Two Kinds of People

Many Ways of Going Forward

2013-05-14T02:08:00.000-05:00

There are many ways of going forward, but only one way of standing still. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

Bet you can guess the theme of this post—there are two kinds of people in the world: those who move forward, and those stand still.

A few years ago, I realized that to avoid being left in the dust of the horserace that is writing, I had better start moving forward. It was a good call. In the five years since I started writing this blog, here are just of few of the changes that have taken place:

Amazon has taken over the world (at least the retail world, and certainly the book-selling world).
Borders shut its doors.
Self-publishing has gone from "vanity publishing" to a method embraced by even heavy-hitting authors.
E-publishing has grown exponentially, with one in four Americans now owning a tablet, and one in five owning a dedicated e-reader.
Americans live online—at least 244.1 million (or 76.5%) of us do.
Blogging has changed from online personal diaries to big business, with even the largest, most respected media outlets and companies boasting at least one, often many blogs. "Blogger" now really just means "writer".
Social networking has co-opted both networking and socializing.
We've gone app-crazy—in December 2008, there were about 10K iPhone apps; by January 2013, there were more than 775,000, and that doesn't even count all the other apps for all the other platforms now available.

You get my point. I was right (I love being right) about how quickly the world of writing was changing—and continues to change. Then why are so many writers still stuck with the myopic vision of publication that reigned for all those decades before the Internet took hold?

I talk to a lot of writers and I honestly believe the number one reason is fear. Fear of change. Fear of technology. But mostly fear that their long-held dream won't come true. You know the dream: being a best-selling, critically acclaimed author published by a big-name house, toasted by the glittering literati, celebrated on national talk shows, and holding court over admiring fans at champagne-laced readings all over the world.

OK, that dream won't come true—at least not for most writers. But it never did come true for most writers. Here's the good news: in the new world order of publishing, there are so many more dreams that are possible for so many more writers. If you are an excellent writer willing to work hard, you can become a published author. You can write online for your business. You can blog about your travels or your hobby or your passion. You can write a book and people will be able to read it in a real live paper version or on their favorite readers.

But you can't do it standing still. And you shouldn't do it unless you have a plan and get to know what's going on out there in the publishing world.

Five years ago, I started this blog with nary a clue as to what I was doing. Then I jumped into Facebook. And Twitter. And Pinterest. And WordPress—first .com and then .org. I learned some code. I learned what worked and what didn't. I started giving classes on social networking. Last fall, I conducted a successful Kickstarter campaign to fund the production and printing of my first picture book, the Animal Store Alphabet Book. I started with a great idea, a fabulous illustrator, and a 21-page business plan. Hard-cover copies of that book came to life on January 1 of this year and today children and bookstores and libraries have copies of it.

Now I'm excited to be teaming up with the dynamic April Eberhardt, a self-described "literary agent for change". We're pooling our collective knowledge and experience, coupling it with our enthusiasm for the ever-exciting, ever-changing world of publishing, and bundling it together into a workshop that we call Pathways to Publication: Choosing the Best Way to Reach Your Readers.

If you want to take a step forward, I hope you'll consider joining us on June 7 in Chicago (the day before Printers Row Lit Fest). Click here for more information and to register. Special thanks to Karen Gray-Keeler and Where Are We Going for supporting this project.

As excited as I am about all these possibilities, and before I started any of this, I learned how to write…because no matter which path you choose, it's the writing that counts.

Have you taken a step off the dime? How are you moving forward?

Them's Fightin' Words

2013-05-05T00:12:00.002-05:00

There are two kinds of people in the world: risk takers and scaredy cats. I've been thinking a lot about taking more risks as a writer. I think it's key, at least for me, to be braver, less coy, unafraid to come out from behind my protective armor. It's time for me to stop caring so much about what people will think of me because they might not like something I write. That being said, let's start again.

There are two kinds of people in the world: balls-out risk takers and chicken shits.

There. Do you hate me yet? The funny thing is that I swear like a sailor in real life, but somehow it seems…rude…in print. Using profanity in my writing, however, is not what I'm talking about when I say I need to take risks.

So, in an effort to be less chickenshitty, I'm opening the doors and windows of my comfortable writing home and stepping out into the big bad writing world. I'm joining new groups and exposing myself to new experiences. Like Write Club.

Here's what their website says about Write Club:

WRITE CLUB is bare knuckled lit.
WRITE CLUB is literature as blood sport.
WRITE CLUB does good without being annoying about it.
WRITE CLUB eats trouble and shits money.
WRITE CLUB is coming to your town.

2 opposing writers.
2 opposing ideas.
7 minutes apiece.
Audience picks a winner.
Writers compete for cash going to a charity of their choosing.

Here's what I say about Write Club:

It's kind of like debate team meets poetry slam—part preparation, part performance. And it's risky. The writers/performers take a risk. They put themselves and their writing out there for the world—or at least the audience—to cheer … or not. There is a winner and a loser.

In case you haven't figured it out by now, Write Club is a take off on the movie Fight Club. Now, I've never seen Fight Club, but even I know the first rule:

Write Club has rules, too, and the first rule is that everyone who attends must tell five to seven people about Write Club.

Here are the other rules.

Consider yourself told.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, no, I have not (yet) stepped into the Write Club ring. But I'm working my way up to it, since it seems that it might be the ultimate expression of Two Kinds of People.

Write Club got its start here in Chicago, and now has chapters in Evanston, Atlanta, Athens (GA), San Francisco, and Toronto. The next bout in Evanston is this Monday, May 6, 7:00 p.m. at Space. In Chicago, the next bout is at The Hideout, Tuesday, May 21, 7:00 p.m. Other cities, check your local listings.

