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Thursday, October 31, 2013
Sunday, October 20, 2013
#BUSY
They all mean well
they are just busy.
Don’t you love that word
#BUSY?
It’s the #trending excuse for not prying.
To answer one of your many questions and address your
temporary state of un-busyness;
I am happy with my choices
finally.
Yes, life is short
and winter is fast approaching
and twill be cold outside
in the frigid North.
Thankfully, I am not homeless
or penniless
or winter would be dreadful indeed.
Got to run now
I am #busy.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Leaving Neverland
What stopped me
all the time
was
the lack of cash
the self-doubt
the fear that I wouldn’t make it on my own
You assured me of that.
Everyone
including your mother, warned me to
put some money away
because even though I was in love
and blind
they know how you are.
I reasoned that the time was not right
that perhaps if I gave it a chance
I would change you
or even
see things from your
point of view
but
that never happened.
On countless occasions
when you snowed me
I had decided that I must be insane
to doubt you.
After all
you were a good provider
and always right
even when you were wrong
you were right
because
you told me so.
And I being the younger
less mature one
I would have to abide by that fact
unless of course
I could come up with some hard facts of my own
I didn’t.
I wanted so much to believe.
I gave up on myself when I met you
Your master plan was to shape me into a Wendy
I just had to cooperate
I didn’t
I fought you tooth and nail
You told me to just do it and not to think
Don’t think!
I thought
I don’t have to be here at all.
I can conjure another Peter Pan
he can claim me as one of the found
we can have adventures together
be kids
I could just be me. And
this Peter
this Peter would be proud.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Treading Water
I am in awe
most of the people I meet at readings
must’ve known Jesus,
walked down those same streets
carried his cross
up to Golgotha
because their words have power
their speech is charismatic
perhaps one of the
apostles
recruited them to pen their book in Acts
they couldn’t possibly be from the mean streets
of Gotham
couldn’t know the Batman
or have visited Wayne manor in their Rolls Royce
I am humbled at the mastery of syntax
the quiet juxtaposition
metaphor
magic
As they deign to glance in your direction
ethereal in their gray
horn rimmed specs
stained teeth
so hard core
and so frighteningly real.
©10-14-13 Cornelia DeDona
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Worth sharing!
1. Asking people to buy your book doesn’t work. Instead, try to entertain or enlighten with your Facebook posts and tweets.
2. The people who sell your books are your existing readers. Concentrate on interacting with them and being accessible.
3. There is no promotion as strong as writing the next book. None. That always comes first.
4. It doesn’t matter how quickly your book jumps out of the gate upon release. An undiscovered book remains fresh and new. You have the rest of your life to promote or gain sales, so keep writing!
5. Give your books away. You need to build up a fan base. That means free ebooks, sample chapters, and not worrying about piracy or DRM.
6. A good agent is your best friend. Even if you don’t want to sign with a publishing house, there are overseas markets and media rights that they can help you with.
7. An email list is more powerful than Twitter or Instagram (though not quite as powerful as Facebook). You want to reach out to those who are receptive, those who have signed up to hear from you. Build that newsletter email list as soon as possible.
8. Videos are worth a million words. Readers love connecting with and getting to know their favorite authors. Shoot a video rather than typing out a blog post. They are quick to watch and easy to share.
9. Be yourself. This shouldn’t be counterintuitive. I hope it isn’t. Don’t lose sight of who you are. Embrace the awkwardness, the glee, the dumbfoundedness.
10. Authors are not in competition with one another. We are in this together. A happy reader buys more books, so celebrate others doing well and help who you can. Remember those who helped you. Pass it along.
Hugh Howey’s Top 10 List of Counterintuitive Tips for Self-Publishers
Hugh Howey with a Wool poster in the London
Underground.
1. Asking people to buy your book doesn’t work. Instead, try to entertain or enlighten with your Facebook posts and tweets.
