Showing posts with label ThatGirlTyson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ThatGirlTyson. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A New Beginning

There is nothing more invigorating than a blank page. A fresh start. This new beginning.

And I'm not just talking about starting a new book, even though that really is one of the best feelings in the world. Until you reach about ten thousand words and realize you have no idea where the thing is heading.

It's a new year. People will be making resolutions. Trust me, my Facebook feed is already overwhelmed with how many people will be changing this year.

I will no longer be calling this resolutions. Let's just say what they really are. Tasks. Jobs. Chores. Because people don't like doing them. In fact, if I may be so bold, it seems people hate doing them.

It's always the same three things, too. Eat healthier, quit smoking and exercise. These are the most important changes people can think of at this time of year. While it is all fine and dandy that you want to be the best you that you can be, I think things need to start on the inside. With the heart. No, I am not talking about cholesterol. I am talking about love.

Just be nicer. Sweeter. Kinder. Lovelier.

And maybe patienter. (I totally didn't think that was a word!)

I guarantee if you drop the negativity and woe is me attitude, if you leave behind the regrets, what-ifs, and blame placing, you will notice a difference in all facets of your life. Inside and outside. And it will make the world a better place. Just put the drink down and do a good deed, big or small, it doesn't matter. Goodness begets goodness.

I'm not saying your non-smoking, skinnier self won't make Earth more enjoyable, and perhaps lengthen your life, I'm just saying you should mind your manners and stop moaning about how horrible your life is, especially on Facebook. I get tired of hiding your whiny status updates.

Really, in the grand scheme of things, how bland your meal at the Swiss Chalet was means very little to me. To put it bluntly, it registers a big fat zero on the what's note worthy scale. And we also don't need weather updates. One, a lot of us probably don't live near you and, if we do, we know what the weather is already like. Complaining about it won't change it. Last time I checked, Mother Nature wasn't on your Facebook. And if she was, she'd just laugh at you.

Oh, and you don't need fireworks and a noise maker to make this happen.

Every day is a blank page. A fresh start. The new beginning you've been so desperately craving.

Now, onto more important things. Remember how, two posts ago, I said I was entertaining the idea of taking note of one thing I am grateful for each and every day of this year. Well, it's a green light on that one. So, let's kick this thing off in true Tyson fashion with my dog. Oliver.

Yeah, that's right. I am grateful for this guy:


He's a jerk some of the time, but for the most part he's a lovely little guy with a face I just can't get over. My Instagram is riddled with pictures of him. He makes my life a lot happier. And every time I wake up next to him, the day starts on the right foot.

So there, day one, done. 364 more to go.

This may have been a mistake.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

There I Am

Posting on someone else's blog.

Well, not just someone else. Jane Alexander.

This beautiful woman asked me to do a guest post on her blog. Don't ask me why. I'm not too sure. I can only assume it's because her cheese has slipped off her cracker. Kidding. Of course.

Regardless, I jumped at the chance and you can find it here. 


Please feel free to stop on over and comment, share, retweet, subscribe to her blog.

Now, a bit about Jane.

As of late, I've been mulling existence. Not just my life, but our lives and the Earth and what exactly my path is. It's still confusing at times, but with the help of other people I've allowed myself to fall into line of where I'm supposed to be and relax.

Jane is one of those people who often posts blogs that completely align with what I'm thinking about. Where I'm at. And where I want to be.

I was reading this article about thoughts. How as soon as we think a thought, it's put forth into the world and someone else picks it up. If this is real, I swear Jane often picks up my thoughts and vice versa. That said, she's a woman I admire greatly and I'm honoured to be featured on her blog.

Go check it out. Again, you'll find it here.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Charlie Sheen

Not to beat a dead horse, but this blog is about Charlie Sheen.

Yes, I already did a vlog on my odd little crush on him last week, but does that mean the man shouldn't have a little bit more love?