Writers, what brave steps have you or are you taking in your writing? Other folks, are you taking any bold risks in your life these days?

P.S. And just because I'm this much of a word nerd, I looked up the origin of them's "fightin' words." Looks like the phrase was first used by Ring Lardner (a fellow Michigander) in Gullible's Travels c. 1917.

George Saunders, Stephen Toblowsky and Me

2013-03-25T22:05:00.000-05:00

There are two kinds of people in the world, and I have been all of them. Infantile and wise. Majestic and wretched. Crestfallen and elated. Gracious and a horse’s ass. I have been these people and many, many more.

As a writer, this duplicity or plurality of being is important on many levels. Obviously, it's the name of my blog—Two Kinds of People (or 2KoP). I find that it’s a perfect vantage point from which to explore a whole variety of subjects in my writing—a sort of literary springboard.

I’m a self-admitted public radio (NPR) junkie, and two recent interviews have generated some writerly “ah-ha” moments that have made me understand that my interest in “Two Kinds of People” has something to offer all writers … read more on Write It Sideways.

[This post was originally published on Write It Sideways on March 25, 2013.]

Steubenville and (Post) Feminism

2013-03-20T23:22:00.000-05:00

feminism (noun)

the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power, and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way, or the set of activities intended to achieve this state.

There are two kind of people in the world: those who understand that rape is a crime, and those who make excuses for it. A couple of years ago, Forbes ran a post called "Who's Afraid of Post-feminism?" by Jenna Goudreau. After listening to and reading about the Steubenville rape and subsequent trial and conviction, I have to say that I'm not too happy to be living in post-feminist world, a world where a young female victim is still being blamed for the crimes committed against her by young men.

I am shocked that those boys and their friends thought it was OK to use new media to further victimize this young woman. I am shocked that traditional media further violated her by revealing her name and calling the conviction of the young men "a tragedy."

In the mid seventies, at the height of the modern feminism movement, the Take Back the Night (TBTN) movement began as stand against sexual violence. I know a young woman whose greatest fear is of being raped. She lives near a college campus and, in a sad irony, her terror began when she first heard students participating in a TBTN event as a young girl. Each year, as she heard the marchers protesting continued sexual violence in her own neighborhood, and realized that women were simply not safe—she was not safe.

And she's right.

Those young men in Stubenville shared their crimes across the interwebs and others participated, passing along appalling photos of the crime in process and adding lurid comments. No one called a halt. No one turned the Tweets over to the police or even to an adult who could intervene. That's a tragedy and, to my mind, a crime.

Until and unless we reach a point where women can make personal choices (good, bad or indifferent) and still be safe from sexual assault, until we stop hiding behind "boys will be boys" and victim blaming, then I'm revoking the "post" from post-feminism.

In 2009, Rebecca Whisnant wrote an essay called "Feminist Perspectives on Rape", found in the The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy. She concludes:

"Feminist theorizing about rape draws on a rich tradition of feminist scholarship in many disciplines, as well as on women's insights into their own rape experiences and on the knowledge gained through decades of feminist anti-violence activism. As such theorizing continues to develop—growing both more radical in its challenges to patriarchal social and sexual assumptions, and more global and intersectional in its analysis—it constitutes an essential support for feminist movements against sexual violence."

When it comes to rape, there can be nothing "post" about feminism. When it comes to rape, we must all be feminists. Our feminism must become more radical in its challenges against sexual violence. Feminism is not a dirty word. Feminism is not a crime. Rape is.

So go ahead, call me a feminist. I can take it. How about you?

photo credit: Slutwalk NYC October 2011 Shankbone 28 by David Shankbone via a Creative Commons License

Sleepless in Chicago

2013-03-09T17:41:00.003-06:00

You have to admit, Papa sleeping in a chair makes a good napping place for baby Molly.

There are ~~two~~ three kinds of people in the world: side sleepers (fetal or semi-fetal position), back sleepers (supine or royal position), and stomach sleepers (prone position). Unless, of course, you happen to be my dad (see photo), in which case your favorite sleeping position is in a chair, head thrown back and snoring loudly, or chin slumped to chest (usually going back and forth between the two).

Best practices in pediatrics these days say to put infants to sleep on their backs. According to the National Institute of Child Health's public information campaign called "Safe to Sleep" (formerly "Back to Sleep"), putting infants to sleep on their backs significantly reduces the incidence of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS).

This is great news for parents and babies of the 21st Century, but it comes decades too late for me. I was born when pediatric best practices said to put babies to sleep on their stomachs, so I am and always have been a stomach sleeper. This is more than you really need to know about me, but I bring it up because I have been told stop sleeping on my stomach.

I won't bore you with the medical reasons, but I will ask for your help. Except during pregnancy, I have always slept on my stomach. And while meeting my newborns was a joy beyond measure, being able to sleep on my stomach again was a very close second.

For years we were told it takes 21 days to break a bad habit or start a good one. I've never believed that statistic, and more recent research says the it really takes between 18 and 254 days, depending on your level of commitment and other factors. But even on the far end of that scale, the change happens only when you're making a conscious choice to change. Literally conscious—you are awake and alert and choosing to make a change. Here's my question: how do you change a habit when you are unconscious, i.e., asleep?

I'm doing everything I've been told to do to try to become a side sleeper (I'll never be able to sleep on my back, which is a good thing because it would probably involve snoring). I use one kind of pillow under my head, and sleep with another pillow between my knees, and a third in front of my chest to support the "upper" arm. But I'm still confused. What am I supposed to do with that "bottom" arm? Do I stick it under my head? Shove it down under the side pillow next to the "upper" arm? Nothing is working.

