Archive | April 2014

Let’s Talk About Plagiarism

…because you know it’s out there and happens more frequently than you could possibly realize.

Plagiarism.

It’s a dirty little word, one that people frequently misspell and can’t quite grasp its meaning. They ask, “Well, what is plagiarism exactly?” Really? I’ll tell you exactly what plagiarism is….

Plagiarism is, in the scholarly realm, writing 3-4 words in a row of someone else’s work without proper citation. Please don’t make me explain citation to you.

Plagiarism is knowingly stealing someone else’s work in part or its entirety and claiming it as your own.

Plagiarism is taking even the creative ideas of someone’s entire story line and using it for your own gain.

Or, as author Shannon Mayer posted on her fanpage today:

pla·gia·rism
noun
1. an act or instance of using or closely imitating the language and thoughts of another author without authorization and the representation of that author’s work as one’s own, as by not crediting the original author

Shannon’s first Rylee book, Priceless, was recently plagiarized. An “author” by the name of TG Ayer released Blood Magic four days ago. It is strikingly familiar, and since I copy-edited the entire Rylee series with exception to Veiled Threat, I would know because I know the story. Shannon and I are both reading this book, and her people are looking into the whole mess. This is wrong and shouldn’t be happening. It’s rude. And I’m pissed the hell off that someone has stolen this work or its idea and is using my friend to profit.

If you ever read a book and recognize the story line, check the copyright dates on both and contact the author being plagiarized, or their publishing house, please. People like this need to be stopped as soon as humanly possible. In my opinion, this is worse than piracy.

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Source: classguides.lib.uconn.edu

UPDATE: It seems that TG Ayer has re-released Blood Magic HERE. Nice way to get rid of bad reviews, don’t you think?

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Are You Available?

…because we want to know, not for us, but y’know.

So my boss is one of only two men in my small little help desk area, and he’s a riot. If I can ever get the chance to record one of the conversations between him and my ex-neighbor in the back, I will share with you because hilarity ensues with those two.

Today’s conversation centered briefly around the other man, who is my new neighbor in the front.

Bossman: Hey P, and I’m not asking this for myself, but are you available?

P: Yes.

Me: *laughs* (because not sure P understood the question)

Bossman: So you *are* available.

C: No, he’s not. I’m telling you.

(P clues in…)

P: No, I’m not.

Me: *laughs*

C: See? He’s not available.

Bossman: Wait, I’m confused. Is he or is he not available.

C: He’s not.

Bossman: ….

 

Meanwhile, the networking guy just locked himself out of his office/area, to which I reacted by laughing…loudly. Ever hear Broomhilda cackle? So me. Okay, maybe not, but it’s close.

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Upcoming Event(s)

…because you KNOW I don’t do these things for myself as an author or even publisher (yet).

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*gasp* An actual honest-to-goodness author event?

Yes, my darling minions…..well, it’s called Phoenix Comicon and it is the first weekend in June. Feel free to bring forth birthday tidings, and if they are of the food variety, let’s not forget my diet now lacks dairy, sugar, and grains…y’know, all the good stuff.

I’m kidding, of course…about bringing me things.

More importantly, buy a book and have me sign it! Or pick up some of my jewelry.

Also, R.C. Murphy will be there signing books, so this is a double author event! She’ll also be selling things other than books, handmade items….because we’re a couple of crafty witches.

Five Just Ink Press books will be available for purchase and signings, if I can get this last one finished.

This may be the only author event for me this year. The weekend after Phoenix Comicon I’ll be at Denver Comic Con working with Rooker again. Don’t think he’d appreciate folks asking me to sign stuff at his booth. LOL But that doesn’t mean you can’t stop by and say hi.

The following books will be available in print for the first time June 5-8, 2014 at Phoenix Comicon. Come on out and see how R.C. Murphy and myself will be dressed, chit-chat with us about zombies or one of our worlds, or just hang out and get your geek on.

Booth 793 with Magdalena Peach Clothing Co.

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Taking A Break

…because I’ve got nothing for you today.

We’ve been busy the past week. Like, phones ringing off the damn hooks crazy busy. Like, I don’t have time to write a My Geekdom post for today freakin’ busy. Like, I’m typing this right now during a rare lull in calls insanely busy and I’m hoping I don’t get a call that’ll keep me from going to lunch in the next seven minutes…oh look, now I’m past my lunch time…because I’m starving. *runs away*

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Quittin’ Time

…also known as ‘Jinxie is about to kill someone’ time.

quit-smoking-7I quit smoking on April 8, 2014. Why a Tuesday? Never start/stop something on a Monday. That day is bad enough as is. Anyway, it’s been a couple of days upon writing this, but it’ll be a week once this posts. I’m trying to be optimistic here, which we all know I am so not. The first night wasn’t too bad, but then, I’ve gone 24 hours without a cigarette just to prove a point. *grins* Wednesday, however, was a completely different story. Holy hell, did I want to murder someone/something. I watched a movie titled Solomon Kane for the distraction and to appease the bloodlust. I ended up in bed before 9:30pm just so I wouldn’t leave the house and either act on the urge to maim or go buy a pack of smokes. It was bad. I couldn’t get my brain to shut the hell up, either. At some point, I thankfully fell asleep.