Oh, before we continue. Let me take a moment here to encourage you to watch my quirky little videos. Also, try subscribing to my channel on YouTube. I'm building a following. Or so I like to tell myself.

Actually, funny story, on Facebook today, I changed my status to "I'm not building a following, I am perfecting my cult". Of course, this was a joke. For there will be no chicken sacrificing or Kool-Aid drinking. I promise.

Anyways, off subject.

My friend Noelle sent me a link to a new commercial Charlie Sheen is in. When I watched it, I giggled. Mostly because, he's poking fun at himself. I love a man who can take a joke and doesn't mind being the butt end of one. That said, in my vlog, which you should have watched by now, I stated Charlie's best acting role was in Platoon. Why is this funny or note-worthy?

Well, it goes hand-in-hand with the commercial. I'm only posting it here for a laugh. I like to amuse the masses. And by masses, I mean my followers. And by my followers, I mean you.

xoxox

Thursday, October 13, 2011

On Being Cool

I've never been cool.

I doubt I ever will be cool.

But I know cool when I see it.

This is cool:

Sunday, September 11, 2011

When To Defend

As a writer, I know it's always a good idea to be humble. More than anyone else, I am aware of how much I can grow, the potential I have, and the need to be open minded with what others tell me. I do not know everything--that actually was a bit painful to type out--and when it comes to my writing, I know I can improve...a lot. (I have a feeling this is going to be a painful blog for me)

The truth is, there is no 'perfect' writing.

There isn't! Not even Cormac McCarthy or Bret Easton Ellis are perfect.

It isn't because they have editors who comb over their work looking for mistakes and plot holes. No, it's because someone, somewhere won't like what they create. Someone, somewhere will always have something negative to say about whatever they pen.

There are some authors I think are the bee's knees. Authors like Christopher Moore and Chuck Palahniuk can do no wrong, in my opinion. But other people hate them. Other people despise them. Can you believe that? It's true! I'm not making it up.

We, as human beings, have this little thing called an opinion. It's really an annoying thing--well, when other people are battering you with their own. You see, one person might tell you to do something one way, like wear your hair in pigtails, and another person might tell you to do it a completely different way, like a beehive. (Actually, if anyone tells you to wear your hair in either of these fashions and it isn't for a themed party or sexy times in the sack, don't listen to them.)

But, in the big picture, it's nice to be open to other people's opinions, their expertise and advice. From time-to-time, what they have to say might actually benefit you. This can be applied to many things in life, like what route is the fastest way home from the football game when you've downed a badder buster soda and the three 'everything' hot dogs you scarfed in the last twenty minutes of the game just aren't sitting quite right.

Sometimes, in instances like that, we welcome the advice. We embrace it. It's good to do this. It's good to accept what other people are saying is right. And it's healthy to concede and be wrong.

But, and here is the big old but, you have to be prepared for the consequences if they are wrong. Like when there's roadwork on the bridge of the 'faster' route home and you end up...Well, let's just say those hot dogs aren't going to wait for the construction crew to wave you through, if you know what I mean.

So, to review, it's good to trust other people, but you have to be prepared to suffer if they are wrong and everything backfires (Taking into consideration the 'hot dog' example, this is kind of gross). Now, you're probably sitting there thinking, "Okay, what are you getting at, Blondie?"

Well, here we go...

Just like knowing when to fold them, you have to know when to hold them. Sometimes, you are right--probably not as much as you think though-- and in these instances you have to be able to defend yourself. To use a cliche, you have to know when to put your foot down.

Especially when it comes to your writing.
Oh, it's a writing blog! Suddenly, you're more interested. You lean closer to your monitors and eagerly read on. (Or so I imagine.)

Writing is a form of art. Just like painting or playing the cello, it takes talent and work, it takes tenacity. It also takes knowing your art form to turn out something you're proud of. This is where you need to know what you are willing to cut, cull, bend, re-write and twist and what you aren't. You have to know when you don't want to change something integral to your story. Most importantly, you need to understand why you don't want to change it and how to defend yourself if there is backlash from it.