Shifting positions is problematic with all those pillows, too, not to mention disruptive to my husband's sleep. I've also been having even crazier dreams than usual, adding to my general feeling of exhaustion. If you have a suggestion, please let me know in the comments. I don't think I can last 254 days.

Have you ever had to change your sleeping habits? Or any other habit? Leave a comment if you have a good tip.

Wordless Wednesday #16: Come Sail Away with Me?

2013-01-30T14:56:00.001-06:00

Wordless Wednesday. Three choices.

Tell me what Two Kinds of People this photo represents ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Writing prompt for your own post, or just add a poem/short piece in the comments. To repost the photo, include ©201e Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).
Email your own 2KoP Wordless Wednesday graphic to share on an upcoming Wednesday.

P.S. The Fourth Annual Two Kinds of People Essay Contest is coming soon. Stay tuned.

My Next Big Thing

2012-12-04T00:01:00.002-06:00

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who blog hop and those who will just skip the whole thing. There are plenty of bloggy memes out there in the guise of awards and such, where you answer silly questions about yourself, but this one seemed a bit different (or maybe it just hit me at the right time).

I was tagged by Nancy Hinchliff and asked to participate in the My Next Big Thing blog hop. It's a chance to talk about my big project and learn about interesting things that other creative people are pursing. Here are the 10 questions I was asked to address, followed by some other Big Things by talented people I know.

1. What is the working title of your book or project?
I am currently moving from the production phase to the marketing phase of my biggest undertaking to date, the Animal Store Alphabet Book.

2. Where did the idea come from for the book or project?
I'd been noodling around for a self-publishing project, and my friend Karen Gray-Keeler proposed that I write a book about animals or my husband's pet shop. I was already doing a lot of writing about animals and, at first, this didn't appeal. But I had Kenn bring home a list of all the animals in his store and discovered he had at least one animal for every letter of the alphabet. Lightbulb moment, and a new idea for an ABC book was born.

3. What genre does it fall under, if any?
This is a picture book geared for ages 4-8, and pet and animal lovers of all ages. It's at the printer and you can order your copy now!

4. If applicable, who would you choose to play your characters in a movie?
Don't know that it would or could be made into a movie, but Kenn has provided lots of animals and props for movies and TV shows out of the real The Animal Store. We have created a read-along video version of the book for our Kickstarter backers, beautifully narrated by the talented Mary Beth Schaye, who will definitely play herself in the movie (and is available for modeling gigs as well as voice overs; contact me for more info.)

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your manuscript or project?
We conducted a successful $10,000 Kickstarter campaign to fund the printing of a gorgeous 32-page full-color, hard-cover picture book about the familiar and strange animals people keep as pets.

6. Will your book or story be self-published or represented by an agency?
Our book is self-published and being printed as you read this. We have also created a variety of companion products, including a coloring/activity book, a poster, 12"x12" canvas prints, an embroidered book bag, and a read-along video version of the book.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
That's hard to say, since I was working on so many different aspects of the project all at the same time. It took about a year to complete the manuscript, but so much else was accomplished along the way.

8. What other book or stories would you compare this story to within the genre?
There are so many great picture books and alphabet books out there. My favorite alphabet book is A is for Annabelle by Tasha Tudor, and in some ways, this book is like that in that it has a similar style of verse. While unique unto themselves, Rebecca Hamlin's beautiful illustrations for our book remind me somewhat of a cross between the vibrant colors of Eric Carle's animal books and the details of Graeme Base's Animalia. (I doubt Rebecca would make the same comparisons.)

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book or story?
I answered most of this up there in question 2, but I'd like to add that collaborating with Rebecca Hamlin on this project has been an amazing experience. Most children's book authors don't ever even get to meet their illustrators, let alone collaborate closely with them. This has been a true and fruitful partnership from the start. Rebecca's talents are beyond measure, I have have come to experience first hand how words and pictures can fuse into a whole much greater than the sum of its parts. We have also enjoyed the help of many other talented folks along the way, including but not limited to: Ed, Steve, Tess, Mary Beth, Judi, Ann and Molly, and my own personal cheerleader, Sarah. I'm grateful to all of you.

10. What else about the book or story might pique the reader’s interest?
It's gorgeous, fun to read, a perfect bedtime story, a wonderful gift, and a must for every family's bookshelf (she said humbly). It is also the product of a Kickstarter campaign, an entirely new way of funding creative projects. It represents the cutting edge of publishing today—crowd funded and professionally produced by people with passion.

In the next several days, I will post other projects from other creative folks who are participating in this blog hop. Check out their sites, as well as Nancy's, and keep things hopping. These are some really good writers, so don't miss them.

12/5: Norine Dworking-McDaniel: The book-to-be is a collection of essays from by blog Don't Put Lizards In Your Ears about my being a late in life mom, done "snap-shot style" a la "Shit My Dad Says".

12/6: Kathy Mirkin: Kathy Mirkin's book Posie Pipkin is Not Doomed to be a Duck is about one girl's funny desire to become the star dancer in her ballet school's annual recital, even though she'd rather be goofing around with her friends than practicing ( ages 7 to 10). You can read Kathy's blog here.

Shari Brady: Wish I Could Have Said Goodbye is a story about Carmella D'Agostino, an average sixteen-year-old girl who is faced with coming to terms with her older sister's accidental drug overdose and death. Through Carmella's eyes, we witness the courage and strength it takes for her and her family to overcome their grief and guilt.

Christine Wolf: Christine's manuscript is called My Life Afloat—With her parents both out of work, the anchors of Maeve's "normal" life come undone. Riding the waves of her family's private shame, 12-year-old Maeve tries to save the family from sinking, even as their ship heads toward catastrophe. Christine blogs at My Live Afloat on her website and Riding the Waves on Chicago Now.