2. The people who sell your books are your existing readers. Concentrate on interacting with them and being accessible.
3. There is no promotion as strong as writing the next book. None. That always comes first.
4. It doesn’t matter how quickly your book jumps out of the gate upon release. An undiscovered book remains fresh and new. You have the rest of your life to promote or gain sales, so keep writing!
5. Give your books away. You need to build up a fan base. That means free ebooks, sample chapters, and not worrying about piracy or DRM.
6. A good agent is your best friend. Even if you don’t want to sign with a publishing house, there are overseas markets and media rights that they can help you with.
7. An email list is more powerful than Twitter or Instagram (though not quite as powerful as Facebook). You want to reach out to those who are receptive, those who have signed up to hear from you. Build that newsletter email list as soon as possible.
8. Videos are worth a million words. Readers love connecting with and getting to know their favorite authors. Shoot a video rather than typing out a blog post. They are quick to watch and easy to share.
9. Be yourself. This shouldn’t be counterintuitive. I hope it isn’t. Don’t lose sight of who you are. Embrace the awkwardness, the glee, the dumbfoundedness.
10. Authors are not in competition with one another. We are in this together. A happy reader buys more books, so celebrate others doing well and help who you can. Remember those who helped you. Pass it along.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A Meddler’s Fate
They placed them there
in two pretty boxes
high on a shelf
one for him
and one for her
their bones still warm
they set them there.
And when the mood arose
they took them down
and MADE them
to clown around
reminding them again
of their place
on the ground.
Once fearful
they slapped down some coin
and purchased two locks and
two tiny keys
and drilled two patterns with such
great care
pronounced once more to the
poor trapped pair
that they wouldn’t grow much
way up there
Or get too wild
with so little air
permanently sealed
in their chronic despair.
Then continued to feed them
little white lies
an earful each day
lest they surmise
that the dark chocolate trifle
rich with their scorn
had been their folly
kept them forlorn
and so they mocked them
year after year
convinced and comfortably
locked, in their fear.
AND when the season
came…as they do
they did not see it…
blinded by the light
of their precious trapped two
who wisely knew
the infamous route
having plotted and planned
and grown their way out
one of them skinny
the other one, stout.
Two boxes remain
hallowed and high
on a dusty shelf
touching the sky
with two small
locks and two small keys
tarnished and swinging,
from one of their trees.
© 9-24-13
Cornelia DeDona
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Requiem for a Star
Yesterday we remembered and honored Dad.
Requiem for a Star
He died, just short of his 80th Birthday
survived by Mom, their three daughters, three son-in-laws, four
grandchildren and one great grandson
so we stand here today in his garden
to pay our last respects
and to remember
the funny,
I’ll finish it tomorrow
lovable despot, that we called Dad.
He used to tell me
“Don’t touch me, I’m a star”
and I believed him.
I aimed high
and I followed my star to Hawaii
where I raised a family and flourished.
He expected great things
from his offspring
and we produced, as good offspring do.
And I oft times wondered if it was enough
I think it was, because Mom tells me so!
So we gather to remember the good
to heal, to reconcile the past.
We gather to laugh, shake our heads
to raise our glasses
and toast
the loose boards
hanging wires
half driven nails
and let us not forget
the bamboo, the sumac, and the poison ivy
because in spite of it all
he stayed long enough to
know, love and praise his four precious grandchildren
Jason, Kenny, Taylor and Lauren and great grandson, Chad
indeed, he loved us all.
Dear old Dad
a happy-go-lucky sort
rich in aspiration
and poor everyplace else.
A tyrant
with a dream of restoring a drafty old summer house
without running water
nestled on a hill between a rock pile
and a wild jungle of vines and sticker bushes
a house that sucked up money
like a good HEPA vacuum, leaving us just enough to get by
He had envisioned a sparkling jewel
and she stands to this day
an earthy un-pinned floozy.
a small poorly lit home
where he and Mom raised
their three sparkling fashionistas
each one of us
a strong-minded finisher
despite
Dad’s shining example.
