A Star Is Born, Trailer

I’ve seen every movie iteration of A Star Is Born …

1937 – Starring Janet Gaynor, and Fredrick March. (very melodramatic)

1954 – Starring Judy Garland, and James Mason. (my all-time all-singing, all-dancing, favourite)

1976 – Starring Barbra Streisand, and Kris Kristofferson. (this one I saw in a cinema on opening night – big Barbra fan here) and a very close runner-up to Judy’s version. I’ve always wanted a fireplace like the one in their house.

… and now, there’s another one, Starring Lady Gaga, and Bradley Cooper. (an unlikely paring you could get)

I just watched the trailer … and you know what, it’s not half bad. 🙂 


Horseshoes and Bananas

Good News

I’ve heard from my publisher. I now have an editor who’s working on (I hope) my manuscript. Not that I’ve heard from the editor yet. Baby steps, baby steps! This may be a ruse to lull me into a false sense of relaxation so that when I receive my MS back covered in red ink (metaphorical – this is the digital age after all) I won’t faint completely away. Not that a Widdershins would ever faint away. Not at all.

I came across this wonderful site today. It has nothing to do with writing but everything to do with tying knots!  It’s an illustrated manual on how gazillions of knots work. I spent a few hours this morning just browse … erm … researching. Wanna bet you won’t be tempted to find a piece of rope/string/wool/anything and try at least one?

Now for something else completely different.

I was a baby dyke in OZ when ABBA became popular. Remember them? For some unknowable reason they achieved mega-super-stardom in Australia. Personally, I liked them because the tunes were catchy, I could hear the lyrics, (Widdershins’ hearing was never what it used to be) Frida and Agnetha were HOT and wore jumpsuits with a whole lotta bling!

One of the celebrity magazines of the day ran a poll, which asked this blindingly objective question: Who is bigger, Abba or the Beatles?

I was young and impressionable, and didn’t realise that it was a trick question by the grown-ups, who knew that most of the people who would vote would’ve only heard of the Beatles by reading the album covers in their parents LP collection. It was like comparing horseshoes and bananas. If I’d been as immersed in the Beatles music as I was in Abba’s then perhaps my answer might’ve included a long tirade on the inequity of the whole question.

It’s like trying to compare Madonna or Lady Gaga with the Beatles or Beethoven.

Horseshoes and bananas.

That’s what I’m discovering a bit of as I wander among the myriad paths in the land of Self-publishing. There’s a swarm of ways to publish on-line. (a search for ‘e-publishing companies’ revealed 64.3 million results in 0.16 seconds! – and by the time you read this it’ll probably have bred several million more) And so many hints, tips, and how-to’s that I’m not even game to look at the stats.

Horseshoes and Bananas.

But here’s the thing. No matter which horseshoe or banana you choose, you have to have a product to throw at the horseshoe or banana of your choice.

We are now right at Summer Solstice here in the Northern Hemisphere, (Random question; if you travelled to another planet how would you know which way was north or south?) and I’ve decided that by the time Winter Solstice comes around I will have completed the final draft of Book 2 of the ‘Gallery’ series. I also want to have the complete first draft of ‘Stevenson and Gallagher’ my historical mystery series (set right here in Vancouver!) under my belt as well.

By then I just might have enough information to choose which horseshoe or banana to run with.


“Everyone told me to pass on Speed’ because it was a ‘bus movie.'” Sandra Bullock