tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71372217478725641472012-02-17T08:36:02.070-05:00Why "The REALLY Real Curious Crow"? Because I've been "The Curious Crow" since 1999, when I began crafting one-of-a-kind soft-sculptures. Yet, despite over 10 years of a web presence, there seem to be more "Curious Crow[s]" popping up all the time. Antique dealers, bloggers, painters, tchotchkes pushers, and gamers seem to gravitate to my handle without the good college-try of Googling. Accept no substitutes--do they have crow tracks tattooed on their foot? I do!. ;)The REALLY Real Curious Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03540879407267148397noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137221747872564147.post-50836482868465740642012-01-30T13:24:00.004-05:002012-01-30T13:32:40.073-05:00

I can front and say it's for my daughter, Jack White's biggest fan, but it's for me.  When the widget loads below, click it, and it'll spin like a record, baby.  Enjoy! "Love Interruption" from the upcoming debut album, "Blunderbuss."  I know we're looking for it over here!

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20 years (and now a few months, since I took this post out of the draft back burner).  That's how long it's been since I graduated high school.  Reunion pictures circulating on Facebook, from the two high schools I went to, prove it.  Yet when the grocery shopping, bill paying and preteen raising duties are not weighing on me--like when I'm in my car with the sunroof open and the music

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Here's a peek (but just a little one) of how Autumn and the turning leaves of the east coast have inspired me when I'm not writing novel #2.  :) http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Curious-Crow/187779446295 Come visit me on Facebook!  Feel free to show me some "Like" while you're there! Then head to the website and see all my girls! www.thecuriouscrow.com *I know I haven't written here in

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September 18.  A year ago today, I was both gutted and given a gift, all in one day.  My dad died last September 18th. But he waited for me to get to him, and he looked at me, and he smiled when I walked in the room.  For an entire year, my heart has flooded on me when I'm not expecting it--made my throat close and tears surprise me...but there is also laughter that breaks through when I think of

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My first Father’s Day without my dad is coming.  I’ve been thinking about that, off and on, since Mother’s Day.  The thing is that the 18th of each month, for me, is lived a little differently since last September—there’s a subconscious sadness to that day, and about halfway through, I take note of the calendar, and I understand why.  Halloween (he was always the one to take me

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I'm about to date myself here, but I tend to do that often--once more won't kill me.  Back when Lee Press-On Nails first came out, I was a seventh grader with a bad hairdo, braces, and a want to be beautiful...or at least win the heart of a certain boy who, looking back, didn't deserve mine (not that he wanted it).  I'd discovered make-up, specifically, "Faded Denim" eyeshadow and a tube of

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I don't listen to the radio, so Disney/Nick channel is going to have to do. ;)  I've been through repetitive songs by Big Time Rush (I tease Air with killer dance moves), the Jonas Brothers (with Air completely mocking them and/or making gagging noises), numerous Selena Gomez tunes (I mimic some of her signature singing poses--and give them names--to make Air laugh), and currently a song from

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This seems to be a song that I loved in my mind and built up to greatness, because once I heard it again, years later, I really wondered what had been wrong with me for the years I touted its awesomeness.  I heard it only one time on MTV's 120 Minutes, back when Dave Kendall was the producer (ha!  Remember him, Mom?), and something about it got into my head and turned it into something of

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No one knows me better than my husband of almost 17 years, so I suppose it's fitting that the song that describes me comes from a place of what I am through his eyes.  We've spent almost half of our lives together and grown alongside one another, and he sees me through more forgiving eyes than I see myself. "Everything" by Alanis Morissette

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Brian is sitting here on the couch, trying to help me come up with something that would surprise anyone.  Actually, he's *saying* he's trying to be helpful; in reality, he's trying to antagonize me, so really, I'm on my own.  Air recommended something by Johnny Cash, but would that surprise anyone, since Brian and I had her recognizing Cash by the time she was 2 years old?  I do have closeted

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So on the heels of yesterday's post, I look like a big ol' fat hypocrite, but there's a reason I like this one--really!  "Womanizer" by Britney Spears--(Forgive me for not posting the nakey video.)  This one made it onto my playlist for Degrees, all because of a specific scene when Ethan does a lip synch in the final days of his senior year...I ended up liking it.  shhhh.

