Masks Off – Gasp She’s A Girly Girl

A bit late in a Daily Post prompt, but I read Kat’s and loved it and wanted to write my own. The prompt was Masks Off

Who am I?  Do I show my true self in life?  Sometimes I wonder as I make my way

And I'll keep posting this because it's true!

And I’ll keep posting this because it’s true!

through life and interact with the public, friends, family, and at home.

I joked with someone recently that I don’t swear in public because I have this persona I’m trying to keep up, in which case this person replied “Oh, street cred.”  That is completely it. In public I am the good girl. The girl that might be a bit prissy but mothers love. I love to be polite and kind and well dressed, even if I’m in just jeans and a t-shirt.

But that is who I am really. At home I might swear a bit more than I should.  I know, Boris, you don’t like me swearing.  Sometimes certain words just get my point across just right, though I never use the ‘F’ word or the ‘C’ word or any combination of those nasty things. I totally get a lady should talk like a lady.

With friends I’m more apt to say what I think. With family, I tend to say whatever I think. With the public…. I’m terribly, horribly diplomatic. Almost too much.

But who am I?  I am that super girly girl who has painted nails and jewelry on all the time. I wear high heels and love it. I wear frilly dresses and have my hair just so. I have a book in one hand and a cup of coffee (always coffee) in the other. Picture upper class priss.  That’s my inner me.

I don’t get to be that me very often. The most I can do is have the nails painted, the heels on, and the book in one hand… I get comments if I wear low heels, shorts and have scarf around my neck. Because I live where that is super dressed up. (not in my mind, but well, ranching community)

I would my true self in public. I like that aspect. I like being ultra feminine and girly. I would if I could. This is how you would see me if I lived in the city and did not have to worry about mud and dirt and no sidewalks and funky houses and growing and farm animals.

Most people wouldn’t get this about me, but I just think that Boris’s statement that I am a princess,  is pretty accurate.

And I’m okay with that.  (oh, pardon a glasses wearing princess. I happen to adore my glasses.)

Kisses, dearies.

Signing off
Kate

Hey you, did you know I am writing about you?

Hey you! Yes you. No, not you reading this blog, I’m talking to the people who I base my characters off of. Colin O’Donoghue, did you know you are my lead male in a romance I’m writing?  Martin Freeman, did you know you are part of the love triangle that involves Colin?  (FYI, you don’t win, sorry) Tyler Hubbard of FGL, you are a lead male too.  Ladies? You are all models from clothing catalogs I love. You wear fashion like there’s no tomorrow.

What am I getting at here?  I’m talking about having a model for my characters I write about. Just recently I’ve added two to my list of people for characters. The interesting thing is, as you can see from my above list, all my characters are not ‘real’ people. By that I mean, they are actors and not someone I interact with on a regular daily basis. The newest edition to this list is the singer Mika. I first heard about him when I found his song “Big Girl (You are Beautiful)”, then he wore this most glamorous dark blue velvet suit on Dancing With The Stars singing “Popular” with Ariana Grande. That right there kind of cinched it. (I really thought he looked quite cute in that blue suit). And recently I’ve just taken to listening to more of his music and I really like it.

And I need to have him as one of my characters! I can so see him being this super cool best friend to one of my gals. Like Phaedra who lives in SanFran and is a photographer. Or Mia who works in a book store. Or Kate (who is not me and I had her as Alyssa but I don’t like that name so she’s back to ‘Kate’ till I can come up with something better) who is a hotel manager’s personal assistant.  I just need to use him.

So, while all of my character models listed are not people I know, I do have to add that I just told writer Shawn Bird  that I just have to base a character off of her. Check out her blog and look at that super cool, edgy picture she has! I love her hair! That blond, blue and purple  is just rocker chic and I just know that I could come up with something great about that, right? The thing about this, Shawn wrote back and said “That’s funny. I’m used to turning people into characters, not to be turned into one myself! ;-)”shawn bird tweetWow, I’d never thought about how strange it would be know someone was basing a character after you. I don’t know of anyone who would write about me, and I wonder if I would want to know? I had never thought about this because I’m always ‘borrowing’ people from life for my novels. We’ve all done it right?