Mom, Angie and Chrissy
brilliant, polished and uncut
and me
chasing stars
cherishing faint memories
of an iron-willed father
too hot for mere mortals
flawed but sweet
a man
whose light still shines in the garage
because like its creator
there is no off-switch
a man
resolute and irreverent
who never kowtowed to the crowd of popular opinion
an imperfect German perfectionist born in the free city of Danzig
a master electrician, a craftsman, and a ham-radio man
who shocked us with his frayed wires, his genius
hot-wiring his way into our hearts and minds
an enthusiastic family man with hopes and dreams
who touched us with his light
and left much too soon.
A man whose legacy includes
a bushel of antenna wire
three Bic lighters
and a nude statue of EVE
causing me to
rise each day before the dawn
gaze up at the sky
and to wonder
which star
might be his.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Home
HOME
I round the last bend
and embrace the sweet scent of belonging,
inside a house that I grew up in
weathered, drafty and cold
but firmly tied with a comforting ribbon of warm hearts and helping hands.
One hundred years and still standing beneath the birch, maple, and pine
encircled by a flecked emerald carpet
shining like a precious gem
surpassing the test of time and space.
And the journey apart
melts before me
like morning dew
reviving the earth, the two red rose buds outside the kitchen window
my bliss.
The bees, bamboo and the poison ivy
wrestle constantly
to block my path, change my mood
challenge me to ignore the Why’s, the uncompromising past.
As I steady myself to run up and over the last hill
musing over humid nights in Hawaii
trapped inside a filthy haze
of never enough
should have and might have been.
I clench my teeth and smile
knowing the fleeting nature of memory
that now and tomorrow remain impermanent
confident as I sprint the final stretch, smother the ache
brood over the cost
As I reach the finish line and know
I am home.
I round the last bend
and embrace the sweet scent of belonging,
inside a house that I grew up in
weathered, drafty and cold
but firmly tied with a comforting ribbon of warm hearts and helping hands.
One hundred years and still standing beneath the birch, maple, and pine
encircled by a flecked emerald carpet
shining like a precious gem
surpassing the test of time and space.
And the journey apart
melts before me
like morning dew
reviving the earth, the two red rose buds outside the kitchen window
my bliss.
The bees, bamboo and the poison ivy
wrestle constantly
to block my path, change my mood
challenge me to ignore the Why’s, the uncompromising past.
As I steady myself to run up and over the last hill
musing over humid nights in Hawaii
trapped inside a filthy haze
of never enough
should have and might have been.
I clench my teeth and smile
knowing the fleeting nature of memory
that now and tomorrow remain impermanent
confident as I sprint the final stretch, smother the ache
brood over the cost
As I reach the finish line and know
I am home.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Kealoha Slam Poetry with Connie D at Habilitat Hawaii
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQfXXntUlRM
Written, hosted, performed and co-produced by Connie D. Also starring: Habilitat Residents, Sarah S. Ocie G., Mark B. and Shannon N. and featuring Special Guests, Marcia Zina Mager and Kealoha, Hawaii's First Poet Laureate.
For more info or to make a donation: contact your local Nature Conservancy
The Nature Conservancy of Hawai'i
923 Nu`uanu Avenue
Honolulu, HI 96817
Phone: (808) 537-4508
Fax: (808) 545-2019
E-mail: hawaii@tnc.org
Written, hosted, performed and co-produced by Connie D. Also starring: Habilitat Residents, Sarah S. Ocie G., Mark B. and Shannon N. and featuring Special Guests, Marcia Zina Mager and Kealoha, Hawaii's First Poet Laureate.
Navigating Change: Making A Difference: is a call to
Save our Planet's Coral Reefs.
Be A Good Neighbor and Do Your Part10 Easy Steps to Help Protect Coral Reefs
Do you want to make a difference every day? Want to learn about simple, effective actions you can take to help save coral reefs and the fish, animals, and plants that depend on them? You've come to the right place!