Wordless Wednesday #15: Is it all uphill?

2012-10-25T00:23:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I posted a Wordless Wednesday photo, but I got a new camera for my birthday and recently took a fabulous trip and have cool pictures to share. Use this photo to:

Tell me comment what Two Kinds of People you think this photo represents ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Use it as a writing prompt for your own post, or just add a poem/short piece in the comments. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).
Get bonus points if you can tell me where this photo was taken. Double bonus points if you can identify the movie in which this building appeared.

Email your own 2KoP Wordless Wednesday graphic if you would like to share, and I'll post it some coming Wednesday.

One Step at a Time

2012-10-21T03:37:00.000-05:00

In the absence of clearly-defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily trivia until ultimately we become enslaved by it. — Robert Heinlein

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who set goals and those who fly by the seat of their pants. I've always been a pantser.

I know some writers plot out everything they write in advance, but not me. When I was in school and we were required to do outlines, I always wrote the outline after I wrote the paper. I just turned in the outline first. Other writers set daily word count goals, but my brain doesn't work that way. Ticking down the 50K words of NaNoWriMo can be a lot of fun, but most of the time word counts are just daily trivia that gets in my way.

Oh, sure, I have goals:

Have children. (Check √√√√)
Write.
Get people to read my writing.
Get my books published.
Spend six months a year living and writing in Italy.
Become rich and famous.

It wasn't until I started my Kickstarter that I finally began to understand the most important part of that Heinlein quote: "clearly-defined goals". I definitely didn't have those.

Goals are fine, but only if they're supported by a plan. For example, I always knew I wanted to have children. It took some doing to get ours here happy and healthy. But beyond that initial success, I failed to define my goals clearly, so now I'm dealing with questions like:

How long do you actually have to feed them? And must they eat every day?
How (and why) do boys turn a clean bathroom into a total disaster in less than five minutes?
Will my teenagers drive me completely batty before they come of age?
What's wrong with flood pants? I just bought those for you last week.
What is the exit strategy? Will they ever move out and live on their own?

So when we decided to run a Kickstarter campaign, I knew we needed goals and a plan. My brother helped me develop a detailed (21-page) business plan before we began our campaign. I should have consulted him before we had children.

I've always been terrified of the idea of being a salesperson. The threat of having to meet quotas scared me right down to my toenails. As we worked on our Kickstarter business plan, my brother tried to convince me that quotas work in favor of salespeople, because they will do anything and everything to make that goal. If it takes 100 phone calls to get five orders, and your goal is 50 orders, it stands to reason that you need to make 1,000 phone calls. Simple math. Terrifying numbers (at least to me).

Once we researched our vendors and knew where the price points fell and figured out how much money we needed to raise to do what we wanted to do, the plan came together: $10,000 in 31 days. Right from the start that goal seemed both completely doable and utterly impossible. But it worked. On day 30, we made our goal (thanks so much to everyone who contributed).

It was miraculous to see how closely the daily results mirrored our plan. If we had drawn a growth chart for the business plan, it would have looked identical to the chart of our pledges. I couldn't believe it. We made a plan and it worked … exactly as we planned it.

That was (almost) as big a success as actually making our goal and getting to publish our book. It has completely changed the way this pantser is approaching life and business these days. Now I'm looking over those vaguely worded goals I mentioned earlier and trying to find ways to define them more clearly:

Write.

I do write. I write all the time. I'm probably writing too much. What do I really want to write? What projects are speaking to me? What writing do I need to do to help sustain our family? Which projects, if any, can I let go? Which project should take priority?

Get people to read my writing.

Which people? You're reading this post. You totally count. How many readers will make me happy? How will I know who has read my work and whether they like it? (Comment below, and then I'll know.)

Get my books published.

I have a lot of published writing. Most of it is online. Some of it is ghostwriting. I'm self-publishing the Animal Store Alphabet Book. Is that good enough? Do I need to be validated by being picked up by an agent? Will I only be happy if I am "traditionally" published? As Laura Munson once told me (as someone once told her), the only difference between being a published author and an unpublished author is that your book is published. You're the same you.

Spend six months a year living and writing in Italy.

Really? I have been to Italy exactly twice, more than 20 years ago. For vacation. I have no idea what it would really be like to live and work there. I don't speak Italian, and haven't made an effort to learn it. So is this a goal or a fantasy? (Who are we kidding? It would be great to live in Italy for six months a year. Specifically here.

Become rich and famous.

I have revised this last goal. I no longer have any interest in being famous, just rich. Still, what does that rich mean to me? Would being debt-free and living modestly be enough? If I could get my kids through college and into the world debt free, would that count? Would being able to do the Italy thing make me happy with my financial situation? I've always wanted a gardener. And a personal stylist. And a housekeeper/cook. But I could give up the gardener. And maybe the stylist. But not the cook! I definitely want the cook.

I have begun to understand that unless I clearly define my goals, I have no possibility of reaching them. Maybe the idea is to set smaller, realistic goals. Have big ideas, but smallish goals. Make the dream come true one step at time.

There is a caveat to the whole goal-setting thing. Once you set a goal and commit to it, you will do anything and everything to make that goal. That's the whole reason for setting goals, so perfect, right? Right, unless you have an obsessive-compulsive personality (as I do at times) and a family or other commitments. In that case, stock up on lots of frozen pizza, set a reasonable time-limit for reaching your goal, and tell your friends and family that you'll see them on the other side. If you're lucky, they'll still be there.