Well, I have two other people in my life that I have as characters. Calvin, my first crush when I was 5 and my ideal ‘man’ for years, is the hero of “Kate’s” book.  Then there is Mimi. Mimi has become Coco in my Phaedra novel. She is this voluptuous, sassy, curvaceous, redhead that owns a flower shop and she’s just super cool. Hey Mim’s, did you know you were a character? Well you do now!

So, while I stick with mostly famous people, watch out, bloggers. Someday I just might write about you.

Okay, so readers, do you use people in your life as character models? Do you stick with famous people or do you write about that somebody you saw at the coffee shop or bookstore, or market? How do you get your characters?

I really want to know. So comment below and I can’t wait to see how you create your characters.

Signing off

Kate

Life Goes On

sochi  After two weeks plus of winter Olympics, I’m at a loss.  The world means just a little less to me and there is nothing to look forward to.  Life goes on.

Okay, that might be a bit dramatic, but honestly, after filling each night with sports for over a two week period, it just seems a little empty without all that drama.  I really got hooked into the Olympics this year. Not that I don’t every time they come around, but it seems like this time I was really focused on all the events.  I cut out some of my regularly scheduled watching for certain things like speed skating, which I normally love, to watching much more alpine events.  And curling. I have watched a fair amount of curling, though definitely not enough to what I would like to watch.curling-sochi-triangle-e1392306863656

I got hooked on curling with the Salt Lake City or maybe Torino games.  I was taping them in the middle of the night and watching them with my dad.  I got hooked on curling.  I only remember to really focus on it ever four years, but when I do, watch out, you are gonna hear about it.

I have gotten my sister to like watching the three hour games, and she will watch them as she folds laundry.  And I show great moves to my father, and try to explain the game to my mom, and wonder why everyone says the game is so hard to understand.  It has got to be the most simple thing to get.  It blows my mind that people don’t understand, and my only take on it is, they don’t really want to.

Sochi-Olympics-Curling-Men-1I have learned all the things I know about curling, rules, lingo, etc, from watching the games. I can explain what the hammer is, the button, a freeze, shot rock, the skip, and I can know where a rock/stone needs to be placed just from the set up.  And I don’t even take a serious look at the game. I just watch it.

Kind of how l learned how tennis was played. I watched it.

It surprises me how little people pay attention to things.  They go along in life saying, “I don’t understand that, or this”, but they never actually take the time to even try.  They are so wrapped up in their own thing that it becomes a cop out.

Yes, I am ranting.

Ted Ligety Sochi 2014

Ted Ligety Sochi 2014

Anyways, the games are over. I loved all of it. Ted Ligety (Split) was one of the most exciting gold medals to see, along with Erin Hamlin and Davis and White.  And Andrew Weibrecht winning silver. All so exciting to see.  I was supremely disappointed with how lousy our two curling teams were.  I saw mistakes everywhere and I do not play the game. I was highly impressed with the Canadian teams and honestly, USA needs to take a few (or more) pointers from them.  We sucked.

Well, the games were great. I can’t wait for South Korea.  And now back to the semi final round of curling with Canada and China, then the gold medal round.  I still have them dvr’ed and I am going to be watching them.  I know, I’m strange.

Signing off

~Kate

How I Pick My Superbowl Team

Anyone that knows me knows I do not watch football.  Fortunately my father is not a football fan and he really could care less about the game at all.  In fact, any football that is watched in this household comes from either me or my sister that want to watch a game.  That being said, I do make concessions for the Superbowl.  I will watch that game and I have enjoyed a couple years where the plays were good.  Though, until yesterday, I hadn’t actually ever watched the whole game.  So, clearly, I am not a huge football fan.

And if I watch a game, I have to pick a side I’m going to cheer for.  It’s too confusing to cheer for both sides.

Here is my strategy.

Do I like the colors?  Yep, I’m superficial. I choose teams by colors. When I don’t like either of the colors of either team, I pick the least offensive colors.  Really scientific. Terribly girly.

Has the team won the Superbowl recently?  If one team playing won  most recently, I will not root for you. You have to be a team that hasn’t won in a while.

Do you have a good name?  I don’t like certain team names. Partly because of association. Just because my family is from the Bay Area does not mean I will ever root for the Raiders. Sorry, but they go against every bone in my body.

