Monday, August 1, 2011

Gloria's Writing Fiction Again!

I haven't written in nearly three months, but that's because (well partly) I've been writing fiction. That incident with that former acquaintance really pissed me off, and that triggered some inspiration for short stories. So I wrote six of them. With the advent of e-publishing, that means instead of thinking getting published is hopeless, it means that it WILL happen. Perhaps not like how I envisioned it, but at this point, I'm prepared to overlook the fact that one cannot have an e-book signing.

So I've been publishing excerpts of the stories on a short fiction website. Here is the website URL:

http://www.short-fiction.co.uk/member_profile.php?username=GloriaDcolumnist

I'm trying to sell the "sizzle" before the steak. Hence the excerpts. I'm trying to drum up interest for the e-book. I'm waiting on cover art suggestions from a killer artist that I know, plus I'm polishing the stories. Sometimes I think I'll never be done, because I keep revising and revising. Some of the stories are semi-autobiographical fiction, with some details changed. I basically took stuff that happened and said, "what if?" For the most part, it IS fiction.

And when the book gets published, it will be at a very reasonable price ($2.99 or so). I've signed up with Smashwords and looking at doing some marketing. I have no money, so I'm proofing, editing and marketing this all on my own.

I'm excited about this; I'm hoping I'll have some other fiction, and maybe some possible non-fiction up eventually.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Mean Birthday Card, What I posted on her blog, what I SHOULD HAVE POSTED on her blog



Don't Fuck With Me!

I recently had a friend request on Facebook from a bully who made my life miserable 30 years ago. I confronted him about it (of course, he forgot that he tormented me) but I did get an apology.
There are adult bullies, of course, and I’ve had to deal with them too. Unfortunately. My most recent one was an acquaintance who happens to be best friends with one of my best friends. I see her maybe three or four times a year, but every time we get together, she has some sort of nasty remark to say to me. I’ve basically not confronted her about it until recently. I wouldn’t have said anything, except she posted an extremely nasty birthday card on my Facebook page. She didn’t send it in an email; she put it on my page so that EVERYONE could see it.
I usually don’t retaliate, but because of the apology from the bully, and because I was feeling empowered, I posted a picture of the Goodyear Blimp on her Facebook page, and said, “Saw this, thought of you. Thanks for making me look thin, in comparison.” She said she could take the picture down, but said she was going to leave it up, as a reflection on my character. I responded with something like MY character? You’ve had it in for me for years. I also left a nasty message on her cell phone.
Mind you, I usually don’t do this kind of shit. But posting a birthday card basically saying I’m going to stomp on your wishes, and then let them ferment, then drink them and possibly throw them up is fucking RUDE. And maybe it was a little immature of me to post a picture of a blimp, but the nasty birthday card sent me over the edge. Why did she post the card in the first place?
As a result of this, I bought tickets to Spamalot, because I’d had plans to go with her, her best friend, my best friend, and an old friend I reconnected with on Facebook. My friend already had tickets, but since I don’t want to sit with this woman, or ever see this woman again, I bought tickets for me and my old friend, since I want to enjoy the show without having to sit with this cunt.
Why has she had it in for me for years? Why the nasty remarks every single fucking time we get together? I suspect she’s jealous of the fact that I’ve accomplished a few things in my life, that I am a very creative person, but she’s probably most jealous of the fact that I DON’T weigh 350 pounds. She has been morbidly obese for the last 20 years, ever since I’ve known her. The past five years or so, she’s taken on a narcissistic, princess persona, with everyone on the face of the earth existing to serve her needs. It’s obvious she has a problem, because her Facebook albums feature picture after picture after picture after picture of her face. It’s pretty much the same pose. It’s all about HER. And the reason why she’s all wrapped up in herself is because she’s five feet tall and 350 pounds. She’s delusional about how hot she is. I guess if you like bowling balls with arms and legs, she’s the woman for you.
As much as I dislike her, I have to say she is inspiring me to exercise and eat better. Because what would absolutely make her crazy is if I lose weight and get a decent looking body. That would be the ultimate revenge, because, I could constantly take pictures of myself, and send them to her and say, “Eat your heart out.” A cruel thing to do? Perhaps, but to be honest, if you fuck with me, I will eventually snap and fuck with you. If she had just said “Happy birthday” like a lot of other people did, I never would have put that picture on her Facebook page, but because she was nasty about it, and because I felt emboldened by the bully’s apology, I let her have it.

