Poor Little Glad Rag Doll

Teagan and I are on a break from Hullaba Lulu this week.

We both have busy weeks; I have a friend in surgery
today and a guest arrives from Vancouver next week.

Then there is the effect of the Trump administration
on my Illness and its symptoms.

That’s a discussion I take up in my next post.

If you are an adult child of a pathological narcissist and you are not
affected by the diseased behavior of the Trump administration,
you’re still in denial.

Lucky you!  🙂

A staged photograph of the charactrer of Valentino with the wings of an Angel
Some Angels

In the meantime, here is a link to some angels on Teagan’s books.

A quick explanation of the video:

I was intrigued with the idea of the danger of entering the world of a painting in Chapter Eight of Hullaba Lulu. So, I played with it by importing a few public domain copies of the Pittura Metafisica paintings of de Chirico and Arnaldo dell’Ira.

 

I chose “Piazza d’Italia,”by Arnaldo dell’Ira,  1934, as the backdrop and used a script to set it in motion, I prefer to use dynamic backdrops.

 

Piazza_d'Italia by Arnaldo_Dell'Ira - a surreal town square in red

The audio is an excerpt from ‘Glad Rag Doll’ as performed in 1929 by the
Rose  Wood Orchestra.  

You can get a copy at the Internet Archives.

Thanks for visiting.

All images unless otherwise stated are (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

And the Women Wicky Wacky, Woo

It’s Jazz Age Wednesdays and time for Chapter 5.2 of Hullaba Lulu
on Teagan’s Books.

For this week’s video, I mixed animation with still shots and set it to
and excerpt from Nagasaki, performed in 1928 by the Ipana Troubadours.

Where are cheeseburgers as good as money?

An illustration for Hullaba Lulu on Teagan's Books that depicts a young women sitting in front of an automat vending machine surrounded by cheeseburgers
Cheeseburgers are as good as money

Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu 5.2

 

I Like Playing with Dolls

I liked to play with dolls when I was a kid.

My dolls unnerved my Father who forced me to join a football team.

The team tossed me after the first game because I stopped in the
middle of a play to pull up my socks.

I hate the feeling of droopy socks; but back to the dolls:

An avatar dressed in the formal male attire of the 1920's standing on a metal platform against a blue backdrop
Test shot of the Valentino character in Hullaba Lulu, a Jazz Wednesday story by Teagan Geneviene on Teagan’s Books.

I had Barbie and Skipper.

I also had Ken, and GI Joe.

GI Joe was the doll for boys who played with dolls in the closet.

Joe and Ken had a one-off in a foxhole and it drove Skipper to suicide.

She had a secret crush on Joe.

Valentino, Lulu and Rose wait for a train in Hullaba Lulu, a Jazz Wednesday story by Teagan Geneviene on Teagan’s Books.
Valentino, Lulu and Rose, characters in Hullaba Lulu, a Jazz Wednesday story by Teagan Geneviene on Teagan’s Books.

I started playing with digital dolls with The Sims and eventually joined one of the online worlds of the metaverse.

I liked to play with dolls when I was a kid.

I still do.

DistanValentino and Lulu sit on a bench as a phantom train arrives
Distance shot of a ghost station as a phantom train arrives. Valentino and Lulu sit on a bench. Image inspired by Hullabalulu, a Jazz Wednesday story by Teagan Geneviene on Teagan’s Books.

The shots in this post are part of an ongoing collaboration with Teagan Geneviene of Teagan’s Books.

Black and White test shot of the Valentino character and the Gramps character in Hullaba Lulu, a Jazz Wednesday story by Teagan Geneviene on Teagan’s Books.
The Valentino character and the Gramp’s character in Hullaba Lulu, a Jazz Wednesday story by Teagan Geneviene on Teagan’s Books.

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2018

Featured Blogger: Teagan’s Books

This is a re-boot of a monthly feature on Art by Rob Goldstein, the Featured Blogger.

This month I’m honored to feature Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene of
Teagan’s Books.

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Thisledow

When did you start writing?

Answer: My seventh-grade teacher gave us an assignment that truly inspired my young mind — Write a story.  However, we only had two options about the story 1) Write it from the point of view (POV) of a cartoon character, or 2) from the POV of the shoes of a famous person.  Well, 12-year-old me watched talk shows after school, not cartoons.  So, I saw plenty of “famous people” and “used to be famous” ones too, on Merv Griffin’s TV show.  I liked the ones who talked about their pets.  So, I wrote my story as a pair of red pumps belonging to actress Doris Day.  (Back then I don’t think she was still making movies, but she was known for all her dogs.)  I had so much fun that I also gave half the class verbal outlines for their stories.

In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I did a few stories on my own.  My teacher wanted to see them.  She said good things about the one for the assignment so (not that I thought I had any choice) I let her have the stories.  They were Twilight Zone-ish stories and one was about child abuse.  They got a lot of attention…

My teacher spoke to my parents. 

My parents told me very sternly to never do that again!

That said, I guess I started writing in my late thirties.  Throughout my life novels were my only escape from the personal difficulties (yes, abuse too) that I faced each day.  I had read a couple of interviews with writers, and decided to write a fantasy novel.  I did a lot of research and work, read more interviews, and then I dove into it.  With that start, I never stopped.