Anyone who has participated in the on-line writing community cicuit knows how ridiculous people can get when giving their opinions. You hear things like, "Agents hate it when..." or "Publishers won't take you on if...". It's a bit out of control, to be honest. People will tell you to change your characters names, the location it is set, how graphic a violent scene is, whether or not you use too many speech tags, to ditch the head hopping, and to consider a pen name because yours really isn't all that writerly.

Most recently, I have had people tell me to rewrite the novel I have posted on Authonomy so it is in past tense. Yes, the whole novel. And, no, they weren't joking. Apparently, agents hate first person present tense and won't pick it up, ever, never, not in a million years!

But, this just happens to be something I'm not willing to bend on. If an agent or publisher asked me to do this, I might consider it, but as it is, I like the tense of my novel and will be keeping it as such. I've gone to the mat a few times over this issue with people who think they are a spokesperson for agents and publishers everywhere. The truth is, I've even been called names over defending my tense (shocking!) and, even worse, told the only reason I won't do it is because I'm afraid of the work involved. 

PLEASE! I love work. Work is my middle name! I'd rewrite all my books if I thought it would land me a fancy pants agent or big shiney contract. Rewriting isn't the issue. Changing my book for someone who read three paragraphs and who has never worked in the industry is my issue.

Also, not too long ago, I had an agency interested in Seeking Eleanor, but they wanted me to rewrite the book in first person to get into Eleanor's head more. The issue I had? The book is predominately from Devon's point of view (third person limited). How could I possibly write the book from Eleanor's POV when she isn't present for half the stuff? It made no sense. And so, I passed on the agency and Eleanor is sitting on my hard-drive, collecting dust. But I feel good over defending what I thought was best for my piece of 'art'. Because, in the end, it is MY art. No one else's. And once it's out there, in the world, I want to be proud of it. Not doubting it.

The hard, cold truth is: Pussies Don't Get Published.

And yes, you can quote me on that.

You need a backbone. You need balls. You need drive. And you need to know when to say 'yay' and when to say 'nay'.

Know when to defend yourself and when to acquiesce and say, "Okay, teach me."

This is, I feel, the most important thing in the industry we are so striving to break out in.

Don't settle. Know your art. And my favourite, 'Stay true to what you do.'

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Just Slightly Off

I have tons to say, but am unable to put it into words today.

Isn't that interesting?

It's as though I am just slightly off.

I've been listening to a song on repeat for a couple hours, hoping for some inspiration.

None has arrived. And so, this week, it seems, I leave you without any That Girl Tyson.

The song has put me in the oddest of moods. Part melancholy and part happiness.

Heart-breakingly beautiful.

Friday, February 11, 2011

I'm All Heart

Just like Cuba Gooding Jr.'s character said in Jerry Maguire, I'm all heart, Mother Fucker! I love the love. Sure it's icky and creepy and weird at times, but for the most part, there's nothing better than feeling adored. In order to bring my dedicated watchers a super star awesome Valentine's Day, I have thrown together a video of tips that will help them through this ever-so exciting day.

Feel the love. Love the love. Subscribe to my vlog. Comment. Love love love.




Speaking of Jerry Maguire, remember the cute (sort of really annoying) kid in it? He's like 18 now. Here's a picture:


I feel kinda dirty looking at it. I mean, he needs to do up those buttons.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Dirty, Stinkin', Animal Lovin' Hippy!

There are few things that enrage me. Ignorance is number one.

Yesterday, a guy I've talked to all but a handful of times popped up on my Facebook chat. It was the usual pleasantries, the ones I so hate to exchange, and then I was walloped up the head with a comment that made me angry. He so casually mentioned that my eco-friendly subject matter on my vlog makes him want to pull his teeth out. As does my accent.

Well, the accent is one thing. I can't change it. I'm not going to start talking with an Irish or English accent just because a couple can't stand the way I say 'about' or how I tack 'eh?' onto the end of random sentences.

