Argh!! Pet peeve news

 I read, and I mean that I read a lot. A new book or two a day most times.  When starting a new story you are introduced to the main characters, where they come from, what is their motivation, what they look like, it stokes our imagination. There are several things that drive me up the wall and cause me to growl and shake my head: Changing the description of a character mid story and constantly bringing up the back story throughout the tale, and also,  writing the same story over and over. 

How hard can it be to create a post it note with a character's physical description on it? When the author changes eye color repeatedly of one of their characters I blow a fuse.

When an author has to repeat back story multiple times? I feel like it's filler and they are insulting my intelligence, a sure fire way for me to stop reading their book, write a snarky review and read something else. There are also authors that write the same story multiple times simply changing the names and places. Needless to say I stop reading them, and cannot for the life of  me understand why some readers continue to follow them. After a while I fear that they are being brainwashed. I mean that while Alpha stories are great, their heroines act like spoiled children, and women do not deserve to be constantly shown to act like children, because we are not. Good grief, find something else to read before you actually believe that crap.

I realize that self publishing is an evolving genre. After being dependent on library availability and the elimination of physical bookstores, I appreciate daily the ability to peruse and download books. There are many fantastic authors I would never have been exposed to if there wasn't a Kindle unlimited for me to explore. But where there is great there must also be terrible. I rarely write a negative review, but when I do it's because they asked for it writing something that does not deserve to be in my reading list. Please write stories that are for thinking and feeling adult women. It's ok that they are vulnerable, but please not stupid, who act like they were still a pre-teen who has been spoiled their whole life.

Thanks,

Kel

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My life these days

 I currently live a surprisingly quiet life but it's not boring to me. When Covid began it's cycle of death I was still working. Thankfully I worked a one person shift where I was alone for 8 hours or more. We lost employees in July which caused the remaining 3 of us to work constantly, 24/7.  After 30 days of that hell we were let go when new building owners decided that we were no longer needed. Thus began my "hermit-tude."

Yeah, not a word, I made it up, but it is accurate.

 I requested unemployment from the state of Ohio. I had lived here for 3 years, and I have never in my life asked for assistance before. After weeks of being shot down by a really poorly designed web site, I gave up. Out of need I accessed my small IRA. 

The only places I go to are the laundromat and the food store. I do not see anyone. The last two moves were friendless, meaning I was never able to make or keep any new friends. It sucks. I have never had any problems making friends at any point in my life before leaving WV. I question if I have changed or has society changed? My answer is society.

I'm older. People assume I have friends and family with me. I do not belong to any instant attention sites on the internet. Meaning I do not do Instagram, Tik-tok, or any other "upload to the masses for recognition" web sites. I keep in touch with some old friends and family on facebook. I only post to my friends, not public, because I despise trolls. I refuse to argue with assholes. I am opinionated and I don't make everyone happy, but fight over it? I'll pass. 

I am too old to care what others think. Which is probably one of the reasons I am not a social animal. Wanna sneer at me and talk behind my back when I food shop? F-you. Most of those people are taking the first steps up the ladder of life. I am reaching the summit. They are so far below me that their opinions no longer hurt like they did when I was younger. I actually pity the fools. (intentional) Walmart shoppers are not entering beauty contests, not everyone is 21, and what the hell, have you looked in a mirror recently? If I was their level of the ladder I would run the hell away from pretend man-boys who rate women in a food store.

So, yeah. My life would be sir crazy boring to most people. I sleep when I want. Putz around cleaning small bits, make dinner when I am hungry, and spend most of my time reading and playing harmless puzzle/card games on the internet. Maybe it's self preservation. I protected myself from a terrible disease. But I also, and this is important, have come to realize that I am protecting my heart from further hurt. Frankly, it hurt bad in Colorado, I felt like I was pushing myself on people to be my friend. Begging for friendship is so not me. I've also been burnt badly, twice from people who should have been my closest friend/lovers. So it took my the better part of my life to come back to what 14 year old me knew, we are all alone. Better like yourself because other people cannot be counted on to stay true to anyone but themselves. This is my life. It's ok.