1. Conserve water: The less water you use, the less runoff and wastewater will pollute our oceans.
2. Help reduce pollution: Walk, bike or ride the bus. Fossil fuel emissions from cars and industry raise lead to ocean warming which causes mass-bleaching of corals and can lead to widespread destruction of reefs.
3. Use only ecological or organic fertilizers: Although you may live thousands of miles from a coral reef ecosystem, these products flow into the water system, pollute the ocean, and can harm coral reefs and marine life.
4. Dispose of your trash properly: Don't leave unwanted fishing lines or nets in the water or on the beach. Any kind of litter pollutes the water and can harm the reef and the fish.
5. Support reef-friendly businesses: Ask the fishing, boating, hotel, aquarium, dive or snorkeling operators how they protect the reef. Be sure they care for the living reef ecosystem and ask if the organization responsible is part of a coral reef ecosystem management effort.
6. Plant a tree: Trees reduce runoff into the oceans. You will also contribute to reversing the warming of our planet and the rising temperatures of our oceans. Help us Plant a Billion.
7. Practice safe and responsible diving and snorkeling: Do not touch the reef or anchor your boat on the reef. Contact with the coral will damage the delicate coral animals, and anchoring on the reef can kill it, so look for sandy bottom or use moorings if available.
8. Volunteer for a coral reef cleanup: You don't live near a coral reef? Then do what many people do with their vacation: visit a coral reef. Spend an afternoon enjoying the beauty of one of the most diverse ecosystems on the Earth.
9. Contact your government representatives: Demand they take action to protect coral reefs, stop sewage pollution of our oceans, expand marine protected areas and take steps to reverse global warming.
10. Spread the word: Remember your own excitement at learning how important the planet's coral reefs are to us and the intricate global ecosystem. Share this excitement and encourage others to get involved.For more info or to make a donation: contact your local Nature Conservancy
The Nature Conservancy of Hawai'i
923 Nu`uanu Avenue
Honolulu, HI 96817
Phone: (808) 537-4508
Fax: (808) 545-2019
E-mail: hawaii@tnc.org
Thursday, February 7, 2013
How To Promote Your Book ANYWHERE
SO you've got a WINNING Title and subtitle for your
book, what’s next?
(YOU'RE NOT SURE? Read next week’s post to find out the formula)
How To Promote Your Book
On Amazon
1. Ensure you are categorized in super niche categories. (Where is your target audience?)
2 . Conduct your Amazon “Book Buying” campaign during a 24-48 hour period. (Pre-market your book)
3. Create a BOOK LAUNCH TEAM.
(other bloggers in your network, including
community leaders, people with lists and tribes, that will HELP YOU promote
your book.)
4 Organize
bulk book purchases from associations and professional organizations.
5 Utilize Amazon TOOLS: Amazon Create Space, Author Central, Author’s Rank, and Kindle.
To See MORE: "Bestseller in a Weekend"
http://youtu.be/xbZXET3oxjM
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The Hound Dog
I’ll never forget that snowy winter morning when I was ten. At
seven a.m., it was still dark, and frosty
outside, my Dad would crack the upstairs hall window and stand there smoking
his Kent cigarette staring into the blackness, waiting for the dawn.
His deep, throaty Guten Morgen Cornelia, exhale matched
mine as I echoed my answer,
Morning Dad, close
that window, its freezing I can see my breath!!
Mom tell him to close the window, we are ALL going to get sick!
KURT, Connie, Angie come
look; Mom screeched from the Kitchen; I just saw the hound dog!
I beat them into the kitchen as Mom continued to wave towards the window, as her eyes grew wider. She was so excited, I
thought she would burst.
What, I countered?
The Hound Dog, the HOUND
DOG!
Okay Mom, back up. What
hound dog? The neighbor’s dog? What dog?
She shook her head emphatically and said
The Hound DOG has no
shadow!
