made me an older, wiser woman to have traveled my own particular path through life. It was circuitous and an often tortuous journey at times, but it lead me to now. Here I am! Yea, I’m not impressed either. *delicate snort*
Aside from the usual complaints about being in debt and nothing of value to show for that, I am alright with where I am. Sure, I’d like to be living on the ocean front or on a large lake, river or mountain stream, but that is one of those dreams that you have and discover it’s great for a couple of weeks, but it’s hard to support the cost of exclusivity. Not that I’d turn you down if you offered me a condo for a month, all expenses paid in any of the above locations. My biggest issue is that I don’t have enough time to do all the important things in live.
I like equal parts work and relaxation, or what I like to call sleep. Yes, I include writing as working. It’s time consuming to craft the perfect sentence. Not that I’ve done that yet, but I keep trying and eventually it will turn up on a page. Most like by accident. I'm okay with that too.
At night, I lay down and start to plot my next scene and the next thing I know I’m turning off the alarm clock. The brilliant flashes seem to come while I’m driving back and forth to work or the grocery store. Why is that? It’s not like I will remember that great speech when I have a chance to write it down, and please don’t give me that sorry line about carrying around a digital recorder, because it’s not going to happen while I’m maneuvering through local traffic.
I have my moments though. I will start writing and it pours out of the pen or my fingertips to appear on paper. I will read it later and be amazed. It’s where I am in my life right now. I have a professional career in a field that I can always fall back on to support me but I want that time for something else. I hate having to give up sleeping time to write. Don’t you? My New Years resolutions is to organize my time better, and hope my thoughts will follow that behavior.
Another bit of good news. Shaking Off the Dust made the nominations for the CAPA awards at TRS. Samhain had a lot of nominations, which is always cool. I don’t know how any of these things get decided, but I thank everyone and anyone who enjoyed the book enough to consider it for nomination. Here’s the link.
http://theromancestudio.com/capa.php
Have an amazing Holiday. I’ll still be rambling on about some thing or other when they are over, so check back.
Rhianna
It’s Christmas Eve, where are you in your life? There is a steep learning curve as we age. I’d like to think that it has made me an older, wiser woman to have traveled my own particular path through life. It was circuitous and an often tortuous journey at times, but it lead me to now. Here I am! Yea, I’m not impressed either. *delicate snort*
Aside from the usual complaints about being in debt and nothing of value to show for that, I am alright with where I am. Sure, I’d like to be living on the ocean front or on a large lake, river or mountain stream, but that is one of those dreams that you have and discover it’s great for a couple of weeks, but it’s hard to support the cost of exclusivity. Not that I’d turn you down if you offered me a condo for a month, all expenses paid in any of the above locations. My biggest issue is that I don’t have enough time to do all the important things in live.
I like equal parts work and relaxation, or what I like to call sleep. Yes, I include writing as working. It’s time consuming to craft the perfect sentence. Not that I’ve done that yet, but I keep trying and eventually it will turn up on a page. Most like by accident. I'm okay with that too.
At night, I lay down and start to plot my next scene and the next thing I know I’m turning off the alarm clock. The brilliant flashes seem to come while I’m driving back and forth to work or the grocery store. Why is that? It’s not like I will remember that great speech when I have a chance to write it down, and please don’t give me that sorry line about carrying around a digital recorder, because it’s not going to happen while I’m maneuvering through local traffic.
I have my moments though. I will start writing and it pours out of the pen or my fingertips to appear on paper. I will read it later and be amazed. It’s where I am in my life right now. I have a professional career in a field that I can always fall back on to support me but I want that time for something else. I hate having to give up sleeping time to write. Don’t you? My New Years resolutions is to organize my time better, and hope my thoughts will follow that behavior.
Another bit of good news. Shaking Off the Dust made the nominations for the CAPA awards at TRS. Samhain had a lot of nominations, which is always cool. I don’t know how any of these things get decided, but I thank everyone and anyone who enjoyed the book enough to consider it for nomination. Here’s the link.
http://theromancestudio.com/capa.php
Have an amazing Holiday. I’ll still be rambling on about some thing or other when they are over, so check back.
Rhianna
Sunday, December 14, 2008
‘Tis the Season
I have been keeping both eyes open. There is so much going on in the world and in my life. I look at how our financial systems have bottomed out and wonder what the end product of all of this will be. Will it affect the diversity of the cars on the market? Will my 403 bounce back before I retire? Will I ever pay off my credit cards? How will this affect the way I live my life for the foreseeable future?