But then I got to thinking about all my Eco-Friendly subject matter. And really, asides from mentioning I was vegan like twice and maybe mentioning that we should try to clean up the Earth a bit. I haven't really focused on anything related to the environment. For the most part, I've kept it light and airy. Easy, breezy and beautiful...and yet, I am not a cover girl.

Then, something else dawned on me. It delivered a big ole WTF? moment.

For some reason, I felt a little dirty about being an eco-friendly female. Why is that?

And this isn't the first time it's happened. I often get called a modern day hippy, which also gets me going. At first I thought I was offended by being called these things. But after looking at the whole picture, I realized I am a eco-friendly modern day hippy, so why should I be irate. Then I though maybe it was my hatred for labels. I am not defined by my decision to not eat meat or recycle or support women's rights, and so I do not call myself a vegan environmental feminist. In the end, that was a long shot...and so off base. The anger didn't come from the label or the name calling, it came from the attitudes of the people.

It came from the inflection of tone, the lift of their lip into a sneer, the roll of their eyes. It came from the fact that they automatically dislike those qualities. It came from the fact that, in their eyes, these things are annoying, pathetic and an inconvenience.

It came from their ignorance.

They think I'm going to sit them down and lecture them about all the reasons they shouldn't eat meat or what their children are going to have deal with in 2050. I have better things to do with my time.

They think I hold myself higher than everyone else because I don't eat dairy or because I shop second hand. Those things have nothing to do with why I hold myself higher! ;-)

They think I love animals more than them and want to seclude myself in a forest without all their stupidity. Well, that's true.

To be honest, I've only ever answered questions people have. I don't think I've ever lectured anyone about anything. Except good music vs bad music. I keep to myself. I live my life the way I want to live it, and I don't force myself on others.

But when did being a hippy become a bad thing?

Oh, those stupid hippies who want to live in a world without unnecessary suffering, who don't want war, who want everyone to get along and have a love-in. DAMN THEM!

Huh?

If you ask me, this world could use a few more hippies.

And then I posted a vlog about Animal Rights and being a decent person because I'm a dirty, stinkin', animal lovin' hippy!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sensitive Writer Syndrome

The Sensitive Writer Syndrome is a common, and complex, disorder. While there are writers who claim they don't get 'upset' or 'take to heart' the critiques they receive, I sometimes have to wonder how honest they are being with themselves.

Not too long ago, I claimed to be one of these people. But over the last couple of months, I've really noticed how easily swayed I am by others views. Not consciously, of course. But all it take is a passing remark by someone to plant the seed of doubt.

And, as we all know, doubt can be a rather savage creature.

Second guessing myself and my writing because of other people is new to me. That's not to say I never questioned it or put to the side something I wasn't sure on. No, it's just saying I never did it because of what someone else might have said.

Oh dear. This is making me sound like a spineless jellyfish without a thick skin. That is not the case. Whenever you put yourself out in public whether that be through blog, vlog, twitter, facebook, Authonomy, Write On, or SlushPile Reader, you open yourself up for criticism. Everyone who's been along for my journey knows I've received plenty of criticism. And a lot of it does roll of my back, but sometimes, certain things stick.

Usually, it's the certain things said by certain people.

Up until the last year and a half, I didn't have an audience. It took awhile to adjust to it. After over 700 comments on Seeking Eleanor on Authonomy, I understood my writing isn't for everyone. Someone will always hate it. And you cannot please everyone. These are wonderful things to come to terms with, because once you do you can relax a little and just shrug it off.

I think I've adapted rather well.

Here's the tough part. No matter what sort of writer you are, whether you only plan on writing one book or you have three completed and working on your forth, it's personal. It is your idea, your time, your energy, and, in some cases, your blood, sweat and tears. It's hard not to be sensitive about it. And while we may grin and bear it, there are times that it really gets us down. And that's when the SWS comes into play.

