Happy book release day to me!
It Only Takes a Kiss (Once Upon a Bride Book 2) is now available. If you pre-ordered it from Amazon, it should have landed on your Kindle this morning.
Laura Ingraham surely stepped into when she attacked that young man for his college admission standings, didn’t she?
I would argue that she has every right to take issue with his stand on gun rights. I do not agree with her, but so what? However, his acceptance to this or that institution of higher learning has absolutely NOTHING to do with that discussion.
Those who belittle her for picking on a “child” are wrong, too. Actually, just as wrong are those who belittle David Hogg and his fellow student activists for being “mere children” and thus unworthy of our attention. Mr. Hogg is NOT a child. He is a young adult. So are they all—all young adults. They are as capable of making intelligent decisions—and perhaps being wrong and perhaps changing their minds (or not)—as any other rational being. Indeed, as perhaps Laura Ingraham is.
I find it distressing that so many so-called mature adults—particularly adults in positions of authority, and having power to make decisions—consistently underestimate the intellect and passion and empathy of young people (I beginning to think –hope—their underestimation will have consequences, though).
And it is not just Oklahoma by any means!
Oklahoma’s education issues are, sadly, replicated all over the nation.
Yes, miserable salaries (in relation to the years of training and education teachers must have and the actual time spent doing the job) are a serious issue. In America we seem always to measure people’s worth by their pay stubs, so we don’t lift an eyebrow at the lawyer’s $150+billable hour, or the doctor’s thousands+ bill for the gallstone operation that took all of three hours, or the CEO’s salary being over 900 times the average worker’s. These are all positions held by people whose education and actual job experience are often comparable to those of classroom teachers. But neither do we cringe overmuch at shelling out big bucks for mechanics and plumbers. But just put teacher salaries on an education bill and watch it get shot down!
Bless their hearts, the OK teachers are highlighting another serious problem—one that OUGHT to enrage anyone who cares about the state of public education in America (That lets Betsy Devos out). Have you SEEN the condition of some of the equipment and textbook those students are using? Now, I grant you that a literature text might be a bit dated—a Shakespearean sonnet is not likely to change from year to year. But a science book??? Or a history book that has no mention of 9-11 or the events following?? Copy machines. Classroom computers. Paper. Ink. SUPPLIES, people. Just ordinary supplies with which to do the job.
I know: it has been eons.
Most of you (probably happily) forgot I existed. Or that I did so in this format. Well, I’m back. And I am sorry to return with rather a case of the dismals (I heard that “So what’s new?!”).
I just got a check for the last quarter’s returns on my ebooks. The gargantuan sum of $334.01. Good job I’m not trying to live on that, eh? No wonder Uncle Sam wants to dismiss me as a dilettante. . . .
I keep kicking myself for passing up the opportunity to write a vampire book way back when. I did read Dracula when I was in high school and enjoyed those delicious shivers of horror—then—but just could not see myself reveling in such gore when my editor suggested such several years ago. Just think: I might have been lunching with that Meyer woman on some movie set! Every twice in a while I think “I should have come up with something like Fifty Shades of Grey.” Anyway, I might have done something like thirty shades of green or red or purple or whatever. . . . I mean, I can write sex. Really—I can. It’s just that I get bored after two or three pages of insert tab A into slot B. . . .
Yes. I’m feeling envious—not to mention drowning in self-pity. And I need to get back at chapter 6 of Book 3 of the Once Upon a Bride series. . . . Sorry I’m not more encouraging to any wannabe writers out there.
On a positive note: I’m getting $119 back on my income tax.
This is all part of Kensington’s press blitz.