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Teagan’s books

You started your blog as an adjunct to self-publishing, how do you define your blog now?

Answer: I’m sure you’ve seen the same advice I always see for us IndiesYou must have a blog to promote your work!  Well, I couldn’t bear the thought of droning on about my novel with every post.  Instead, I modified a writing exercise I created for myself long ago.  I brought that exercise to my blog (Teagan’s Books).  I had the readers send me three random things.  I let the random things drive every detail of a serial story, setting, plot, and characters.  That resulted in  The Three Things Serial Story, which gave birth to my current release, a culinary mystery.  However, this time the “things” are food related — or ingredients.  So that one is Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I.  I’ve published both of those serials in book form.

That “pantser” style of writing, combined with engaging my audience (having them send “things” or otherwise promoting them) seems to have defined my blog.

I also mean for my blog to be a sanctuary for everyone.  I keep it free from religion and politics, even though there are issues about which I feel strongly.

Where were you raised and how does that affect your style?

Answer: I’m a southerner by birth, but I was “enchanted” by the desert southwest of the USA when I moved to New Mexico.  Like the old John Denver song, I had come home to a place I’d never been before.  The truth is, I wish every day that I had never left.  However, many things about the southeast – the deep south made an impact that remains with me.  Following the advice, “Write what you know,” many of my stories have a southern setting.

What writers give you inspiration?

Answer: Robert Jordan (the Wheel of Time series) inspired me with his detailed world-building.  Charlaine Harris influenced me with writing in first-person.  That was something I never cared to do until I did my first National Novel Writing Month and created my début novel, Atonement, Tennessee To my surprise, all the serial stories at my blog turned out to be written in first person as well. David Eddings influenced me with the way he showed his sense of humor, particularly in the Belariad series.

What are your top 3 tips for new bloggers?

Reciprocate.  Answer every comment, and try to do so with more than just “Thank you.”

Don’t “act/look like an expert” if you are not.  If you have credentials then say so – and make that information something the reader can find without digging.  If you found useful information, and you just want to share it, then say so.

Make it easy to read.  Light colored (or splotchy, speckled) backgrounds with medium colored text are hard to read, no matter how good your content.  Also, those horrid pop-ups, soliciting subscriptions.  If I’ve barely started reading and one of those things blocks me from that read, I don’t care to continue.

Thank you Teagan! A short section from one of your books would be great way to close the interview.

Marketing Graphic for Teagan's Books on Amazon
Teagan’s Books Header Image

Answer: Since I’ve been promoting the release of Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I,  I want to share a short story.  It is not in the book, but it’s still from that “universe,” and features the heroine of that 1920s series.

Here goes:

Pip’s a Chicken

“Bock, bock-bock.  Bock!  Baaawk!

Of all the nerve!  My mouth dropped open.  I was speechless.  Granny Phanny bocked at me like a chicken.  She bocked.  She put her fists under her armpits and flapped her boney elbows — and she bocked at me!

Then, to make matters worse, she laughed.

Why that banty little old woman.  Of all the self-important, cockalorem…

“Oh Pip, if you could see the look on your face,” she said, still chuckling.  “It’s not like you to chicken out.  Now tie on your apron and we’ll look at this recipe together.

Granny hung an apron around my neck, and then put her hands on my shoulders to forcibly turn me around.  She tied a bow in back that I knew without looking was perfectly symmetrical.

“But Granny, I nearly set the kitchen on fire last time,” I complained, sincerely afraid of what damage I might cause.

“Hush that nonsense right now, Sweetpea.  We’ll not be having any fires.  Just because your fried chicken turned out as tough as an old rooster doesn’t mean you can quit.”

“An old rooster?” I exclaimed, mortified.

I looked at the recipe card.  “Chicken Fricassee…” I read aloud.  “Dredge chicken pieces in the flour mixture; coat well.  Oh Granny, this sounds pos-i-lutely like a repeat of the fried chicken disaster.  Granny?”

Phanny Ilene Peabody was gone.  Her purse was missing from the corner table.  I called out again and she hollered from the living room.

My eyes fell on the calendar that hung on the wall.  Wong’s Chinese Restaurant made one annually for Chinese New Year.  Granny was going to an early dinner with friends.

“No wonder she wasn’t worried about me ruining dinner again,” I grumbled.  “Granny!” I yelled.

“I’ll be back this evening, Pip.  Just keep the stove set to low while you fry that chicken, and follow the instructions for the fricassee.”

I blew a raspberry as the front door closed with a thud.  My hand plopped down on the plump poultry with a smacking sound.

“Old rooster, huh?  I’ll show her,” I muttered and went back to the recipe card.

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Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

The Three Things Serial Story

Amazon USA, Paperback and Kindle

Murder at the Bijou

Amazon USA Paperback  and Kindle

Atonement, Tennessee Amazon Kindle and Paperback

You can also connect with Teagan at:

Amazon:    https://www.amazon.com/Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene/e/B00HHDXHVM
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LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/teagangeneviene

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

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