Sensitive Writer Syndrome can strike at the most inopportune times. It could be on the third round of edits or the thirty-sixth 'not for me' rejection. It might do a sneaky ninja attack in the middle of the night and prevent you from sleeping. Hell, it might even show up when you're sitting on the toilet really regretting eating that second extra-spicy bean burrito from the dive Mexican place around the corner. The tricky part of this affliction is one never knows how long it will stay for, how debilitating it may be, or when it will go away. Sometimes it never goes away.

The key for all writers in regards to SWS is to understand your own version of it. Like a compliment, a complaint will render different actions from the person receiving it. All sorts of things come into play. Who said it? How they said it? When they said it? How detailed they are?

For example, while Jackie O'Mackie, the writer of Gothic literature, doesn't care if her friend Betsy Boom rips her work apart, she becomes an emotional basket case if her own mother says anything negative about it. And, quiet the opposite, Peter BoBeater, a writer with a penchant for creating silly little children's books, hates it when his wife Lena mentions his horrible punctuation, but is perfectly happy with his own mother's pedantic ways.

See how it can differ from person to person.

While I did make those examples up, shocking I know, I can only shed light for you on my own version of SWS, because it is rather unique.

Once my work is in completed form, the ending finished and at the stage where I start my edits, I am open to anything anyone says to me. This is not where my Sensitive Writer Syndrome comes into play. No, mine exists before the novel has been completed.

Up until this last year and a half, I didn't have an audience. I didn't have people who showed an interest in reading my work, least of all while I was actually in the middle of writing it. But now, I have people clamouring (that's so the wrong word) to read my work. They ask me to post snippets. They question what I am working on. And they seem excited about the idea of reading it.

This is where my back goes up now.

When I am in the middle of crafting something, I think that idea is amazing. It's all I am focused on. I eat breathe and sleep it. It consumes me. Literally, devouring me until I get it all out and can get back to my life. And so, when someone shows interest in reading what I have started I get a little thrill. But what accompanies this thrill is my SWS.

If I opt to let someone read my work at this stage I run the risk of being derailed.

This is something I know.

Depending on the reaction I get back, I could completely give up on the story. It could be something little, like the person suggesting I write it from a different POV. It could be something big, like someone saying they didn't like it and it had no substance. It could be something ridiculous, like someone not being as excited as I think they should be. And it could be something hurtful, like someone saying it's cliched and expected.

I know these are just their opinions. For the most part, I don't even want to take them into consideration! Especially when I know they are unprecedented and foolish. I mean, they are on a piece of work that isn't done! How could it be cliched and expected, they don't even know what's to come! And yet, still they bother. They plant that pea-sized seed of doubt, and that pea feels like a mountain when I sleep on it at night.

I love feedback on my work in progress. Wait...that's not clear enough. I love helpful feedback on my work in progress. Wait...that's not enough either. My Sensitive Writer Syndrome loves helpful and constructive feedback on my work in progress.

It's really easy for me to be derailed when I am in the middle of writing a novel. That's a unique characteristic to my disorder. I think I am a better writer for recognizing the traits of my special brand of SWS. And I think others would be better off knowing the nature of their own beasts, because there are things we can do to curb it.

We could avoid the things that flare our SWS up...because, like Herpes, it's never going to fully go away. Or we can face it. To be honest, I'm not going to stop letting people read my material, even though that's exactly what my urge is to do. What I am going to do? Cultivate a smaller group of people whose opinions I value. Try not to take to heart the comments I receive from the peanut gallery. And try with all my might to finish the things I start, and not allow myself to be derailed.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Today Is A Big Day!

Not only did I post my 20th vlog. But I got my first negative comment!

So awesome!

I am actually surprised I didn't get it sooner.

I mean, my voise is like nails on a chalkboard. It's one of the reasons I decided to do this!

In this week's vlog, I opted to spread some love for America, which seems to be getting walloped upside the head recently. I bet whoever decided to give Sarah Palin a platform to talk to people is really regretting it.

