Kicking Out the Z

My blog has a new title, Author, Elisabeth Crisp. After a lifetime of typing a Z, it’s hard to make my fingers type an S. From the beginning I planned to purchase a domain. Marketers claim it’s best to have your name followed by dot com. It’s my name that’s been the hold up. Elizabeth (with a z) Crisp dot com is owned by a real estate agent in Georgia. My legal name is so common that it’s already used by another romance writer.

Last Thursday, I looked at my list of goals for the year, and buy a web domain was still unchecked, so I bit the bullet. I’ve never been fond of alternate spellings, but I like the way the S in Elisabeth matches the S in Crisp. In big block letters (like on the cover of a book) it stands out:

Elisabeth

Crisp

I feel like a middle school girl practicing my signature. It has nothing to do with actually writing a book, but it’s done. I’m marking it off my list. If you’re reading via RSS feed, please update to the new address:  http://elisabethcrisp.com/


No News Is Good News: Part 2

Day Four

Tonight, Bacon watched the NBC Nightly News with Lester Holt. I had to look up his last name. I could remember Lester, but Holt escaped me. This is strange because I grew up playing with the children of the western movie star, Tim Holt (The Treasure of the Sierra Madre). And, I’m friends with a writer who’s pen name is Desiree Holt (romantic erotica). Anyway, Bacon watched Lester, so to get out of the house, I watered the tomato plants. Here are photos of the fall garden. So far, so good. I wrote three pages today.

 Sure Fire Tomatoes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yellow Squash

 

Day Five

Today, I cheated.  I logged on to NYT.com and read Maureen Dowd. I couldn’t resist Aaron Sorkin channeling West Wing’s Jed Bartlet (who was not giving advice to Barack Obama). Did it make me feel better? No. It didn’t feel as good as sneaking chocolate almond ice cream in the middle of a diet. Instead, I thought, Snark? Is that all? I know there’s more to life than this.

Day Six

NBC’s Brian Williams is on television in the other room. I cheated a little yesterday, but I’m back on the wagon. The bad thing about the news is that someone other than the viewer is deciding what’s important. I realize it’s impossible to present everything, but how often do I turn on the tube and can’t find a single thing about Asia or Africa?

Today, while waiting at a red light, I watched a woman training a seeing-eye dog. She was teaching the dog to show her where to push the button for the crossing signal. It was fascinating to watch how quickly the dog learned the command, and how he was able to take the person’s hand to the button. In the course of one traffic signal, the lesson was learned. The dog got a treat.

I’m not as well prepared as the dog. I’m still looking for the off button on the remote.

Day Seven

After a week of newslessness, I’m less informed, but more hopeful. I confess. I know nothing about the Wall Street bailouts, but I’ve set new writing goals, and I’m working toward them. Denying myself a media fix hasn’t made me give up my obsession, but it has reminded me to focus on people, places, and things where I can have an impact.


No News Is Good News: Part 1

Day One

I took the news folder completely off my computer’s bookmark bar last night.  Wow! That was foresight. I’m sure I’d have clicked over this morning. Here’s something I didn’t think about: the NYT summary is delivered to my email.  First thing this morning, it downloaded. I closed my eyes and hit delete.

One of the things I promised myself was I’d work on the WIP for at least 15 minutes before 10:00 a.m. I did it. In fact, I had more than 10 new pages before noon. I celebrated with a shopping trip to The Gap where I purchased new Yoga pants. It rained this morning, and I froze to death walking in the park in jean shorts. It’s fall in San Antonio–at least for today.

Day Two

It was easier to avoid the major news outlets this morning, but since checking my blog is not illegal, I’m tempted to peak at the media blogs on the wordpress.com dashboard. Specifically, Mudflats is hard to avoid. It’s the Alaskan Anti-Sarah blog. I haven’t clicked over, but I’m curious as to why she cancelled her appearances for the day. Gotta keep writing. I can’t stop to contemplate.

I’m prolific on the WIP. I had no idea how I was going to connect the events I’m writing about, but I managed five pages this morning. Bacon was correct. Canceling the entire block I was spending on CNN and Talking Points Memo has opened doors to a new world.

I took the girls to their first Chinese lesson of the school year. While Cherry and Coco sat at Lao Shi’s kitchen table reciting their numbers and colors in Chinese, I sat on the couch, reading a book and petting Lucky, the Jack Russell Terrier. The first thing I saw was the San Antonio Express-News. I admit it. I grabbed the front page, ready to devour the latest from the Associated Press. Then, I read the date on the masthead, Tuesday, September 16, 2008. I read it already! I ditched the newspaper to read my book.

Day Three

I spent most of the day at a writer’s workshop. It’s amazing to me, now that I think about it, how no one talks about news in polite company. Speaking about politics is almost a taboo. I’m positive my friends think I’m awful when I talk about the economy.

At 6:00 p.m. I felt chills up and down my arms. Jackie Ortiz’s voice wafted through my house. Jackie is the local NBC affiliate’s weekend anchor. Almost as soon as I recognized her voice, Bacon’s trigger-finger flipped the channel. He was back to watching three college football games at the same time. 

To Be Continued


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