I do worry a bit about becoming a reformed pantser. The 12-step goal-setting program is starting to seep into other parts of my life. I feel an almost overwhelming need to make amends. Almost. I have a feeling that there will always be a bit of the pantser in me.

Goal-setter or pantser: which are you? Click here to leave a comment.

Connecting the Dots

2012-09-11T02:40:00.004-05:00

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who learn to make connections and those who just can't seem to connect the dots.

When I was a kid, I used to love doing dot-to-dot pictures. (OK, I still really like them, but don't tell anybody.) I wasn't a great artist, so I loved to watch the picture emerge as I made each new connection. Though I'm still not a great artist, I have learned to make the creative mental leaps that take you from one idea to the next until, once you connect the dots, you have a much bigger picture than you ever could have imagined.

Maybe it's a function of maturity. Perhaps as my eyesight worsens, my cognitive vision has improved. I find I can't sleep at night because my brain is so busy skipping around, trying to connect the dots that will bring my life into focus. It's a big job.

Along the way, I am completing a few smaller pictures that will make up the pages of my dot-to-dot life story. Right now, for example, I've almost completed of a wonderful project that I've been working on for well over a year. And because I am just this much of a geek, I've created my own little dot-to-dot infographic just for you. (Be forewarned, I told you I'm not a great artist.)

If you connected the dots, you'll see that we are almost there—so close we can see that hardcover copy of our very own picture book sitting on the bookshelf (in alphabetical order by author—thanks, Mom), ready to be read by children and teachers and animal lovers alike.

That green dot there near the bottom … the one with the big yellow arrow pointing to it that says "We are here" … that may be the most important dot along the way. That's the Kickstarter dot. That's the place where you get to preorder copies of the book (and coloring book, and poster, and canvas print, and book bag, if you like). That's the dot that will make all the other dots before it count. That's the dot that will help draw the completed picture of the Animal Store Alphabet Book. I hope you'll support us by preordering your copy today. Just click here. And thank you.

Kickstarter

2012-08-28T03:17:00.001-05:00

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who know and love Kickstarter, and those who have never heard of it before.

If you're one of the latter, after you read this post you'll discover a Kickstarter story around every corner. It's been covered on NPR, pilloried by The Onion on YouTube, and featured in the Wall Street Journal. Ask the next three people you meet if they've heard of Kickstarter. I'll bet at least two of them have.

What is Kickstarter

In the company's own words:

Kickstarter is a funding platform for creative projects. At this very second, thousands of people are checking out projects on Kickstarter.

They're rallying around their friends' ideas, backing projects from people they've long admired, and discovering things that make them laugh and smile.

Every project is independently crafted, put to all-or-nothing funding, and supported by friends, fans, and the public in return for rewards.

Creative Projects

This is what I love most about Kickstarter. It's all about creativity. At a time when the powers that be want to focus on standardization (that's JMHO, of course), this creative group of people mapped out a creative way to fund creative projects. (That sentence needs a few more creative adjectives.)

There have been some phenomenal successes on Kickstarter, like Ouya, a new video game console that raised $2,589,687.77 on the first day and a total of $8,596,475 in the course of its 30-day campaign. Millions of dollars, with a capital M. OK, but that's video gaming, and those people are crazy, right?

But then there's Jordon Stratford, who raised $91,751 dollars for an idea (albeit a great idea) he has for a steampunk middle-grade novel called Wollstonecraft. His original goal was $4,000. He wrote about his Kickstarter experiences and shared many tips on his gorgeous blog. Harry Potter aside, most children's book readers aren't nearly as crazy as gamers when it comes to spending hard-earned cash, but this guy caught the wave.

It used to be that creative projects needed the backing of foundations or philanthropists to raise that kind of money. Today, it can be done a few dollars at a time with donations from anyone with a credit card who can get online.

There have been some colossal failures at Kickstarter, too (although they're not easy to find). The platform offers up their stats to anyone who wants to take the time to read them. Here are their figures to date:

Category	Launched Projects	Total Dollars	Successful Dollars	Unsuccessful Dollars	Live Dollars	Live Projects	Success Rate
All	68,878	$336M	$283M	$35M	$18M	3,686	43.98%

I have found the Kickstarter site pretty easy to navigate. Payment is done through Amazon, so Kickstarter and its participants never see your credit card. It's an all or nothing proposition, too. If the project meets its goal, then backers are charged. If the project fails to meet its goal, no money changes hands.

Crowd Funding and Social Media

One of the most interesting aspects of Kickstarter is how successful it has been at harnessing the tools of social media. Successful campaigns all use Facebook, Twitter, Google+, and other social networking tools to garner support. It reminds me of that old Faberge commercial with Heather Locklear: you tell two friends, and they'll tell two friends, and so on, and so on, and so on.

Companies large and small are scrambling to find a way to harness the power of social networking, and it seems to me they could learn a thing or two from Kickstarter (or at least its successful participants).

I have personally funded three Kickstarter campaigns and am following several others. It's been fascinating to watch what works and what doesn't. Buzz seems to beget buzz, and Kickstarter fosters that, featuring projects that are doing well as staff picks and projects of the day. As my brother says, it's all about the launch.

Who knows how long the Kickstarter phenomenon will last?

Stay tuned …

Have you funded or launched a Kickstarter project? Tell us about it in a comment by clicking here.

Hotter Than a Match Head

2012-07-08T01:40:00.001-05:00

From the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood:

Younger Caro: Ugh. There's not a single goddamn breeze in Lousiana.
Younger Necie Kelleher: Someone please wring me out?
Younger Vivi: We cannot just sit here and puddle. We have to make our own goddamn breeze.