Is it the greed of a few that has finally come home to roost? Or is it just egg on their face for a while? There’s this part of me that thinks we should let them pay for their mistakes in business, just like the local store merchant does when he makes bad financial decisions. The sad thing is that it affects not only the hot shot chairman and board members; it affects every one of us to some degree.
Change comes in many ways. The world rotates and hurricanes crash through our man made world and shrieking winds laugh at what they cause to tumble. Can you imagine the first guy that saw the aftermath of a natural disaster and said…”That won’t happen again for fifty years, maybe I can make a buck insuring people against that happening in my life time.” You know, there is a person somewhere that can determine your worth. They can sit at a computer and using some mathematical program they can tell you how much money your life is worth.
So the question is what am I worth? At my day job, I am at the top of my pay scale. I could probably move to a larger city and make more money, or would the cost of living eat up the pay increase? I could live more frugally, but what would my life be worth to me then? I was raised in a society that said you start school at age five, and for twelve years you study to learn how to function and work to support ourselves. Then we spend our adult life working, hoping and praying that you find a job you like and loved ones along the way. Near the end of our lives we are allowed to retire, at which time we can do what ever we can afford, based on how well we saved our money along the way.
I write romance novels, do I rank higher on worth, or automatically get points taken off for distracting the working public with fiction? Are the stories that I write about the journeys people take because they didn’t have a job with retirement funds. How many of the world’s population live vicariously through books?
It’s a strange world that we live in, when several major companies collapse and every person in our country will feel its affects. (Okay, I know I’m rambling) I would rather have given the money to the car makers and taken it away from the banks. You have companies charging what were considered Loan Shark rates in the forties and fifties getting bailed out. The heart of matter is that these companies became greedy. And we as their customers allowed ourselves to be lured into the, “I want” mentality. Paying later, when I might have more money seems like a good idea when I want it now. They were the pied piper and we rushed to follow. They should fall over the cliff. At least that way all of us pay for the mistake.
I believe that our worth is in our own eyes. There are very few of us who define ourselves by how much money we make or have. If people must define themselves that way, I suspect it is a life empty of self worth. Don’t get me wrong, I want to live comfortable with money to do the extra things, but I don’t use money labels in deciding my worth.
Rhianna
I have been keeping both eyes open. There is so much going on in the world and in my life. I look at how our financial systems have bottomed out and wonder what the end product of all of this will be. Will it affect the diversity of the cars on the market? Will my 403 bounce back before I retire? Will I ever pay off my credit cards? How will this affect the way I live my life for the foreseeable future?
Is it the greed of a few that has finally come home to roost? Or is it just egg on their face for a while? There’s this part of me that thinks we should let them pay for their mistakes in business, just like the local store merchant does when he makes bad financial decisions. The sad thing is that it affects not only the hot shot chairman and board members; it affects every one of us to some degree.
Change comes in many ways. The world rotates and hurricanes crash through our man made world and shrieking winds laugh at what they cause to tumble. Can you imagine the first guy that saw the aftermath of a natural disaster and said…”That won’t happen again for fifty years, maybe I can make a buck insuring people against that happening in my life time.” You know, there is a person somewhere that can determine your worth. They can sit at a computer and using some mathematical program they can tell you how much money your life is worth.
So the question is what am I worth? At my day job, I am at the top of my pay scale. I could probably move to a larger city and make more money, or would the cost of living eat up the pay increase? I could live more frugally, but what would my life be worth to me then? I was raised in a society that said you start school at age five, and for twelve years you study to learn how to function and work to support ourselves. Then we spend our adult life working, hoping and praying that you find a job you like and loved ones along the way. Near the end of our lives we are allowed to retire, at which time we can do what ever we can afford, based on how well we saved our money along the way.
I write romance novels, do I rank higher on worth, or automatically get points taken off for distracting the working public with fiction? Are the stories that I write about the journeys people take because they didn’t have a job with retirement funds. How many of the world’s population live vicariously through books?