I have two things helping me with this: a Blu e-cigarette and a vapor e-cig. I use the Blu when I’m driving, mostly because it’s about the same size and shape as a cigarette. It’s a lot heavier, and that throws me off, but it’s easier to handle while driving. I’m not so sure about the vapor yet. Aside from the fact that Batgirl gave me something flavored with mint, which should deter the smoking as it did for her, I’m not liking it one bit and it’s deterring me from using the vapor. Inhaling that shit is way different than smoking a cigarette too. Cigarettes don’t make me cough. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true.

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It’s times like this that I wish I hadn’t lit up that clove 30 years ago, or that there was some magic cure to either make me stop the horrible habit or keep me from getting cancer. Hell, I’d like that last bit anyway, since cancer loves my family so much.

On Thursday, I had an appointment with my doctor, who stuck a bunch of pins in my ears during my acupuncture session. I’m telling you, she’s trying to turn me into Pinhead from Hellraiser. I will say, however, that I calmed down a lot after that session because Thursday was starting to feel like Wednesday, and that wasn’t a good sign. Friday, so far, is just meh. The weekend is going to be the killer. When I’m not smoking, I don’t leave the house, and when I don’t leave the house, I’m not getting fresh air, which in turn gives me a headache.

Yes, I know, smoking is not an excuse for getting fresh air and totally contradicts the effort. I never said I was rational. Nor is smoking or any addiction.

I’ve got to figure out what to do to replace the time I spent smoking–not the actual time, but the action. I plan on doing a lot of design work this weekend and that generally keeps me busy. I guess we’ll see how it goes.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because that way you can hold me accountable, if you feel up to it. That actually works on me. My doctor has used it regarding my workouts. It’s sad, I know. It hits that part of me that has trouble lying right in the gut. I don’t even bother trying to lie because I’ll just feel like shit after and what’s the point of that? I don’t like feeling like shit.

It is now Sunday night and I’ve just sat through the bestest episode of Game of Thrones yet that has me wanting to jump up and sing to the world….but I won’t give any spoilers here if you haven’t seen it yet.

I’d feared the first weekend of my non-smoking dreadfully, but to my great surprise, it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. Although, my Blu died. That fucker is D-E-A-D. It won’t hold a charge any longer, so I’m stuck with the vapor….and so I ordered four different flavors on Saturday. I should have them by the end of next week. I can deal with the mint crap that long. My workout yesterday was amazing, as in I could breathe, as in I hit the 30 minutes without realizing it because I felt great. I even added weights because I realized that nothing  I did was doing anything to help work my arms and shoulders. Squats are getting a bit easier, and let me tell you, it’s awesome for me to say that because I loathe squats.

This–the feeling great–is what makes this all worth it and this is what I remind myself of every time that urge to smoke a cigarette hits me. This is what I keep telling myself, that I can do this, that while yes I absolutely want to sit outside and have a smoke or three, it’s not worth stealing my breath and my energy and my strength. Have I mentioned how much damn energy I’ve had this weekend? Holy shit!

To my friends out there who have taken this arduous journey ahead of me, thank you. Because of you, I made a decision, and because of you, I was given the means to see it through.

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I’m Already Here

…so I can just change my contract, right?

helpdesk1Friday, April 4th, I had an impromptu interview with the Director of my ginormous department because I had applied to have my contract changed to the full year one. Right now, I’m on the same schedule as the students, and that’d be great to have summers off if I had a way to replace the income I’m going to lose by taking nine weeks off. I’d love the summers off. It’d give me time to write and work on building Just Ink Press.

Alas, I kind of need the paycheck. Which sucks. But hey, it’s not like the summers at the help desk are busy, so I should be able to work on a few things anyway. I’ll just still have to wake up at 5:30am, and that, my darling minions, bites. Like a motherfucker.

So I was sitting at my desk when my boss walks up.

Bossman: “Are you on the phone?”

Me: “No.”

Bossman: “Log out and come with me.”

Me: “Why?”

Bossman: “Just do it.”

Me: *logs out and stands* “Why, where are we going?”

Bossman: “Don’t worry about it. Just come on.” *walks away*

Me: *follows* “What’s going on?”

Bossman: “You’re getting an interview with the Director.”

Me: “WHAT? I’m not dressed for an interview!”

Bossman: “Shh! It’ll be all right.”

Me: “Oh my God.”

So I walked into the Director’s office and sat down to wait for him. The Director felt it better to just get the interview over with than have me stress about it all weekend, which I wouldn’t have. At least I would have been prepared, which I told him.