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Seriously?  I'm trying to think of reasons for putting up a song from a band I hate...I'm also trying to think of a band I truly can't stand enough to say that I hate it.  IDK.  Wait, yes I do, though she's not "a band."  Ke$ha. I can't stand the message she puts out there, especially when it's mostly preteen and teen girls, who are trying to figure out how to "be" in the world, doing the

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Hmmm...I wonder what my favorite band could be?  I'm choosing a fun one for this one, off Remy Zero's second album, Villa Elaine; this one is also on the Stigmata soundtrack. "Gramarye" by Remy Zero--I once asked Shelby what was up with the shoes in this vid.  He said it was someone's idea to represent Marilyn Monroe.  Oh.  I see it now.  No I don't, but I love this song, love this video (and

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Only seven more days after today, and I have to start thinking of real blog posts again.  Just that realization makes me tired.  Both instrumental songs chosen for today are part of the few that crossed over from my Degrees playlist to Game Changer...for the same character (in Degrees, he's a secondary character; in Game Changer, it's his show, two years prior to Degrees).  I used these songs,

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Just for the mere fact that Mama don't dance, and these songs actually make me do it, and--by default of their awesomeness--do it decently, there shall be THREE today! "Planetary (GO!)" by My Chemical Romance--When first intro'ed to MCR, I didn't get it, but their last album digs in like an ear worm until there's no resisting.  The fact that Gerard Way has the same color hair as my main

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I've come to the conclusion that this is the probably the hardest day to answer, because I know the words to a gajillion songs, so I consulted my iPod, at random, and pulled up one classic and one less known, just for the fun of it. "Creep" by Radiohead--I bought Pablo Honey almost the minute it came out, and my friend (at the time) thought I was smoking crack.  Girl had no taste, and--of course

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Driving down the 215, last day, last class of my BA in English Lit completed, sunroof opened, all windows rolled down in my little red car...and this song blared my anthem.  (Of course, I stepped right into my MA in comp, so my little red car turned right back around and drove the 215 straightaway, but the momentary state of freedom and "done-ness" was sweet!) "Full Circle" by Aerosmith--"Time,

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Back in 1994, my new husband and I escaped Southern California to honeymoon in Hope Valley, CA, at a wonderful place called Sorenson's (see my waaaay old review here: "Well, You're Gonna Need a Place to Stay" circa 2000).  All the way up, while there, and all the way back down to reality, we played Nirvana's MTV Unplugged in New York album (diehard Nirvana fans since the Bleach album, we'd

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Rather than roll off  Day 02's Song The Makes Me Sad, with yet another song that makes me sad ("Wish" by Cinjun Tate, posted here on Sept 12, 2010), I'm going to go with my next choice--a happy reminder.  Well, two happy reminders of the same someone. These two were the most played on my Degrees playlist, because they oozed my main male character, and all I had to do was turn either one of them

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 Wanna talk about a complete, heartbreaking story jammed into a few minutes?  These two make me bawl, no matter how steadfast my resolve not to.  I'll do well for the first thirty seconds or so, and then I feel my chin starting to have a mind of its own, feel the tears starting to squeeze out, and if I were forced to talk, it certainly would sound like I'd just been told the worst news in the

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I actually do have more than one that makes me happy, but this one gets prime spot because of WHY it makes me happy.  I have it on my iPod, but only play it on rare occasions, for a specific reason: because nothing is as phenomenal or heart-fluttering to me as my husband's smile.  When it's coupled with his laugh, I'm a goner.  My husband loves music--LOVES IT--but unlike me, he doesn't enjoy a

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Here I go again, because there are two.  (There, honestly may be at least two throughout the whole challenge.)"Poker Face" by Lady Gaga--My dislike of Gaga is legendary in my house, to the point that if her name comes up (you'd be surprised), the inside joke between my husband and me is to look one another in the eye, grin, and start out the infamous joke: "How do you wake Lady Gaga up?" (the

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While rummaging around on a blog, I found a 17 day song challenge.  Anyone who knows me...at all...knows music is my bliss; I'm known to crank it higher than my daughter; it's almost as essential as air (lowercase, not my kid) to me, and I like almost all of it--from Patsy Cline to Skinny Puppy to Squirrel Nut Zippers to Bauhaus to John COUGAR Mellancamp to X, and everything in between except

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There's a clause in the unwritten mom contract which stipulates that it is the mom's duty to be the one to break disappointing, devastating, and/or tantrum-inducing news.  I was the dealer of the devastation yesterday.  2/2/11.  The day that marks a somber period in my daughter's young life.  The day The White Stripes officially announced their break-up. When Third Man Records (Jack

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I'll come clean straightaway, this post is a self-serving declaration; it is a posting that will more than likely never be read by the intended, but it's something that I need to get out of my system--I need to commit these thoughts to the written word, so I can feel that I've finally stood up for myself, my elementary school, middle school, early-high school self...I can bet, on some level, that

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Writing makes a person very vulnerable. It opens you to public criticism, to ridicule, to rejection. But it also opens conversation and thought. It stirs minds, and touches hearts. It brings us into contact with our souls. So how can it possibly be a waste of time, an idle act, a mistake, a betrayal of truth? Who can possibly tell us not to do it? --Joan Chittister, Order of Saint Benedict