And are you the Cowboys?  Don’t judge, but that is my ‘official’ team when I pick a team to cheer for. Is it for any logical reason?  Nope. I just like the colors and the cheerleaders.

But I’m thinking of changing my team.  But I’ll come back to that.

Here is how I picked my team this year.  It was an iffy choice.  Seahawks because my mother is from Washington, her friend was cheering for them because she’s from Washington, and I like the colors.  My cons were Sherman, not that I had actually see what his comments were. I just knew there was a controversy.

Then the Broncos.  I used to live in Colorado, and come on, don’t you have to cheer for a Manning brother?  Isn’t it like a prerequisite to cheer for one of the Manning brothers?  Cons, I hate the colors. I hate the term bronco, and  I never liked John Elway.

Well, I ended up cheering for the Seahawks because their plays were so incredible and they seemed like a better team.  It wasn’t until halfway through that I found out they had never won the Superbowl. That sealed the deal.  They were the decided underdog. I now had my team.

It doesn’t hurt that this game was one of the best games I have ever seen. I was shocked at Peyton Manning because, isn’t he supposed to be like one of the best QB’s ever?  Well, I was quite impressed with Russell Wilson and I really enjoyed that game.

And I think I may have my new team. I never thought I would move on from the Cowboys…. Not that I like them, but I just couldn’t get behind any other team.  I think maybe I now have a reason. No, I’m still not going to watch any more games other than the Superbowl.  Or the Rose Bowl, like I did this year, but hey, it’s fun to have a team.

Signing off,

~Kate

Do You Really Want To Claim That Picture As Your Own?

So, usually I’m not one to get to irritated with people online, but this is not one of those times.

There has been a lot of debate regarding photo rights and what people can use online.  Most bloggers I know of, especially those from Tumblr, use whatever image they want with little regard for sources.  While technically just adding in a source is not the correct way of using images, it’s more proper than just claiming something as your own.

Even I’m guilty of using images that are not my own.  However, I usually try to link to the original site where I found the image, and if there is a credit, I will include it. The only time I do not use certain images is when they are specifically from a photographer with their name on it. Most of the pictures out there I find it hard to know who the original source is, so I can’t label it.

Just this week, I was on Tumblr and I found a really nice background of Colin O’Donoghue and Jennifer Morrison sharing the infamous Captain Swan kiss that has set the fandom all in a marvelous tizzy.  It was posted as the background of the blog  Because You Didn’t See This Coming…

I loved the image, and I am going to include it with this post so you can see. A charming wintery background, and then the couple kissing.  So, I posted it on Tumblr, crediting the site I found it on, though I figured well, the image could have come from anywhere.

CS winter kiss.

The edited version from the original

Not two hours later, I received a message from the blogger asking me to take down ‘her’ image. Well, technically, it is polite to remove an image if it isn’t your own and the ‘owner’ wants it down.  So, I removed the image and apologized profusely for upsetting the person.  The reply I got was this.

“If you want to promo me, you can just explain my blog and link it. But thank you for removing it when I asked. No worries. I’ve dealt with assholes in the past, thus why I got really mad, but it’s fine now!”

Okay, fine. Whatever. I went on my merry way.

Until the next morning.

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The Original Image

See, it’s all fine and good to say you have created an image and it is yours, if it actually is yours.  However, when you take an image from the internet of say, a famous couple kissing, and edit it and add a background, I’m sorry, but that original image is not yours.  Did you ask for permission to use it and edit it?  In this instance, did you contact the ABC network and the producers and photographers of Once Upon A Time and ask them if you could use the image?  If not, then you are breaking all the copyright and image rules out there.

You do not own public images like this unless you are the photographer.  So, I can just take that image, and edit it a bit, and call it my own.  In fact here, let’s just do that.   Oh my, look at that.  It’s not the same, but look at the couple, well they are still what was the original.  I’m going to call this my own.  And I’m sorry, but no one can use it without my permission.