Me: “You didn’t see me in my last interview. I had notes all spread out. I had cheat sheets!”

Director: “Really?”

Me: “Yes!”

Director: *laughs* “Don’t worry about it.”

And so, there I was in jeans, t-shirt, flip-flops, and my ASU hoodie (he went to U of A), looking at him like “seriously?” Which was actually the first word out of my mouth with the first question: How would you explain the internet to a kindergartner?

Me: “I’m not a small kid person. I’m more of a teenager person.”

Director: *laughs* “Okay, but really, how would you explain it?”

Me: “I don’t know. It’s like talking on the phone….which is how it started anyway!”

Director: *laughs again* Okay, that works.

One question I apparently answered better than the technicians he’d interviewed. HA! Yeah, I could do that job too, and it pays more, but I don’t want it.

Last question was “Why do you think you’d be good for this position?”

Me: “I’m already here.”

He laughed. I laughed. We’re good. I get my contract.

Go me!

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Sneak Peek: ASSASSIN, Take 3

Sexy-Lips-The next night is Girls’ Night Out, and boy do I ever need it. Killian’s not happy that I’m running off with the girls, but he gets it. Sometimes, you just need a night out with your friends.

Once the last gal—Lillian—climbs into our rented limo, we’re off, and I sigh heavily because my best friend decided to stay home. Clancy attempted to coerce the preggo, but she refused to budge on the matter. I think it bummed him out because he probably wanted to hang out with Killian. So for tonight, the lineup is me, Alanna, Kennadi, Lillian, Jada, and Echo sans Katy. I think they’re having a fight or something. Echo isn’t her usual chipper self.

I pass the bottle of Jameson to Lillian and she takes a swig. “Where the fuck were you last time?”

She flushes, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. “I had plans already before you told me.”

Alanna turns to her. “What the hell is more important than your friends?”

“I bet it’s Brennan,” pipes up Kennadi. “Isn’t that Clancy’s brother? Damn, the handsome genes in that family are strong. They got any cousins?”

Now Lillian’s cheeks are red. “I don’t know.”

“So it was Brennan,” I say. “That boy better be fucking amazing in bed for you to pass up Girls’ Night.”

Lillian  just blushes and tries to hide her face.

“Where’s Nemy?” Kennadi asks, a smirk on her face and one brow raised.

“That’s different,” I say. “She’s about to pop that little girl out. Oh, that reminds me, we need to do a baby shower soon. I’ll set it up and all you bitches better show up.”

They nod one by one, and the bottle makes its way back to me.

“Where are you gonna have it?” Alanna asks. “Your place?”

“I was thinking that, yeah,” I reply. “Why?”

She shrugs. “Maybe we could have it at her place, and work with Clancy on decorating and getting her out of the house for a bit. That way she’s at home and comfortable.”

I blink and everyone in the limo is staring at Lan. Thing is, Alanna is one tough bitch, and it has nothing to do with her looks. She’s got that handsome girl thing going on, but she’s by no means ever been girly. To hear the soft sentiment come out of her is no less than shocking.

“What?” she says.

My eyelashes flutter. “Nothing. That’s a great idea, Lan. I just think we’re all a little stunned by the nurturing shit.”

“Fuck you all.” She crosses her arms over her ample chest and leans back in her seat. “Maybe I just felt bad for making her cry yesterday, and I don’t wanna do that again.”

“You made Nemy cry?” Echo shrieks. God, that girl is so dramatic sometimes. “What the hell for?”

“Yeah, Alanna,” Kennadi says. “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” She slumps in her seat and pouts.

“Oi, she really didn’t mean to,” I say to try to stifle the building animosity toward her. “It was an accident and Nemy’s overly emotional lately.”

“Like how overly emotional?” Kennadi asks with a raised brow. “You know I can’t stand that girly-girl shit.”

“None of us can, Kennadi, so just deal with it,” I command. “This is Nemy we’re talking about.”

“If she’s crying at the fucking drop of a hat, I can’t handle it,” she replies.

“She’s not,” Lan says. “Her A.D.D. is way worse, though.” She laughs. “Like holy fucking hell bad.”

“That’s the damn truth,” I say. “She changed topics like five times in one breath.”

“Jesus,” Lillian says, and Alanna nods.

“So don’t worry your pretty little asses about it,” I continue. “She’ll be fine.”

“I don’t even know what to get her,” Kennadi says.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something wholly inappropriate,” I reply.

She gets a sparkle in her eye and grins. “Damn straight.”

“I know what to get her,” Jada says softly. Girl is still meek as hell and it’s been damn near a year since we got her away from that bastard. Of course, him disappearing and dying helped a lot, but she’s still clinging to the devastation. Don’t blame her one bit. Getting over a man beating on you takes time, if ever. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a man hit me, and the first one that does will find himself at the bottom of one of the many abandoned mine shafts that litter the Arizona deserts.