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who love summer—heat and all—and those who live for air conditioning. It's definitely been a hot town this summer in the city of Chicago. But am I complaining? No I am not. You see, I like to complain about the cold in February and it seems to me more than just a bit hypocritical to also complain about summer heat.

Don't get me wrong. When the the power went out for a good part of the day on Wednesday with the thermometer popping over the 100° mark, I wasn't thrilled to be without even a bedroom airconditioner (or the idea of losing a couple of hundred dollars worth of groceries). But the ComEd guys came to the rescue, working well past 9:00 p.m. on the 4th of July to replace one of the transformers in our alley and getting us back on the grid by the time the fireworks were over. We gave them a standing ovation (the linemen, not the fireworks, although those were good, too).

Despite the anomaly of the 2011-2012 winter, November through mid March tends to be long and cold here in the midwest (my brother would say October through May, but he's turned into a California weather wimp). And I know mild winters and hot, dry summers are sure signs that Al Gore is right and that we should be way passed panicking about Global Warming, because it's already upon us. But I still like long, hot summer days.

I usually boil myself in the shower or bath until I'm lobster red, but on a hot, hot day, there's nothing like washing the dirt and grit off the back of your neck in a cold (OK, cool) shower. Or diving into a pool or lake. Or running through a sprinkler. Or getting caught is a flash thundershower. These are pleasures that can't be replicated on those temperate days so touted by San Franciscans and San Diegons. Sometimes you just need hot, hot to wring the joy out of cold, cold.

Cold, cold movie theaters.
Cold, cold lemonade.
Cold, cold popsicles that drip down your chin.

In regular summers, most airconditioned spaces are just too cold. Why would I want to wear a sweater in the middle of July?

In regular summers, lemonade is just a sugary-sweet drink that makes my teeth feel fuzzy.

In regular summers, a plain old popsicle just doesn't compare to Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Crunch®. But on a hot, hot day, a popsicle wins hands down.

And to those of you howling about the dog days of summer, don't just sit there and puddle. Go out and make your own goddamn breeze. Or come February, don't come crying to me.

What's your favorite summer cooler? Tell me in a comment.

Wordless Wednesday #14: Letter Basket?

2012-06-20T14:35:00.001-05:00

Nothing like a few random letters to prompt some fresh writing. Here are a couple of suggestions on how to use this photo:

I can't resist alphabets, can you? What Two Kinds of People do you see in these ceramic letters? Tell me in a comment. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Writing prompt! Combine these (and maybe a few more letters) into your own post, or just add a poem/short piece in the comments. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

Email your own 2KoP Wordless Wednesday graphic if you would like to share, and I'll post it some coming Wednesday.

(Click here for more Wordless Wednesday on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #13: The Squeaky Wheel?

2012-06-06T21:24:00.000-05:00

Get the rust out of your writing with this oily prompt. Here are a couple of suggestions on how to use this photo:

There are all kinds of Two Kinds of People hidden in this photo. Tell me yours in a comment. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Comment with your guess about where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers). Hint: it's local.
Writing prompt! Post a little love and kisses on your own blog and come back and leave a link, or just post a poem/short piece in the comments. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

Email your own 2KoP Wordless Wednesday graphic if you would like to share, and I'll post it some coming Wednesday.

(Click here for more Wordless Wednesday on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #12: Love and Kisses?

2012-05-30T00:05:00.000-05:00

Here's a sweet Wordless Wednesday challenge for you.

There are all kinds of Two Kinds of People hidden in this photo. Tell me yours in a comment. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Comment with your guess about where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers). Really hard.
Writing prompt! Post a little love and kisses on your own blog and come back and leave a link, or just post a poem/short piece in the comments. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

Email your own 2KoP Wordless Wednesday graphic if you would like to share, and I'll post it some coming Wednesday.

(Click here for more Wordless Wednesday on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #11: Dots and Dashes?

2012-05-09T13:17:00.000-05:00

Have a little Wordless Wednesday fun:

Does this photo spark an idea for Two Kinds of People? Tell me in a comment. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Comment with your guess about where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers). This is a tough one this week.
Writing prompt! Cook something up on your own blog and come back and leave a link, or just post a poem/short piece in the comments. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

If you have a graphic that has 2KoP Wordless Wednesday potential that you would like to share, let me know.

(Click here for more Wordless Wednesday on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #10: Jolly Roger?

2012-05-02T14:19:00.000-05:00

Each week, I post a photo and give you ways to participate:

comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
comment with your guess where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers).
Use the photo as a writing prompt. If you write something and post it, be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

If you have a graphic that has 2KoP Wordless Wednesday potential that you would like to share, let me know.

(And for more Wordless Wednesday fun, check out our weekly posts on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #9: Into the Mystic?

2012-04-25T19:57:00.001-05:00

Each week, I post a photo and give you ways to participate:

comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
comment with your guess where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers).
Use the photo as a writing prompt. If you write something and post it, be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

If you have a graphic that has 2KoP Wordless Wednesday potential that you would like to share, let me know.

(And for more Wordless Wednesday fun, check out our weekly posts on The Animal Store blog.)

World Book Night

2012-04-23T01:05:00.002-05:00

There are two kinds of people in the world: enthusiastic readers and reluctant readers.

Maybe it's because my mom was a librarian that I became such an avid reader. Maybe it's because reading came easily to me. Maybe it's because no matter how bored I was, I could always find something interesting to read. Reading saved me in elementary school, where I would race through my class work just so I could read my book of the moment. Some teachers loved that about me, others were annoyed. But I loved reading and read voraciously.

Until college. I had so much reading to do for my courses (and read so slowly) that I had very little time for pleasure reading. (The exception was sophomore year, when my roommate Sylvia and I went on a Harlequin Romance binge that was a combination of guilty pleasure and pure procrastination. Do not ask to see my transcripts from that year. It's not pretty.)