My edited version of the edited version.  (Oh and Merry Christmas CSers and Oncers)

My edited version of the edited version. (Oh and Merry Christmas CSers and Oncers)

I think that sounds right. Don’t you?  See how ridiculous that is?  These images out there are corrupted and edited by thousands of fan girls.  Then they get upset if said image is posted without their consent, but I’m sorry, they do not own the original image and cannot claim it’s theirs.

Now, I’m not one to get on a soap box, but I think there are times when I need to speak up. I give this a warning to people who blog and ‘edit’ pictures.  Unless the image is one you took with your own camera, you cannot claim it is yours just because you edited it a bit.  Editing is easy now. Anyone can do it.  I’ve just proven that. It is impossible to call something yours, if you have no rights to it.

Signing off
~Kate

Throwing Three Prompts Into My Life

Okay WordPressers, I am going to throw three The Daily Post prompts into one post.  Why, you ask?  Well, honestly it’s because they all seem to fit together, at least for my state of mind.  That might mean I’m a little off my rocker, but I think I am allowed that. I am

  1. a female. I can do whatever I want, right? (not really, but it’s my prerogative) AND
  2. I met a guy.  That pretty much throws common sense out of the window at any given point. So please bear with me.

First prompt was No Fair.

I don’t think it’s very fair to meet an incredible guy, only to have said guy tell you that you will make some guy very happy someday.  Especially when you have just clicked with ‘this’ guy and by clicked, I mean really clicked.  Then to have the guy leave.

I am a very single girl woman living where there supply of decent, eligible, marriageable men is severely limited. I mean, severely.  I can probably count on one hand the men I know that are somewhat in this category.  The rest of the men my age are either married themselves or are in the sketchy category.  So, when a charming man who is single, has a good job (a really good job) is a marvelous flirt and a brilliant kisser, comes into your life, you kind of want to hold onto said guy.  It’s not fair to have him up and leave.

Okay, yes, he is hiking the PCT.  He does only have two weeks of vacation left before he has to get back to work at a hospital in Portland, Oregon (can I hear a luxurious sigh, because that’s what I did). He does have family to visit. The weather is not holding out.  But come on.  Pretty girl. Interested pretty girl.  Couldn’t you stay? Like one day longer?  Especially when you have had one incredible evening?  Fair. Ha!

Second prompt. Standstill (and this is not in the exact order that they have been in because I have to fit the non sequitur into the last paragraph)

Oh if I could bring time to a standstill.  I know the ‘rules were for today, but the heck with today. I wish I could make that evening stand still for hours longer.  Five hours was not enough time.  I could just replay it over and over for much longer.

I sometimes wish I could have that standstill moment when important things happen.  So that you can really savor the time and the circumstances.  I would make everything last just a little bit longer.  Heck, if I couldn’t have that time stop, at least slow down.  Time flies too fast for me and nothing ever lasts as long as I want.  An amazing evening with an amazing guy not withstanding.

Last prompt. Non Sequitur.

He tried to hit me with a forklift!   Not really, but I feel like I’ve been at least run over and in the process he took half my heart.  (yes, I realize this prompt does not even closely resemble not being related because I made it relate, but honestly, who talks like that? What I mean is, no one ever says he tried to hit me with a forklift, when they are talking about being struck by something)  So now I’m hoping to either have kept a part of his heart, or at least if not that, he will give back mine at some point.  Right now, he gladly has my heart, not that he really knows, and hopefully while he’s still hiking up to Ashland, OR, it’s keeping him warm at night. (we are getting snow down to the 5K ft. line.  brr.)

And I’m breaking the above prompt because here’s one more paragraph.  Connections you make with people are funny sometimes.  You never know when you are going to just click with someone, and sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.  And you don’t know if you are both clicking or if it’s just one of you.  I like to think that we both clicked, but only time will tell.  Do you all care what way it goes?  Probably not, but that’s okay because this is my minor decompressing and also a chance to try relating three prompts.  I thought it kind of fun.

Signing off

~Kate

It Was The Accent — Flash Fiction

The Scot lounged back in his chair, his glass of beer poised at his mouth.  “The ladies used to flock to me and I could never figure out why,” he mused modestly.

She arched a brow in his direction, surprised he had such an unfocused view of himself.

“You do know it was the accent,” she stated so casually, as if her words were an aside thought, that for a moment she thought he hadn’t heard her.  She had taken two sips of her drink before he finally answered.

