I preordered a Kindle 3 with wifi and 3g, and I was browsing the Kindle store and saw that Karen Hancock's LIGHT OF EIDON (which I have in paperback, and prolly you do, too) is free for Kindle. And the rest of the novels in the series are quite reasonably priced. So, if you have not read this fantasy series yet, here's a chance to read the first novel without paying a penny.
If you have a Kindle, well, there ya go.
If you don't, simply download Kindle For PC (easy to do from Amazon, even a techdweebo like me did it).
Man, I get so bummed when I read about suicides. I know that just holding on really does make a huge difference. I've been on that brink severeal times. I spent good chunks of my life considering suicide, starting at the age of 9. I didn't know when I was 9 that I was a depressive. I know now at age 50--turned the big Five Oh a week ago--that yes, I had serious depressive issues since around age 7, which is really weird to consider. One doesn't think of young kids as depressed, right? Being sickly didn't help, and I wonder if the medications I took (including steroids) didn't just make it all blossom into a black, black flowering tree that will not be uprooted no matter how much I pray.
I was a kid when I first saw Walter Koenig as Chekhov. Because to this day I have a huge love and soft spot for the original STAR TREK and its cast, I felt a particular pang contemplating the horrible, horrible grief Mr. K and his family is dealing with. I am so sorry for them. I had to switch off the news video of his address to the press, cause his face was too painful for me to watch for more than a minute.
I wish his son had felt like I did at every moment when I was on the brink and I could NOT do it, could NOT ultimately complete the task, only because the image of my parents (later my parents and my husband) having to deal with the aftermath. My mother's devastated cries. My father's silent sorrow. I could see it, and it stopped me. That images kept me from slitting my wrists or overdosing on multiple prescription medications or walking suddenly in front of the multiple buses and trucks that went past the busy streets of our neighborhood. I once was at the top of the Empire State and though, ah, this might be good, I could fly for a bit before dying. So much for a cheerful tourist stop. But those images of mom and dad and later my Toots stopped me. More than once. I wish Walter's son had his father's grieving face so clearly in his mind that he would have stopped and checked himself into a clinic. So sad.
And jhow sad about Marie Osmand's son, also a suicide. I like Marie. I like her big toothy smile and perkiness. I remember the dorkily endearing quality of her show with her brother, both very likable human beings. You never want nice folks to have to suffer, but there she must be, her heart a shredded thing today.
I am in the "whew, missed that bullet" stage, cause my body almost took me down into the pit again late last year. I've had a negatively affected mood and motivation, but I have not suffered a full-fledged dip into the darkness. Thank God for this mercy.
If I had a prayer today for depressed folks it's this: that they would just hang on until something joyful slits the darkness; that they would see the faces of their beloveds in their minds so distinctly and intensely that the step out a window or the noose around the neck would be unthinkable just one more day, and then one more day, and one more...
I'm really excited about the possibilities of the Apple tablet that's supposed to be unveiled later this month. I haven't been able to read much of anything other than quick-read graphic novels or online stuff I can pump up to 20+ font. My severe allergy/sensitivities to anything ON MY FACE means I've had to give up (mostly) using reading glasses and wearing earrings. I turn into an oozing alligator.
The LASIK helped a lot, as I didn't have to wear glasses every waking moment to sese. I only need them to read, basically, or do close work (threading needles, filing nails, pedicure, etc). My face has healed a lot, therefore, from the mess it was from my glasses. I still have hyperpigmented and scaly-prone, redness-prone areas, but they aren't in critical condition like they used to be. If I read the paper for a few minutes in the AM, I'll have red and itchy bits on the bridge of my nose and upper cheeks, but I moisturize and use redness relief stuff till it calms.
So, yeah. Can't really read novels much.
It gets tiresome, too, reading on the computer, since I can't lie down or lie on my tummy or recline comfortably.
I'll definitely keep my eye on that tablet. My Sony Reader is okay, but it has a limited largeness to the font and it's a small screen. Kindle's is bigger, but, eh, I trust Apple to make a better, more flexible product. Mostly, I need bigger. BIGGER.
If that doesn't work out, I'll invest in a 13 inch computer, the lightest and best my budget will allow, in order to be able to read again--though that means rebuying books in e-formats. Which is costly. You'd think they were still consuming ink, paper, fuel, and warehousing space with what they charge for e-books. Dang.
Anyway, please, Apple, rescue my reading life. I miss snuggling up with a novel...
I know I haven't been blogging. I started dipping into a depression late last year, and frankly, I've been an emotional slug, avoiding most human contact. Not good, I know.
But even a slug can't help but be moved by the awfulness going on to the south.
If you have wanted to give to the relief effort aiding suffering Haitians, but you've wondered through which organization, be careful. To be sure, there are many, but not all are created equal. Some are scams. Always check out to whom you send your cc info or check.
I've donated to Haiti charity work in the past, and I kept an ear to the grapevine back when Katrina and other hurricanes hit in our nation. As a reasult, I know some charities respond faster and better than others.
For instance, I read lots of reports of the poor work done post-Katrina by a very famous emergency charity. As such, I stopped giving to them. On the other hand, I heard as many positive remarks from a variety of victims on the work done by Samaritan's Purse and NAMB, so I trust those two for emergency aid locally and internationally.
For Haiti, I wanted to support a charity that already had ties and connections with local communities/churches/folk in Haiti. I chose to donate to the North American Mission Board's disaster relief specifically tagged for Haiti Earthquake aid. Every penny goes to the relief, none to administrative.
But I almost went with World Vision or Samaritan's Purse. Doctors without Borders is a good one, as well. All these are rated 4 stars (top rating) by Charity Navigator.
If you don't have a favorite emergency aid charity you trust, consider one of these:
I'm a middle-aged, Cuban-American, Christian married gal living in a hot, crowded town prone to being smacked around by tropical storms and hurricanes. I've pretty much stopped writing, but I suspect that I will need to start again, as the itch always returns....