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Let me reiterate that I'm not an expert.  If you're here looking for an expert, you belong at agents' blogs, especially Query Shark, Nathan Bransford, and other reputable agents (well, Bransford dropped a bomb late last year when he left agenting and went into the tech world, but he still maintains an excellent blog)--many I have in my blog roll on the right-hand side--who are out in the trenches

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Bad blogger.  That's what I am.  Though I have the multi-post going about writing and agent seeking (and I have thought about it, believe me), I'm enjoying my time with my little fam, the stacks of YA books that surround me, and cups of hot cocoa with whipped cream (which I don't do on a normal basis) a little too much to be pulled away for a full-fledged blogging session.  So while I watch my

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Picture with me, if you will, that you are a starry-eyed, first-time writer with an idea and a dream. Wouldn't it be lovely if the natural course of things for this scenario was that a publisher fell from the heavens--the instant characters began germinating in your writerly head--bearing unending praise at the mere mention of your

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Rather than put my arthritic hands into fits and spasms, filling out Christmas cards ad infinitum this year, I wrote my family's first holiday letter (no, the wearing of Christmas sweaters and vests is NOT forthcoming) to sum up our past year of ups, downs, and happenings.  Mentioned, of course, was the loss of our old family dog and the passing of my dad.  My daughter's section highlighted her

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I've earned a badges... "Fictional BFF" badge.  "Ethan Emerson," my cooler-than-cool male protag, is my fictional bff.  Only my real-life bff, Jessy, knows how deranged I am when it comes to him, and it will stay that way (if she knows what's good for her). "Query Letter" badge as explained by Merit Badger: "How to write a query letter: Rip still-beating heart from chest. Attach to paper. (

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My daughter had a recent, long-term assignment: a mini biography about a famous person of her choosing, on a Wheaties box.  (Very ingenious assignment, I must say.)  My daughter, being the cool cat that she is, chose Jack White; she's been his #1 child fan since she was in pre-k.  Honestly.  She heard "Hello Operator," and she was gone.  I now have all the music on my iPod, but there was once a

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Once again, I've waited for the blogging gods to hammer me with an idea...at least a glimmer...one to run with, easily; I've waited for a month--through a season changing and through many life things, but nothing.  And then something as random and banal as running a Facebook app happened.  The innocence of finding out the top words I use in my status updates became akin to me hitting some tarot

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I've been struggling, since my last post before my dad died, with what to write next in my blog.  Like my personal "Groundhog Day," my mind always revolves back to the same point: memories of my dad.  Things sneak up on me when I least expect them, and I'm reduced to a puddle of tears--some through smiles, some through laughter, but all through the missing that happens when one is able to say,

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My soul is quietly coming to terms with the very real probability that it is about to say goodbye to my dad.  I can continue to hope with my heart that he'll make a full recovery, but even if his body comes back around, there are somethings that are just changed and gone.  Just about every word in Cinjun's song, "Wish," speaks to what I'm going through right now...except the part about "you'll

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There comes a point somewhere into the summer when a mom hears "What are we doing today?" or "Where are we going today?" one too many times.  Gets nagged out, and with one twitching eye, one thread of a nerve and zero sanity left, she begins counting the days until the start of school.  Being the mom of an only child sometimes moves that point a bit sooner into the summer break. For me,

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The sky in Pennsylvania goes on forever.  Last night, I saw it lit up and blazing, every part, with fireworks and raindrops. My daughter's friend invited my little fam to meet up with hers at "A Night in the Country," an annual farewell to summer, filled with expensive food, $5 lemonade, carnival games, vintage cars, a bad country band with heavy bass, teenagers experimenting with the boundaries

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Okay, so that's a little extreme. Maybe somewhat painful deaths. At least just die. There are a few of these "pearls" that have been on my mind, as I think of the way that people are implementing them lately.  There will probably be a few others I'll end up adding, as they strike me. #1 "It's easier to ask forgiveness than ask permission." Boy, I know a lot of people who subscribe to this one

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I think I officially lost my mind today. I've heard tell that some writers have waited for their parents' deaths before trying to publish--to avoid the mess of hurt feelings (however unfounded), guilt, and disownment. Me? I've decided to let my mom read my manuscript as it circulates literary agencies. Originally, I vowed that she wouldn't read my manuscript until I held a contract in my hand

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So I took my daughter into a craft store today to get new tempra paints and paper for her. (I'm going to interrupt myself now) It's funny (a little annoying, but funny) when the people who don't get my art call it "craft." They say things like "I wish I were crafty," insinuating that I am. I'm not. This point gets driven home every time I go to a craft store and I get sucked back into the

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1) I actually forgot how old I am. 2) I started a blog. For years now, I've boggled at my husband's ability to absolutely, totally forget his age. When asked, he pauses, gets a confused look on his face and verbally asks himself how old he is. I've never understood, because like most females of the species, I've always known PRECISELY how old I am at any given moment, whether it was when I

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