“No, that can’t be what it was,” he said, a bit of a question lilting up the end of his statement.

“Trust me.  It was the accent.  Women go for the brogue,” then she laughed at her slight rhyme.

He laughed slightly, hesitantly, still disbelieving her.  He settled back into his chair a bit more, contemplating and wondering if she was right.  He’d have to think on it more, but she had a knowing look in her eye.

“What?” he asked.

“I like the brogue.  I could listen to you all day. Why else do you think I’m sitting here having a beer with you for no apparent reason?”

 

There is a man I know, a very, very charming Scotsman who was a part of our community for ages it seemed.  He has since left and been gone for three years.  Just last Friday he came back for a very short visit and I got to see him.  It was like he hadn’t been gone at all.  I once had a conversation with him about how all the girls at, I think Stanford, flocked to him and he wasn’t sure why. (he was in his lat 40’s to 50’s)  I looked at him and said ‘You do know it was the accent.’  I don’t think he believed me, but honestly, if you heard this man tell stories, joke and flirt with you, you would understand.  His accent is incredible and he uses it to his advantage.   Hearing him say ‘It’s good to see you, dearie’ is quite remarkable. And he did say that to me when I saw him last week along with giving me a very nice long hug then he spat out some random Gaelic saying how beautiful everything was. A feast for the ears.

He has now left our town, and I wonder if I will ever see him again.  Charming man.  Charming accent.  Trust me, it is definitely the accent.

Well, Doughan is kind of just charming himself.

Signing off

~Kate

Secrets

We all have secrets we keep; secrets that are tame to outright ‘oh my gosh I hope no one ever finds out about that’.  Secrets reside in the darkest parts of our mind.  We guard them, holding onto them so tightly that sometimes one never knows we have them.  They are under lock and key, and it is only a select few that ever get to see some of those secrets.  We only share those innermost secrets with someone we trust.

I wonder what would happen though if people knew your secrets?  I only wondered this today after watching a bit of The Mentalist where LaRoche has a secret hidden in his safe inside of a tupperware container.  No one is supposed to know about this secret he keeps, and when the container is stolen, he thinks Patrick Jane knows what’s inside.  This secret could ruin LaRoche supposedly.

It made me wonder what would happen if someone found out a secret I keep.  Would it destroy me?  I suppose it all depends on the secrets we keep.  There are things we keep secret for the sake of a surprise, I.E. a present.  Those are innocuous.  They won’t hurt anyone.  Sure, it might take the oomph out of the surprise if they are found out, but it’s nothing that will do damage.

However, we all keep secrets that could hurt either us in the long run, or someone else.  And if all our secrets were found out, what then?  Because, we would all be on even ground, so to speak.

There is a chapter of The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen, where all the women at the society meeting start spitting out their secrets.  They can’t keep them in.  And the secrets are shocking, and hurtful.  They are about themselves or about others.  It does damage.

This is just a thought I had today.  Nothing in particular other than, what would happen if someone found out your secrets.  Would you be destroyed?

Food for thought.

Signing off

~Kate

Boston – A Moment of Silence

Boston skyline looking west with Boston Harbor in the foreground

Boston skyline looking west with Boston Harbor in the foreground

It’s Monday, at 2:49pm in Boston, Massachusetts.  One week ago our country changed again.  It was the first terrorist attack on our soil since 9/11.  Still in shock, we wait to hear what will happen to the surviving terrorist. We wait for answers. We wait for loved ones to heal.

I ask all of my readers, near and far to take a moment in silence and prayer for the survivors and families of the bombings.  I can’t convey in words or thoughts my views on this, nor do I feel it necessary.  But I do think it important to remember those we lost, those we still have, and those who will need us to lean on.

If you can, find something to help with the healing. Whatever it is you can do, do it.  This week I am going to be donating blood with the Red Cross.  While my little donation is nothing in the scope of things, every little bit we do, helps.

Again, a moment of silence to remember those we lost.  Krystle Campbell, Lü Lingzi, Martin Richard, and Sean Collier.  I also ask you to remember the other 183 civilians who were injured.

Thank you.

Signing off

~Kate