It’s a strange world that we live in, when several major companies collapse and every person in our country will feel its affects. (Okay, I know I’m rambling) I would rather have given the money to the car makers and taken it away from the banks. You have companies charging what were considered Loan Shark rates in the forties and fifties getting bailed out. The heart of matter is that these companies became greedy. And we as their customers allowed ourselves to be lured into the, “I want” mentality. Paying later, when I might have more money seems like a good idea when I want it now. They were the pied piper and we rushed to follow. They should fall over the cliff. At least that way all of us pay for the mistake.
I believe that our worth is in our own eyes. There are very few of us who define ourselves by how much money we make or have. If people must define themselves that way, I suspect it is a life empty of self worth. Don’t get me wrong, I want to live comfortable with money to do the extra things, but I don’t use money labels in deciding my worth.
Rhianna
Sunday, December 7, 2008
My First Book Signing
I’m grinning today. I had my first book signing and I was pleased with how it went. I had visions of a lonely long wait with a few books in front of me and no one caring. It helps that it was local and I have a friends and family that thought it was a very cool thing to happen.
The place was the local Barnes and Nobles and I set it up about two months ago, though I contacted them in august to make sure they would be carrying the book. It’s the little details that can help. I stopped by the bookstore several times, but in the end it was all by email. My contact there, who is the community liaison, gave me her card initially and when I kept missing her, I finally emailed. My first impression...I personally think that she was planning to get a couple of books and do a signing, but as a debut author she really wasn’t excited or enthusiastic. As a matter of fact, there were three book signings going on at the same time as mine in different genres. Which sort of signified the importance she placed on my novel.
I had scheduled to have my hair cut, colored and highlighted early in the day, so that it was looking fine for signing. I love my hair stylist. She is wonderful, but her idea of hair with volume and mine are slightly different. She had my hair in a style I don’t normally wear, pumped up on steroids. I warned her that I would be putting a comb through it when I left, so she brought it down some. I know I was driving her nuts, but heck it was my day. I only combed it twice before getting to the signing, and it did look fabulous. Thanks Krystal!
Trouble was that I scheduled a 1030 appt and didn’t get out until 1pm. My family tried to cut in line in front of me with my girl Krystal and made me run late. I rushed to my sisters with my change in clothes to find a large lunch ready with family and a bottle of Champagne opened and a toast. This was very touching to me, but I was also stressing because I had to be there at 2pm and still needed to put on makeup, change and get there. Needless to say, I managed to walk into the bookstore at 2:01. On the first floor was the ex congress man with a line of elder people waiting to get their book. Next to him was the Liaison woman, who really is a nice lady. She sent me to the top of the escalator where the romances are stocked and there was a table with my books all over it and a sign.
I’ve been reading where several authors’ recommend what you need for a books signing, so I brought some of my promo materials, bookmarks and some cool little coasters I’d made for the Lori Foster’s get together. I got this wonderful gift last Christmas from my niece, which was an engraved pen with my Pen name. (LOL) I loved it! I also had a 17 by 11 cover art blown up and put on a board and brought that with a stand. I sat down pulled out my few things and started smiling. When the Liaison came up to me a few minutes later, she told me that my book had been selling like hot cakes and she had another box of books she could bring out if I went through what was in front of me. I have to tell you that was very nice to hear.
My family came around and added moral support, but quite a few of my coworkers and friends came with books they’d already bought to have signed and then more came to buy books, almost all of them buying more than one book. I sold all of the ones on the table and then several of the new ones put out. It was more than that. People came and we were telling stories and laughing. So much so that people came up just to see what the excitement was about. One of the store workers said that my line wasn’t as long as the congressman’s, but we were a much happier group. When it was over I felt like it was a success, so did the bookstore.
One of my friends came by and started telling people how she knew she would read the book because it was mine and figured it was okay since it got published, but had no idea that it would ROCK! You can see why we were all laughing. Those kind of comments make my day. It was a good day. I felt like an author.
Rhianna Samuels
The place was the local Barnes and Nobles and I set it up about two months ago, though I contacted them in august to make sure they would be carrying the book. It’s the little details that can help. I stopped by the bookstore several times, but in the end it was all by email. My contact there, who is the community liaison, gave me her card initially and when I kept missing her, I finally emailed. My first impression...I personally think that she was planning to get a couple of books and do a signing, but as a debut author she really wasn’t excited or enthusiastic. As a matter of fact, there were three book signings going on at the same time as mine in different genres. Which sort of signified the importance she placed on my novel.