The photos are the nasty birthday card and the picture I posted on her FB page. The one with her photo over the blimp is my own personal creation. I should have sent THAT one to her.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Backwards as Backwards Can Be

I read something in the J-G about how a couple of city council members are really upset about the Harry Baals name controversy. I'd like to say something to them: calm the fuck down. It's no wonder young people want to leave this town. We don't have a sense of humor, and we are basically embarrassed about a dead guy's name. Oh, the HORROR! Listen: this town is full of hypocritical prudes. That's right, hypocritical prudes. Harry Baals has gotten FW worldwide attention, and instead of maybe making a video about the good things about this town (great library, cheap real estate, close to REAL cities, decent hockey team) the city's leaders hang their heads in shame, saying all the attention is "inappropriate, embarrassing" etc. We can't BUY the kind of publicity we've received. And isn't it a little strange that we are upset about a mayor with a funny name that got a shitload of votes, yet we aren't too concerned that we have an awful lot of strip clubs and tons of restaurants? No, we can be fat, we can have strippers, that's perfectly fine. But have a mayor with a funny name get recognition? Holy Monikers, Batman!

This town is Loserville. If you want to have a mundane job and head up to the lake every weekend, this town is for you. If you want something more in your life, you'll have to leave.

I've been told by a couple of people that I shouldn't give up on my dream to move to Canada. In the last couple years, I haven't thought about it, but lately, I've been thinking about how happy I am there, and maybe I shouldn't give up on moving there. Don't know how, don't know when, but this humorless, boring town is sapping my energy.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Kon'nichiwa

Apparently, I've had more views of my blog from Japan than any other country. Thanks for reading!Or, Yonde kurete arigatō!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Trying to Make a Change

I'm kind of tired of the way things are going in my life, so I'm trying to make changes. One of them is trying to exercise more. I'm really kinda tired of being overweight. I think there's also something going on with my digestive tract, and hopefully I can find a doctor to figure out why I sometimes throw up in the mornings while I'm having a bowel movement. It's a little bit distressing.

On a more positive note, I'm trying to eat better, although I've had some bad sugar cravings lately. I've been piling on the chocolate. However, when I got on the scale this morning, I only weighed two pounds more than I did the last time I was on the scale, so that isn't bad. It certainly could be worse.

I try to have realistic expectations. I will be okay if I don't get back to my high school weight of less than 120 pounds. If I can lose 30 pounds, that will be something. The problem will be finding the time to exercise. I actually do like moving around, it's finding the time to do it. Sometimes I get frustrated with work and I get mad and say, "fuck it" and eat what I want. But hopefully, things will stay fairly calm and I'll get my lunches consistently instead of not having time to sit down and eat all day.

But what is spurring me on to make changes is seeing my friends and acquaintances. Most, if not all of them, are fat. I went out the other night, and I noticed that of the other women at the table, I was the thinnest. And considering I could stand to lose 40 pounds or so, that's saying something. The men at the table were all fat, some morbidly obese. And one was complaining about the so-called new regulations for truck drivers. Supposedly, they can't be more than 240 pounds and their blood pressure has to be under a certain number. I don't know if this is true, but one of my friends says she's heard drivers talking about it. The complaining guy was easily obese. The problem with Americans is that they value their "freedom," but once that freedom gets them into trouble, they want to be bailed out. If you eat whatever the hell you want, and don't bother to exercise, if you hit 400 pounds, is society obligated to help you out?

I've got a friend who is in poor health; he is in and out of the hospital frequently. I feel bad for him. He's a year younger than I am, but if he sees 50 I will be surprised. However, ever since I've known him, he has been morbidly obese. And right now he is miserable. Add smoking to the equation, and things get even worse.

So even though I'm fat, I'm kinda sick of looking at fat people. Because I'm surrounded by them. If I hang out with friends, all we do is eat and drink. Forget about getting out of the house to play laser tag, or go skiing, or even for a winter walk. Even when it's nice out, it's pointless to get them to do anything besides a cookout.

Fat isn't healthy. It just isn't. Being a little chunky is one thing, but flat-out obesity is starting to bug me. I may have to struggle with my weight, but even if I only lose another five pounds, I want to be able to jog at least a half-mile without collapsing. I can do that now, but I don't want to get any heavier.