Here's my technology woes.

I got a new camera that is all fancy pants and fun, but it outputs Mp4s and the editing program I used to use couldn't edit this format.

I tried editing in a different program, but it was all jery and weird. I need a great editing program that will blow my mind and be awesome to use. I need an editing program that can edit mp4s.

Any advice?

I am tired of compressing it and messing with the quality.

Any advice would be greatly appreciate.

Here's the vlog...

Friday, January 7, 2011

Baby, It's Cold Outside!

Here is the new Vlog:



*Also, if you're reading this, I am hoping to reach 100 subscribers on my Vlog. If you could subscribe you would make a weird, Canadian chick (me) really happy*

Friday, December 3, 2010

Twenty Things I've Learned

I'm sure I've learned more than 20 things in my duration on Earth, but these are the most important ones. Have a good weekend!

Friday, November 26, 2010

Ants, Rants, And No Pants

Well, I am wearing pants...so that's a little bit of a lie. Regardless, we have made it through another week and on this wonderful day which we call Fri, I get to post my Vlog. How exciting for all of you. I talk about my birthday and ants and busts.

Busts on bust.

Hope you enjoy the six minutes we have together.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

Whew! I Made It

Thank goodness it's Friday. To be honest, this week was a bit of a pissa. And in truth, I am glad it is over. My body longs for a nap, my head would love to be cleared, and my WIP MC is silent (which isn't actually a good thing, because I want to finish the book) Discouraged with writing, vlogging, and everything else I put my hands on this week, I was pleased to see the week end.

I am sure next week will be better. For example, I won't delete my vlog files. I will finish my WIP. And I won't have to spend 9 hours cleaning my house. Things shall return to normal. If they don't, I have a feeling my vlogs will get increasingly more loopy...Currently, they are at moderate loop...and the loop-o-meter needle is flicking to the top. Hopefully after two wonderful days of rest, I will be back to regular Tyson by Monday. I promise I will deliver a Melodic Monday as well.

The grumpiness has faded. A little blueness remains, but I still did my part and delievered a vlog for the masses. This Ain't No John Hughes Movie went live this morning. You can view it here. And I would appreciate you passing it along through FB and Twitter that would be AWESOMENESS!

Enjoy!

Friday, October 8, 2010

Just A Little Crush

Vlog days are not only fun, but they teach people important things, like what a weenis is. Watch the video to see today's vlog! YAY!


Friday, September 24, 2010

Badass Zombies & Not So Tough Vampires

Guess what day it is? It is Friday, which means it is VlogDay Friday! Woot Woot.
I procrastinated the hell out of this video this week, and I promise myself it won't happen again, because it kept me up beyond lade and woke me up earlier than need be today.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to meet the lovely, and very talented, Shoshanna! For all of you who know who she is, she was everything I dreamed of and move. ;)

This week I refelct, and rant, on Zombies and what vampires used to be.

Here it is, enjoy!

And BRRRRAAAIIIINNNNSSS!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Vlog Day Is Here!

Out on the rain dampened streets, a hush runs through the crowds. People exchange glances. The masses wait with some sort of expectations. Is today the day? One person shrugs, another says, "Wot, 'ow am I supposed to know?" and from the back someone says, "Could we be mistaken?" A child appears on the cobblestone walk with a bell in his hand. He rings it twice and says, "It's here! It's here! Vlog Day has arrived!" And the people cheer. The men kiss the women, the women slap the men who kissed them, and sailors the world over rejoice. The crowd celebrates with wine and salmon and freshly baked scones.

Or something similar to that.

I never thought this day would arrive! Correction - I hoped this day would never arrive. Ah, kidding. I have posted my first Vlog! You can find it on YouTube under my awesome name ThatGirlTyson...or you can click the link below!


Comments and subscriptions are not only welcome but expected! xo

P.S - Next Vlog will have less ummming and fidgeting, that's a promise. And when I make a promise, I deliver.