I had scheduled to have my hair cut, colored and highlighted early in the day, so that it was looking fine for signing. I love my hair stylist. She is wonderful, but her idea of hair with volume and mine are slightly different. She had my hair in a style I don’t normally wear, pumped up on steroids. I warned her that I would be putting a comb through it when I left, so she brought it down some. I know I was driving her nuts, but heck it was my day. I only combed it twice before getting to the signing, and it did look fabulous. Thanks Krystal!
Trouble was that I scheduled a 1030 appt and didn’t get out until 1pm. My family tried to cut in line in front of me with my girl Krystal and made me run late. I rushed to my sisters with my change in clothes to find a large lunch ready with family and a bottle of Champagne opened and a toast. This was very touching to me, but I was also stressing because I had to be there at 2pm and still needed to put on makeup, change and get there. Needless to say, I managed to walk into the bookstore at 2:01. On the first floor was the ex congress man with a line of elder people waiting to get their book. Next to him was the Liaison woman, who really is a nice lady. She sent me to the top of the escalator where the romances are stocked and there was a table with my books all over it and a sign.
I’ve been reading where several authors’ recommend what you need for a books signing, so I brought some of my promo materials, bookmarks and some cool little coasters I’d made for the Lori Foster’s get together. I got this wonderful gift last Christmas from my niece, which was an engraved pen with my Pen name. (LOL) I loved it! I also had a 17 by 11 cover art blown up and put on a board and brought that with a stand. I sat down pulled out my few things and started smiling. When the Liaison came up to me a few minutes later, she told me that my book had been selling like hot cakes and she had another box of books she could bring out if I went through what was in front of me. I have to tell you that was very nice to hear.
My family came around and added moral support, but quite a few of my coworkers and friends came with books they’d already bought to have signed and then more came to buy books, almost all of them buying more than one book. I sold all of the ones on the table and then several of the new ones put out. It was more than that. People came and we were telling stories and laughing. So much so that people came up just to see what the excitement was about. One of the store workers said that my line wasn’t as long as the congressman’s, but we were a much happier group. When it was over I felt like it was a success, so did the bookstore.
One of my friends came by and started telling people how she knew she would read the book because it was mine and figured it was okay since it got published, but had no idea that it would ROCK! You can see why we were all laughing. Those kind of comments make my day. It was a good day. I felt like an author.
Rhianna Samuels
Friday, November 28, 2008
The want, but don't need Christmas list
Thanksgiving has come and gone. It was a big dinner for a small group this year, but delicious none the less. I had many things to be thankful for, and I am. It is easy to take for granted what we have in our lives. I have two things that make my existence remarkable: first is my family, who are funny, bright and supportive in all things: The second is… I am not in the best shape of my life, but nor am I ill or infirm and that is a great blessing.
Today begins the count down to Christmas, so here I list the items I want, but can’t afford for Christmas. It’s a silly list of things that I think I want, but not enough to save the money to buy.
The Over-budget and dollar-short list.
1. I want, but don’t really need an E-book reader. Not the inexpensive one I can afford. No, the one I want is possibly not made yet. It’s kindle sized, back lit, but takes any format, so I can find the book from any bookstore site and download.
I tell myself that I really have no choice in this item. I am out of books space now. I have become the book-lender to my friends and part of the reason is to keep a number of books circulating so there is space on my shelf for the TBR pile. The dust is collecting and an E-reader could solve those problems for me. It wouldn’t stop me buying those must reads, but the throw away stack would be more reasonable.
2. I want, but don’t need, a new laptop. I want a small portable one, like a MAC or just one that is portable. I have a labtop, it’s several years old, but I bought a 17 inch screen and it is not portable. Even finding a travel bag for it is difficult. I love the large screen, but I don’t utilize it the way I thought I would. (See, aren’t I good at coming up with reasonable excuses on why I should have this item.) I would need a better wireless system in my home. The one I have is not working, so I am tied to the cord and it makes mobility difficult. I can lug the thing to a café, but I don’t because it is more work than I want to deal with.
