Monday, September 23, 2013

Jung/Briggs Thinks A Pair of Males are Extreme

Humanmetrics Jung Typology Test™


Extravert(78%) Sensing(25%) Feeling(62%) Judging(1%)

You have strong preference of Extraversion over Introversion (78%)

You have moderate preference of Sensing over Intuition (25%)

You have distinctive preference of Feeling over Thinking (62%)

You have marginal or no preference of Judging over Perceiving (1%)

Damon: An extrovert without any judgment who values feelings over common sense.

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Introvert(67%) iNtuitive(88%) Thinking(38%) Judging(67%)

You have distinctive preference of Introversion over Extraversion (67%)

You have strong preference of Intuition over Sensing (88%)

You have moderate preference of Thinking over Feeling (38%)

You have distinctive preference of Judging over Perceiving (67%)

Malcolm: An introvert who’s intuitive and judgmental and pretends not to care.

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Extravert(89%) iNtuitive(50%) Feeling(50%) Judging(33%)

You have strong preference of Extraversion over Introversion (89%)

You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (50%)

You have moderate preference of Feeling over Thinking (50%)

You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (33%)

Digo: A rather perfect blend of Red and Blue.
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The author? Introvert(78%) iNtuitive(38%) Feeling(12%) Judging(44%) Mainly, just someone who needs to stop wasting time, but seriously. How cool is it that two polar opposites are blended so well in a third character?

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Colors Debating Reviews

“Oh my. I see our author is delightfully blue about reviews. A waste of time, this unproductive whining over whether to ask anyone brave enough to admit liking the colors to step up and speak up, if they haven’t done so already.”

“Whaaat?  Of course people hate wrong color like yours, but reviews are important?”

“I should care about these reviews?”

“Yes. Rankings are everything on Amazon. Promo sites and readers want honest opinions if the reader should spend the equivalent of a cup of coffee, but most of all, whether they should invest that wretched four letter t-word. There’s so many options for entertainment.”


“Time, you big dummy.” Giggle. “The thing Mal worries about all the time, ha ha. But counting stars won’t get us back home. We have to invest in four novels worth of time no matter what any critic thinks, so it makes more sense to have fun and not worry.”

“Mal, I can make stupid-girl count the stars for you. But I want our author to be red about these reviews, not blue. Fix that, okay?”

“Right. You can’t make—”

“Leave her alone, brother, and forget the night sky. The rating system uses stars.”

“I don’t understand why I should care that our author cares.”

 “Shut up. Like fire and water, words spoken by those who aren’t a sociopath are important. Our author shouldn’t be afraid to reach for these stars. Mal, is our author a wimp?”

“How the hell do I know? I’m just expected to have the answers, figure everything out, decide every comma Oxford or not, screw round with dangling particles, find a happy ending for a tome of over 400K words while every bigot in the spectrum fights for the spotlight, and so on.”

 “It doesn’t seem nice to put a reader on the spot by directly asking for a review, and it’s not like every reader  likes all color,” shudder, “Not if they’re truthful. Some shades are better, less scary, and most of all, less stupid than others. Mal, hold me. I’m worried that…no! Stay away, you—”

“Jesus, Damon, could you leave her…sure, lock her in the closet. One less character to complain without offering a solution. I’d like to resolve this issue before my ‘helper’ returns to add to the pointless interruptions.”

“Hmpf.  Readers, the rest of you contaminated freaks, I don’t care—”

“Thank you, brother. Once you’re done shoving your fist down her throat, drag her down the hall to her room…okay, fine the closet door is still on its hinges.”

“Mal, get off the computer. Quit fussing about reviews and come play with…Stop that, you stupid big lout. At least let me open the closet before you completely destroy it. Mal! Make him—”

“Oh for the love of whatever. Now it’s just you and me, brother. And I don’t think you’re capable of understanding the complexity of asking for reviews. It’s a detailed, heart wrenching…what are you doing? Get your damn hands off me. P-please. Oh no. Not in there with the miserable girls. Oh my-my-my-my—”

“Author—forget reviews. Get back to work. Write a better story where Red doesn’t break everything I touch like this damn comput—