After college, I had a lot of reading to do for work and it took me a while rediscover the joys of pleasure reading and to give myself permission to enjoy it again. What a strange thought that I needed some kind of permission to enjoy reading. After I had babies (two that first time, remember), fiction reading again was relegated to the back burner as I pored over nonfiction titles like Having Twins, Your Premature Baby, and Helping Children Overcome Learning Disabilities. Reading was essential, but not really fun.

Then I convinced a couple of friends to start a book club. It wasn't an easy sell to these young mothers, who all felt overwhelmed and didn't relish the idea of deadlines. We agreed that you didn't have to finish the book to attend meetings, and it was great to have everyone's input on the titles we chose. I was making so many tough decisions in my real life, that simple choices, like what book to read, seemed overwhelming.

And then reading was fun again. And it has been ever since. So it breaks my reader's and writer's heart when I hear someone (two of my sons, for example) say that hate reading. How can you hate reading? It's just wrong. Reading is an escape, an adventure, a learning experience, a way to be someone else, to explore new worlds, to meet new people, to become a different creature all together. Nothing transports you the way reading can.

I have heard many times that authors write only half the book; readers write the other half, and every time a book is read or reread, it is rewritten. I love this sentiment, because it is exquisitely true. When you see a film, you may be transported, but you are being transported to someone else's vision. When you read a book, you create the characters and settings and events in your mind's eye. Yes, the writer draws the outline, but you paint the picture with all the colors of your imagination. It's synergy—the interaction of two or more agents or forces so that their combined effect is greater than the sum of their individual effects—in its purest form.

That's why I was so excited to be chosen to be a giver in this year's first annual World Book Night USA. The whole goal of World Book Night is to inspire reluctant or infrequent readers to read more and learn to love reading. The sponsors of the event printed thousands of special-edition copies of 30 chosen titles. Each giver then selected one title and picked up 20 copies of that book to distribute on April 23, 2012—World Book Night. Today!

I chose The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. When I first read it in 2004, it took me four tries to get past page 40, but once I did, I was hooked. It has become one of my favorite contemporary novels. In fact, I was so enamored by my experience reading it, that I wrote to Oprah for the chance to meet Barbara Kingsolver and have a bookclub dinner/discussion with the two of them. While I wasn't chosen for the dinner (darn!), I was invited to be in the audience of the Oprah Show on the day the discussion aired. Here's my gushing epistle:

Dear Oprah,

I recently finished reading Kingsolver's masterful "Poisonwood Bible" … or at least I thought I had. The characters, story and language of this book haunt me wherever I go. It may be that I, like Orleanna, have four children, including a set of twins (one of whom has different needs). Or maybe it's our family's recent camping trip, when all I could think about was preparing meals for my family in the conditions of Kilanga. Perhaps it was my stop at Old Orchard shopping center last Monday, when the pure volume of STUFF in just one store overwhelmed me—shamed me and our overindulged, ignorant nation.

I was born in 1960, the year the Price family left for the Congo. The history spanned in this novel has been my history and I've known eve ry character of the book in my own life. Ms. Kingsolver's beautiful language eloquently expressed for me the one lesson I hope I have learned so far in life … that what you know to be absolutely true can be, and often is, completely wrong in other circumstances.

By pure coincidence, my book club had chosen this book a few months ago. I couldn't even face the idea of a nearly 600-page, bible quoting novel about Africa. Now I can't believe it's over. I feel like this family will always be a part of me, that I will look at my abundant gifts with renewed thankfulness and that I will treasure the experiences of life with my family with less pettiness and more joy. It is the rare novel that inspires so much introspection—I just don't have that much time! But the "Poisonwood Bible" made me think about such things as parenting, politics, nature, marriage, racism, sexism, religion, tolerance, intolerance and the indescribable beauty of indoor plumbing, just to name a few.

Finally, thanks to Adah, I'll never be able to read another sentence without trying read it backwards. It's driving me crazy! So, I'll end with my own palindrome.

Oprah, O, to go to Harpo!

Please consider including me in your upcoming discussion of this wonderful book.

If you haven't read The Poisonwood Bible, go read it now. In the meantime, join me in celebrating World Book Night (WBN). It's such a thrill to be giving "permission" to some infrequent readers to really love fiction. Bookmark the WBN site so you can join in next year. Special thanks to The Book Stall in Winnetka for being a participating site (and being one of the most fabulous independent bookstores in the world). Finally, tell me, are you an enthusiastic or reluctant reader?

Wordless Wednesday #6: James Paradiso

2012-04-18T00:01:00.000-05:00

This fabulous Wordless Wednesday prompt comes to you from fellow writer and amazing photographer James Paradiso. Check out his photo gallery. How does this image inspire you? Here are two suggestions:

comment on what Two Kinds of People it brings to mind. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
Use the photo as a writing prompt. This photo appears on 2KoP with permission from James Paradiso. If you choose write something based on this photo and want to post it, please contact James first for permission and information on how he would like to be credited. Be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find your creation.

(Check out our weekly posts The Animal Store blog for more Wordless Wednesday fun.)

Wordless Wednesday #5: Lacy?

2012-04-04T17:06:00.000-05:00

Each week, I post a photo and give you three ways to participate:

comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")
comment with your guess where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers).
Use the photo as a writing prompt. If you write something and post it, be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People).

(And for more Wordless Wednesday fun, check out our weekly posts on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #4: Friendly Giant?

2012-03-28T21:13:00.000-05:00

Each week, I post a photo and ask you to comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")

Or, use the photo as a writing prompt. If you write something and post it, be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People). If you want to know more about the picture, ask.