3. I need a new DVD/VCR recorder. Mine is acting up and I was not able to record True Blood the way I wanted too. But, what I really want is a blue ray DVD player recorder system. The DVR is cool, but I can’t turn my friends and family on to a new show when they don’t get a sample of it
4. I need a comfortable chair. Yes, yes, I have complained about this time and again. I have bought two new chairs. You know what…you don’t know if it’s going to be comfortable unless you sit your ass in it for a few days straight. I thought I bought a comfortable chair. I was delusional at the time. It is the most miserable POS I have every had the misfortune to sit my fanny upon. I want the lazy boy, the medium sized, not the over large one. Or one of those deluxe massager things. I don’t care as long as it’s comfortable.
I want, I want, I want….there is a theme here.
5. I want, but don’t need, a eighty gig IPOD. That would be fun, though my issue is that I am deaf in one ear, so I don’t like not being able to hear anything but the music. Once something is in my only hearing side, I don’t hear anything else. So, I’ve always debated on this one. I mostly listen to music in my car and it would be fun to plug in there.
6. Of course that would require a much better car than I have….Hehehe!
7. I need a two week long vacation somewhere quiet and beautiful, where I will not worry about anything but writing.
8. The CD player in my car went out just today. It won’t take my disc. This is a great loss for me, especially now, because I love to play Christmas music. And if I need to replace the system, it might as well be one I can’t really afford, something deluxe with an IPOD plug in port. More likely I will be listening to a lot of radio.
9. As long as I’m listing things I don’t need, but want. A Wii system and exercise program would be fun and perhaps beneficial.
10. This last one I’m saving for you to choose what you’d love to have for Christmas, but really need.
Rhianna Samuels
Today begins the count down to Christmas, so here I list the items I want, but can’t afford for Christmas. It’s a silly list of things that I think I want, but not enough to save the money to buy.
The Over-budget and dollar-short list.
1. I want, but don’t really need an E-book reader. Not the inexpensive one I can afford. No, the one I want is possibly not made yet. It’s kindle sized, back lit, but takes any format, so I can find the book from any bookstore site and download.
I tell myself that I really have no choice in this item. I am out of books space now. I have become the book-lender to my friends and part of the reason is to keep a number of books circulating so there is space on my shelf for the TBR pile. The dust is collecting and an E-reader could solve those problems for me. It wouldn’t stop me buying those must reads, but the throw away stack would be more reasonable.
2. I want, but don’t need, a new laptop. I want a small portable one, like a MAC or just one that is portable. I have a labtop, it’s several years old, but I bought a 17 inch screen and it is not portable. Even finding a travel bag for it is difficult. I love the large screen, but I don’t utilize it the way I thought I would. (See, aren’t I good at coming up with reasonable excuses on why I should have this item.) I would need a better wireless system in my home. The one I have is not working, so I am tied to the cord and it makes mobility difficult. I can lug the thing to a café, but I don’t because it is more work than I want to deal with.
3. I need a new DVD/VCR recorder. Mine is acting up and I was not able to record True Blood the way I wanted too. But, what I really want is a blue ray DVD player recorder system. The DVR is cool, but I can’t turn my friends and family on to a new show when they don’t get a sample of it
4. I need a comfortable chair. Yes, yes, I have complained about this time and again. I have bought two new chairs. You know what…you don’t know if it’s going to be comfortable unless you sit your ass in it for a few days straight. I thought I bought a comfortable chair. I was delusional at the time. It is the most miserable POS I have every had the misfortune to sit my fanny upon. I want the lazy boy, the medium sized, not the over large one. Or one of those deluxe massager things. I don’t care as long as it’s comfortable.
I want, I want, I want….there is a theme here.
5. I want, but don’t need, a eighty gig IPOD. That would be fun, though my issue is that I am deaf in one ear, so I don’t like not being able to hear anything but the music. Once something is in my only hearing side, I don’t hear anything else. So, I’ve always debated on this one. I mostly listen to music in my car and it would be fun to plug in there.
6. Of course that would require a much better car than I have….Hehehe!
7. I need a two week long vacation somewhere quiet and beautiful, where I will not worry about anything but writing.
8. The CD player in my car went out just today. It won’t take my disc. This is a great loss for me, especially now, because I love to play Christmas music. And if I need to replace the system, it might as well be one I can’t really afford, something deluxe with an IPOD plug in port. More likely I will be listening to a lot of radio.
9. As long as I’m listing things I don’t need, but want. A Wii system and exercise program would be fun and perhaps beneficial.
10. This last one I’m saving for you to choose what you’d love to have for Christmas, but really need.
Rhianna Samuels
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