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Suburban Vampire feature & Memorial Day sale
Happy Memorial Day weekend!
I hope everyone has a safe and fabulous bit of downtime, while we remember those that have lived and died for our country.
To honor our military heroes I’m reducing the price of all Quirky Gurl ebook titles to $0.99 for the weekend, including the newly released novel Kill Me! I’ll provide direct links to all on-sale books at the end of the post.
In other news, my novel Kill Me is featured today over on Suburban Vampire. So hop on over there if you have a second. (But don’t forget to come back for big savings on our ebooks!)
Now, onto the sale!
(Make sure you check the price before buying… sometimes Amazon is slow to update pricing!)
Kill Me by Alex Owens
Skin: Short Fiction by Alex Owens
Memories for Sale by Karen Fowler
Reflections on Motherhood by Karen Fowler
Just Desserts by Karen Fowler
Still Life Paintings by Karen Fowler
Strangers on a Plane by Emma Shane
Phone Play by Emma Shane
Weirdness Warning: Photoshop, True Blood and Arabian Horses
Life, as usual, has been getting in my creative way lately. I’ve been busy working on more post for you guys, crafting a story collection, finishing up a novel that I’m very excited about (as well as about five other literary projects) and then there’s the non-writing time-sucks:
1. Photoshop: In addition to gearing up for a Maternity photoshoot this weekend (love me some pregger’s bellies!) and a Senior portrait session with Firetrucks after that, I also have gotten some design work done.
While I do spend a fair amount of time on these things, it’s not all wasted minutes. Crafting cover art (like the mock-up below) allows me to focus a story more tightly, and often gives me the kick-in-the-pants that I need to complete it.
{I’d love to hear any thoughts or comments you have on this cover!}
2. Television: I don’t have Showtime, despite some of my favorite shows airing on that channel. Californication, Weeds, Dexter, The Real L Word… and of course, True Blood, but that goes without saying. And it’s literally killing me to not be able to watch them. Seriously. I spend hours lamenting my sad state of cable subscriptions and cooking up elaborate schemes so that I can bask in the glow that radiates from Eric Northman. I wish I was joking.
3. Parenting Lethargy: I spend so much time trying to accomplish things that sometimes it is overwhelming. Then all at once, I’m bombarded by the things I should be teaching/ doing/ sharing with my children and I want to poke June Cleaver in the eye with rusty scissors for making me feel like a crappy mom. Case-in-point: My daughter has mentioned numerous times that she wants to take horseback riding lessons.
Now, I totally understand. I felt the same at her age and thanks to my own Mother-on-a-pedestal, I rode and showed horses competitively right up until I got married and moved away. I think about getting back into it, but who has the time?
(My horse-days were before the digital era, but my Egyptian Arabian “Clyde” looked like the above.)
But back to my daughter and her equine interest. I’m scared (she’s extremely accident prone- she broke and lacerated her finger WHILE getting a school physical at the Dr’s office!), I’m not rich (lessons and attire and tack, oh my!) and I’m busy enough as it is. So I put it off, and then I feel like crud for not doing it for her. I really need to get on that, and the million other things on my lost To-Do list.
But I can’t start now. It’s late and I’m going to bed.
Until next time!
~K.
The Guerrilla Girls Bedside Companion to the History of Western Art
“The famous query by feminine artist and art historians goes, ‘Why haven’t there been more great women artists throughout western history?’ The Guerilla Girls want to restate the question: “Why haven’t more women been considered great artists throughout western history?’”
The Guerrilla Girls Bedside Companion to the History of Western Art is chock full of witty insights, stories behind the stories, and relevant facts about women artists of days gone by. Broken down into chapters according artistic eras (Classical, Middle Ages, the Renaissance, etc.), this book chronicles the continuing plight for recognition of women through the history of art all the way to the twentieth century.
While this book is broadly based on feministic theory, it is interesting enough to appeal to all art history buffs – men and women alike.
And the Guerrilla Girls are not just blowing smoke, either. Sprinkled throughout the text are supporting quotes, insights and actual records from observers and artists alike, plus a heaping-helping of “altered” art works from history that have mysteriously had gorilla masks added to them – a trademark of the Guerrilla Girls.
The Guerrilla Girls, who several years ago anonymously published Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls, which exposed bigotry in the art world, are back at it. Smattering the pages are numerous pithy, pop-art style posters and graphics with their own minute captions, like: “Why did so few art historians mention me in their survey books?” (Artemisia Gentileschi) or “Why is the museum of Modern Art more interested in African Art than in art by African-Americans?” (Alma Thomas).
Quotes abound in this slim yet comprehensive tutorial. The Guerrilla Girls chose wisely among their references, highlighting bigotry, sexism and beliefs as they pertained to the discussed era. The supporting information is woven seamlessly into context, and the book on the whole is a compelling read.
There is a several-pages-long section on the rape of Artemisia Gentileschi and the subsequent trial of her attacker (who was also her father’s apprentice), with quotes from actual trial documents in 1612, which is quite interesting. As is the Guerrilla Girls take on why Tintoretto suddenly stopped producing works of art after the sudden death of his daughter, Maria Robusti, in 1590. The Ladies don Gorilla masks and proclaim that, “Since the works of Tintoretto and Robusti are indistinguishable, and he signed them all, we don’t think he lost his will (to paint), we think he lost his secret weapon! (Robusti, an exceptional painter herself).”