(And for more Wordless Wednesday fun, check out our weekly posts on The Animal Store blog.)

Wordless Wednesday #3: Caffeine?

2012-03-21T22:15:00.000-05:00

Each week, I post a photo and ask you to comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")

Or, use the photo as a writing prompt. Write something creative and leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People). If you want to know more about the picture, ask.

(See my latest post on Write It Sideways: How to Read to Improve Your Writing.)

We Didn't Start the Fire

2012-03-20T09:42:00.001-05:00

Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. — Robert Frost

There are two kinds of people in the world: firefighters and arsonists. I won't bother to point out the inciting incident that fueled this essay. Regular readers will know what it was, and the flamers who ignited it won't be back to read this post.

Let me acknowledge from the outset that this post could land me firmly in the old fuddy-duddy category, someone longing for the "good old days" when people were kind and respectful to one another. I won't cop to full-fledged curmudgeon, but I will admit that I'm tired—tired of the endless shouting, impatience, and boorish behavior that I see almost everywhere I look.

Civil discourse is neither civil (polite or courteous) nor discourse (verbal communication; conversation). We're too busy shouting and calling each other names that we can't even hear each other, let alone take the time to imagine what it might be like to walk in another's shoes. Does anyone else remember learning "Robert's Rules of Debate" in school, like rule #43, Decorum in Debate:

"In debate a member must confine himself to the question before the assembly, and avoid personalities."

Can't say the I've seen much evidence of this rule in the recent GOP primary-related conflagrations.

And extreme expression isn't limited to public debate. Yesterday, I was waiting at an intersection as an elderly woman crossed the street, slowly, using a walker. The woman in the car behind me found this to be an intolerable delay and proceeded to lean on her horn until I was finally able to move. I wish I could say that I held my tongue (and middle finger) in check, that I had smiled at the lady in the crosswalk and ignored the woman in the other car. But I knew I was right, and that the car lady was wrong.

James Thurber said: "It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers."

So, here a couple of questions I have about yesterday's incident.

What could possibly have been so important that the woman in the car behind me needed to honk such a tantrum?
And did my futile tantrum of epithets and hand gestures do anyone any good?

I looked to psychology to help me understand the nature of temper tantrums only to discover a raging controversy about whether tantrums should be medicalized into something called "disruptive mood dysregulation disorder" or DMDD (I'm not making this up).

Instead of blowing my top over another abandonment of common sense in favor of excusing bad behavior, I decided to do what writers should be able to do best. I decided to tell you a story (and a half).

I may have mentioned here how fond I am of words. I'm afraid I have become overfond of a few particular words that don't belong in civil discourse. But there are two "swears" that we forbid in our home (if you have delicate sensibilities, avert your eyes, as I am about to print them here): "shut up" and "stupid".

When my youngest son was little, he threw excellent temper tantrums—full-blown, rolling-on-the-floor, fist-flaying, ear-piercing tantrums. Even better, he had the uncanny ability to read my mood and throw his tantrums at precisely the most inconvenient moment, usually in public when I was running late for picking up one of his siblings.

One day, I committed some unspeakable sin (probably suggesting that it was bedtime or that he should pick up his Legos). His face turned fire-engine red and, spit flying, he screamed at me: "Shut up, stupid, stupid, stupid."

His brothers and sister froze in horror, absolutely sure he would be struck by lightning at any moment. In a rare moment of self control, I did not lose my own temper (or crack up, which was what I really wanted to do). I simply walked out of the silent room, locked myself into my bathroom and laughed myself silly.

Around 2:00 a.m., he woke me. "I'm sorry I called you those very bad words," he sobbed.

I resisted the urge to comfort him and said calmly: "Those were very bad things you said, and I'm sure next time you feel that angry, you'll do better."

I wish I could say that was the last tantrum. It wasn't.

A few days later, he made the mistake of throwing his fit at home when I had the luxury of time to wait him out. I was making the beds up in his room when he let loose. I made few feeble attempts to disarm the explosive device, but it was futile. When I finished the beds, I stepped over him and moved on to another room. After a few minutes, the shrieking and banging stopped suddenly and I heard the patter of his little, angry feet as he tramped through the house looking for me.

He ricocheted from room to room, finally finding me folding clothes in my bedroom. After glaring at me for a full 10 seconds, he threw himself on the floor and picked up his tantrum where it had left off. This time, I couldn't control myself, and burst out laughing. I laughed till tears rolled down my face. His tantrum finally lost its steam and he rushed to me, throwing his arms around my neck: "Don't cry, Mama," he said.

As he has matured, he has learned that the surest way to diffuse my anger is to make me laugh. And I have learned that the best way to extinguish a temper tantrum is to ignore it.

So, has the youthful fire in my belly petered down to a mere smoldering heap of curmudgeonly ashes? And if so, can I at least request that we raise the level of our insults from tedious "F yous" to something more interesting, say along the lines of Shakespeare? At a loss? Try this handy-dandy Shakespearian insult generator. Feel free to hurl them in the comments.

Wordless Wednesday #2: Stubborn?

2012-03-14T00:30:00.000-05:00

Each week, I post a photo and ask you to comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .")

Or, use the photo as a writing prompt. Write something creative and leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (just add my copyright ©Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People). If you want to know more about the picture, ask.

I swore to myself the I'd have another 2KoP post up before Wordless Wednesday #2. Note to self: don't swear. If you want good ideas for your own blogs, though, I recommend to posts on Write It Sideways:

Not Just Another Writer's Writing Blog by Susan Bearman (c'est moi)

Is A “Niche” Or “Non-Niche” Blog Right For You? by Sarah Braughman