That means Spring is coming early this year.
OHHH!
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Navigating Change: Making A Difference!
conniededona's photostream on Flickr.
These 16 pictures are courtesy of Habilitat!An Evening of Poetry at Habilitat, with special guests Kealoha, the first Poet Laureate of Hawaii, myself Connie D. and Fellow Pen Woman, Marcia Zina Mager
A Special Thank you to Habilitat Poets
Sarah S.
Ocie G.
Shannon N.
Mark B.
Krystal A. for the ART
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Seeking Employment
Mature woman with skills in office management,
publishing, editing and bookkeeping seeks position as an Assistant. Hard worker, excellent people skills, willing to learn.
Mature? as in 50+-- Fat Chance!
Like THAT’S Going TO HAPPEN!
So what’s a mature woman to do?
Become an Expert, that’s what!
So I need your Help—I
need you to tell me what problems you are having, navigating the internet?
The other day I got an
email from Joanne Z. she wanted me to take her off my Google + email list
because frankly she was getting too much stuff from me, stuff she didn’t want
or have time to read. So how can you gracefully un-friend a friend on the internet?
I have GOOGLE+ and if
I add you to my circles as a friend or an acquaintance and you add me back and I am sending out
way too many updates, what can you do to get rid of those updates? Besides spending
all of your time hitting the delete button?
I still like you; I just don’t want all of your updates.
Well, you can check out my blog from time to time, if you want to catch up AND you can simply hover over that green box next to the email and un-check the friend box in your g-mail account. That’s on the far right next to the email message. It will be highlighted in green. What if you don’t have g-mail? If you don’t have g-mail, you can still ask your friend to un-check you from their circles, after all what are friends for?
Send me your Questions!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Because The EARTH without ART is just "EH"
**This poem was
inspired by a T-shirt design—I bought the shirt! I am also trying to convince
certain people of the importance of POETRY!
Because The EARTH without ART is just "EH".
They say that ART
will weigh heavy on their plate
that they have to scale back, that ART will have to wait
Maybe things will change, sometime down the pike
Maybe HELL will freeze or just go take a hike
The World without a poem is gonna suck BIG TIME
ADMIT IT can you FACE, this world without a Rhyme?
So listen Mister please, have a little HEART
And contemplate my drift let’s SAVE a place for ART
COS if you take the ART out of E A R T H
All that’s left are two letters; all that’s left is “EH”.
They want to get to basics
they still don’t know the way
they think that Aristotle
and Plato played with clay
but the world without their thinking
without their ART is “EH”.
They think that Science rules
that RELIGION will save the day
that man can live on mere hard work
but that is not HIS way
For MAN is only human
and needs to chill and play.
And people let us face it
without ART The Earth is just “EH”.
So let us break it down
and investigate today
finding new solutions
for our external fray
and promote this dialogue
vs. placing limits on the ARTS, OKAY?
They say that ART is an ACT
for people on the fringe
retards, creeps, and losers
waiting to unhinge
BUT we are not the nihilists
on the periphery
We are not IN SEASON
or Zombie meat delivery.
Understand!
LANGUAGE IS AN ART
it must be understood and not taken for
granted
giving us not only a love of WORDS, but a
love of LOGIC
to frame the argument
add up our influence
to lessen events beyond
our control
to translate the sea of language in which our
minds swim
To plug into our power
our humanity
into what separates us from the APES.
our evolution throughout the Ages
to be the conscience
make intelligent choices
to define our place IN nature not APART from it
NATURE—THE GREATEST SOCIAL NETWORK
To carry out the critical thinking required
to deal with planetary issues like global
warming
ocean acidity, invasive species and
white coral disease
to discuss our addiction
to plastic, fossil fuel, and waste
We need to emerge as the
authentic heroes and heroines
of our OWN HUMAN STORY.
Our language must go on!
WE MUST CONTINUE to create, educate, and
relate
BECAUSE The EARTH without ART is just “EH”.
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