Personally, I was moved while reading this book – sometimes even outraged at how an artist was treated (or ignored) merely on the basis of her sex. What is worse, though, is that many men from history would publically proclaim women artists inferior, then go home and steal their daughters’ paintings, sign their own manly names, and take all the praise for being such a great “master” artist. Truly disgusting.
I started this book thinking, “Oh, I hope I can get past all this feminist chanting and enjoy the history within the pages.” (Yes, I am a woman!) But I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the book – feminism and all. In fact, radical viewpoints often don’t feel as “preachy” when it is so obvious that they have very firm ground to stand on.
One particular poster reproduction that graces the back cover is of a nude, reclining woman who is wearing the trademark gorilla mask. Beside her in bold print is the question, “Do women have to be naked to get into the Met. Museum?” and smaller print below that states, “Less than 5% of artists in the Modern Art Sections are women, but 85% of the nudes are female.” Enough said.
I recommend this book to anyone who likes to read the “other side” of history – the events little-known and talked about – as well as for anyone remotely interested in uncovering the great women artists from Western history. Enjoy!
Renaissance Woman
I was reminded of the movie, Renaissance Man, and that led me to ponder (which I’m randomly inclined to do anyway) the origination of the phrase. This from smattering of explanations from Dictionary.com
Renaissance man
n. a modern scholar who is in a position to acquire more than superficial knowledge about many different interests; a scholar during the Renaissance who (because knowledge was limited) could know almost everything about many topics
n. An outstandingly versatile, well-rounded person. The expression alludes to such Renaissance figures as Leonardo da Vinci, who performed brilliantly in many different fields.
The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third EditionCopyright © 2005 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
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This loosely defines how I feel about myself as a person, which in turn shapes the way I perceive my shortcomings and failures. Let me explain.
As a student, I had so many interests, that I couldn’t even begin to pare things down into an actual career field. I wasn’t one of those children who said “I’m going to be a Doctor when I grow up” and actually stuck to it.
I love the arts (both the doing and the studying of), I love science and took many classes that could have easily led to a degree in Biology or medicine. I spent years as an Animal ER nurse, and people still call me to ask advice on a sick or injured pet. I am interested in aspects of design. I am hopelessly addicted to CSI and anything that combines using science and logic to figure things out. I cycle through stints of writing, and the longer ones have led to enough success that a sane person would have kept at it– and had the book advance to celebrate with.
All of my career choices weren’t actual choices. They have been things that I fell into, at points in my life when I was cosmically open to change. I feel like a dabbler of sorts, and on bad days, this seems the root of my unrest. I haven’t dedicated myself to any one thing. I sometimes feel as though I have no purpose.
On good days, however, I see that I am not a dabbler, rather, I am a modern day Renaissance Woman, eager to soak up the wide open world around me. Why settle for a narrow view of the word, when you can have kalideoscopic vision chock-full of interesting people, places and things?
There seems to be a balance between the Renaissance woman or man, and just being a jack-of-all-trades (…and a master of none). I don’t want to be Jack, that fun as he may be, most often doesn’t know jack-shit. I want to be well rounded, well versed and general, well, just well. And I hope that my kids will follow suit.
The Un-Degree
Collecting credits. That’s how I have come to refer to what I seem to be doing in regards to getting that danged elusive college degree. You see, I’ve “started taking college classes” roughly a million times since graduating high school over a decade ago.
I know. I know. I’m a loser.
No I’m not.
Yes you are!
Sorry for the momentary lapse. My inner critic/ idiot took over there for a moment.
My point is, life happens. Kids are born. Cars run into each other. People start new jobs, split-up, contract Lyme disease, change what they want to be “when they grow up”, and a host of other things that keeps people (namely me) from starting what they finish. And as guilty as I used to feel over my failure at college, I have since come to terms with my tortoise approach. It won’t be failure unless I never finish. Even then, maybe not. Through the past 68 credits worth of classes, I have gained invaluable amounts of knowledge. (Maybe that’s why my friends come to me when seeking answers of the arcane or inane variety…)
I’m sure you’ve probably heard the saying, “Life is in the journey, not the final destination because we all end up there eventually.” I think the same could be said for earning a college degree, or even learning in general.
Sure, prospective employers say, “Bachelors degree in …., or related fields” but have you even noticed how those related fields tend to number in the plenty. The reason for that? I tend to think they just want to be sure that you have stick-tuitiveness, the ability to deprive yourself of a life for a number of years chasing a piece of paper. Oh, and it shows you can either learn fairly well, or you can sufficently BS your way past a plethora of academia. Either way, you’re hired!
I’d like to lobby for the Un-Degree. Learning for the sake of learning. Not trying to cram as many useless classes into four years so you can frame a dead tree and finally be proud (and hired.) You should be proud that you are learning at whatever pace. Relish in the journey. Study the things that interest you, with little regard as to what degree you should have to get that job you think you want right now. Chase your bliss instead, and your bliss will find you.
