The end of an era

If you have tried to click on that “Buy my books” link up there on the menu, you will know that an era has come to an end: I am no longer shipping printed copies of Meandering Magic or More Meandering Magic.

When I created the first book back in the summer of 2006, I was hoping to sell maybe a 1000 copies over a year or 2. I sold 1000 copies in 6 weeks. That was a really insane summer.

I switched accounting programs in 2008, and I’ve lost track of how many I sold before the switch. For the two books combined, I think it was in the neighborhood of 4000 at that point. Since then, I’ve sold another 1683. Not too bad for my little idea.

It’s past time to retire the books, though, at least the printed version. A couple of months ago I worked on combining the books into a single version that I could offer as a PDF, but it’s been awhile since I’ve done anything with it. I think it just needs some polishing, but I wanted to make the “official” announcement that my books have been retired. I have enjoyed the opportunities the experience provided me, but between a full-time job, a busy family, and other interests: I’m tired of printing books. And having to print and mail them in a timely manner to people who have paid for them.

I can’t really say the books are “out of print” — because they were never really “in print” — I literally printed them as they were ordered, partly because I never wanted to get stuck with a pile of books I couldn’t sell. I do have an odd assortment of book “parts” — coils and backs — that I don’t really know what to do with…

So, anyway, that’s sort of the end of that story. Thanks to everyone that has supported me over the years in that endeavor. It was fun.

Limits

About two weeks ago, the boys went to a friend’s house to hang out. They were outside for awhile, and then ended up inside, to play video games. The friends they were with originally pulled out a game that was rated “M” (mature) — my boys said they weren’t allowed to play “M” games, and wondered if there was something else they could play. A “T” (for Teen) game was found, they played it, and everything was fine: and they even told me about the situation.

I was pretty proud of them, and told my Facebook friends about it.

They went over to the same friend’s house today and after being outside for awhile, they went in again…and this time, the friends refused to play any other game but the one rated M.

My boys were told “You’re just scared, your Mom will never find out.”

Guess who choose to come home instead of stay in that situation??

The friends were right, they could have stayed and could have chosen to lie to me later about what they did. It’s entirely possible that I would have never known. However: my boys are not very good liars. As soon as I asked what they did, they would have had to try to make something up, and they have faces like mine: I would have been able to read them like a book.

(It also turns out that they didn’t really care to play the game in question anyway…)

I want to make sure I’m fighting the right battles, but I’m pretty comfortable that this is a limit that’s appropriate to enforce. They are 12. The ESRB rating system says that games that are rated M are for audiences 17 and above. Even the Teen games they do play are supposedly “13 and up” — and I’m not always thrilled with the level of violence and language in those games. I can’t imagine what a game must be like in order to warrant the M rating.

I can’t help but think ahead and feel the tiniest bit hopeful about future situations, that if they are willing and able to follow the rules in a situation with video games, maybe they’ll be OK in harder circumstances. And believe me, we have talked about it: that the kind of response they had in this situation is the exact same kind of response they need to have some day when they are presented with drugs or alcohol or anything else illegal.

And I’m just fine if they blame it on me, I’m OK with being the bad guy. I think more parents need to be willing to set and enforce some limits on their kids.

Three weeks

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I have attempted, in the past, to do a daily photo project. I think that in 2009 I made it as far as March, plus a few weeks in June. I’m trying again this year, but rather than start on January 1, I decided to go ahead and start on the 25th of December, since that’s the day I got my new camera. It seemed less like a New Year’s Resolution That Would Fail that way.

Plus, I haven’t really told anyone that that’s what I’m “officially” doing, because that sort of statement can sometimes be the kiss of death for a project. I probably shouldn’t say anything now, but I’m pretty pleased with the fact that it has now been 3 weeks, and while not all of the photos are perfect, none of them are last minute crap photos because I want to get a photo in before I go to bed…

One of the things I have done that will hopefully help keep up my enthusiasm and provide inspiration and ideas is to join a community called Capture Your 365. Each month there are lists of photo prompts, and I get a daily reminder e-mail. I’ve used the daily prompt a few times, when I didn’t have something else I was already planning to capture, plus several of my photos have been inspired by ideas I’ve seen in the photo gallery at the CY365 site.

A lot of the photos I’ve used in my blog posts over the last 3 weeks have been my daily photos, but I’m not planning on making daily posts about the photos a habit. I might do a weekly wrap-up, and as I learn more about telling stories with photos, I will try to share what I learn, and hopefully I won’t totally screw up the explanations in the process.

Here’s a look at the first 3 weeks (click on the thumbnails for larger views…)

Two hour delay tomorrow

I think I might be more excited than the boys.

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It’s just crazy that we waited until NOW to get snow. Someone came in to my office today and said “On the bright side, spring IS coming.”

But, heck, winter only just got here. I’m worried it’s going to stick around as long as usual. And as longtime blog readers recall, Suzanne is not a big fan of winter. Or snow. Or being cold. Why do I live in Iowa?

Telling a story vs. taking a picture

I had something of an epiphany last night about taking pictures.

It was late and dark and I was extremely tired. I put the camera on a tripod, and sat in a chair just looking around, for anything, any possible subject for a decent picture, in the low light that was available to me.

And as I sat there, just looking, and thinking, I noticed the RC cars sitting on the table. Please ignore the rest of the crap. Somebody really ought to pick up this joint.

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The cars made me think of a photo I had seen of matchbox cars strewn on a table. It was a great photo, and it made me the nostalgic for the days of toys like that. I snapped out of it, though, because I like having big kids. They can be smelly and loud and obnoxious, but they are funny and independent and life is physically so much easier.

I started to see what I could do with capturing those RC cars, but it was just not happening.

At the high school basketball games, when the visiting team has the ball and they are just passing it around, without taking shots, the student spectators start to chant:

BOR-ING BOR-ING BOR-ING BOR-ING

That’s how I was feeling about these pictures. I won’t even bore you with everything I tried. Because they were:

BOR-ING BOR-ING BOR-ING BOR-ING

And then I sat the cars and the camera on the floor and tried for closeups of one of them.

And then Will sat down at his laptop on the couch.

And then I had a picture that tells a story:
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I know I won’t always hit the mark, but now I will be looking for stories to tell, rather than just looking to take a picture.

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