I’ve got a number of classes and all taught me more than I knew beforehand, and most enriched my life for the better (though a few, like Microbiology, left me a little phobic). If you don’t care exactly what my degree is in, then why do I have to have one? Isn’t it just the same to show you my transcripts with 120 credits full of things that made me into a well rounded person– quick-witted, competent, and smart enough to study everything that interested me?
Hence the popularity of the Inter-discipline degrees that have cropped up lately. The universities recognize a need for custom, broad-based knowledge, but they still want to charge for it. And I guess I’m going to keep paying for it. And paying for it. And paying for it.
When I Grow Up
Tired of landing in one random career after another (Animal ER Nurse, SPCA Manager, Animal Control, and Accountant thus far) I’ve taken a long hard look at the college credits I’ve managed to stock-pile and am trying to figure out just exactly I WANT to do when I grow up. Laughter aside, I’m am totally serious. I may be thirty-one now but that doesn’t mean that I am any closer to being a grown up. Let me put it this way, I may be a grown-up with parental and financial obligations, but mentally, I’m still going by the seat of my pants and living without any direction.
I am tired of jobs. I want a career. Getting there is another things though.
Taking into consideration the college credits that I already have, I could easily finish my BS degree in Psychology or Biology. Or I can use those as minors and finish with an English degree or a degree in Criminal Justice. Sometimes I think that I should travel the path of least resistance– get the quickest degree that I can, and go from there. It’s pretty obvious when cruising the Job Bank that almost any degree will do, so long as you have one. But then I would still be left with trying to figure out how to use the degree. If I can figure it out now, the journey would be so much easier. There, in lies my problem.
I love to read, write, and learn new things. I want to speak multiple languages. I want to be able to apply logic and analysis in my career. I want to make some sort of difference. I want to be challenged on a daily basis. I would like my career to open me up to the world, to new cultures and experiences. It’s all of these things that is leading me in the direction of working for the Government. The coolest job to me would working for the FBI, DEA or some similar arena. Carrying a gun would be a pleasant bonus. (I’m 5’3″, petite and blonde– not your average Special Agent. lol)
The classes I’m taking this semester have helped point me in the direction of broad knowledge. For instance, I’m taking World Religions strictly because I wanted to, and I’m glad that I did. I find it fascinating. Especially the Prehistoric religions, because most of it is just theory and that lets my brain open up and get into analysis mode. I probably should mention that I’ve been watching a ton of TV shows on Netflix lately since the cold weather has been keeping us inside more– NCIS, NUMBERS and all the CSI’s.
There’s a saying that writers oftern refer to: Write what you know. It means that the best most detailed writing comes from a place the writer is familiar with. I think the same can be said for choosing a career path: DO what you know. While this to me isn’t literal, I take it as this– If is Do what I like to Do then I will be happiest in the long run. I like using my brain, flexing my cerebral muscle so to speak, I like reading people and situations, and I LOVe to watch TV crime drama’s– especially those based on the science of forensics, or investigative focus.
So maybe I should be a cop? That would be cool, but I don’t think it encompasses all that I like to do. I need to learn and grow in a scholarly way too, remember? Perhaps something in Intelligence or Public Affairs, or governmental liason?
Anybody have any suggestions? I’d love to hear them…
Getting Creative, Even if it Kills Me
So, once again I find myself railing against the mundane, normalcy of my life. I get up, I go to work, I herd cattle (I mean kids), and I clean my never-clean home. I miss the beauty of life, the joy in the creative. So i must find it again.
I’ve been shooting pictures for a long time, and every now and then I manage to capture a gem. You know, one of those photos that you return to again and again because it is just so moving– to the one who took it, at least.
So I’m trying to get pseudo-serious this time. I’m going to try. So that I could keep my better shots organized, i created my own Photography site– Karen Fowler Photography. If you have a sec, check it out!
Meanwhile, here’s a taste!
This one is “Little Boy Bass”, a.k.a my son holding his very impressive first catch of the season.
Gun Toting Mama
I know I’m not alone in watching CSI: Las Vegas, CSI:Miami, NCIS, or Numbers failthfully. They wouldn’t be hit television shows if I was the only one watching them. But I have to wonder how many other women out there like me, want to star in their own real life investigative drama. I don’t mean on TV. I’m not bad looking, but it take more than blonde hair and blue eyes to make it to the boob-tube. I mean in real life, as a career.
I’m a thirty-one year old mother of two grade-school age kids, with a husband who spends half of his time in the woods hunting one beast or another. I work full-time in a cubicle profession. I take classes when my life can handle it. I can shoot a gun and rather enjoy the sound of a two-liter bottle exploding as I empty my clip. I even took the course that is required for getting a concealed weapon permit in the state of Virginia. I am very intuitive– I notice quickly when a person or situation just doesn’t seem right. Logic is my friend and I abhor things that just don’t make sense to me. I love to learn about other cultures and I believe in the sanctity of law enforcement. So does that make me a realistic candidate for some type of law enforcement career, or am I just daydreaming like every other mother out there who wants a career that Hollywood has deemed interesting and psuedo-glamourous?




































