Tattoo Tuesday – I don’t like my tattoo.

Marvin by Tom Armstrong

I know how Marvin feels.  I didn’t like one of my tattoo’s, either.  I had a great idea and a unique image reference, but my tattoo artist couldn’t quite capture my vision.

The tattoo didn’t turn out the way I wanted.

So, I had a few options.  I could have pouted and cried, threatened and accused, or criticized and complained.

And, I did a little bit of all that.  But in the end, I realized it was my tattoo. No one else’s. So, I could either cut my wrist off or I could learn to love it.  The former wasn’t a viable option.  Especially for a writer, I kind of need my hand.

I talked to the original artist and between of the two of us, we came up with a way to covered part of the bad tattoo with another image and still keep the same story and created a better tattoo.

It still isn’t perfect. But, I learned to love my tattoo.

If you get a tattoo and you don’t like it, there are options besides self mutilation (yeah, I get the irony of that statement considering some people think tattoos are a form of body mutilation):

  • If you don’t like your tattoo or it didn’t turn out the way you envisioned, say something to your tattoo artist.  If he is good, he will change it or adjust it to make sure you are happy leaving his shop.  His reputation is on the line.
  • Go to another artist and see if they have any ideas on how to change it or improve it.  Fresh eyes may be the key to creating something good our of something bad.
  • Cover it up by incorporating it into a larger piece (not an option for my wrist tattoo, I have no more skin surface).
  • Live with it. Your tattoo may not be perfect, but it is uniquely yours.  And, it doesn’t change the story behind why you got the tattoo in the first place.

Do you have a tattoo you’re not 100% happy with?  What did you do about?

Related post:  My wrist tattoo redux. 

Tattoo Tuesday – Two of my Favorites

I didn’t know if I was going to get a Tattoo Tuesday post today because writing life, professional life and personal life all decided to beat me up today, but I can’t let my Tattoo Tuesday Fan’s down.  So, I decided to combine two of my favorite things:

Star Wars Inspired Tattoos

Found at
Tattoo by Vincent Moisdon
Tattoo by Leigh Harris at Paradise 2
Tatttoo by Artoo at
Tattoo by Oleg Turyanskiy
Tattoo by Steve Morris


Tattoo found at








How cute is Yoda?  It’s my favorite, which one do you like the best?  Is there a movie you like so much that you would the characters tattooed on your body?  

My Weekly Update – September is Almost Here

September means a break for the hot temperatures in China.  Even though the weather is perfect to be outside exploring Shanghai, I have a busy month in front of the computer as well.  Here are a few items that are on my to do list for September:

  1. Finish the first draft on my second novel.  Campnano will only get me about two-thirds done.  I will have another 25,000 – 30,000 words to go before it is completed.  Happy dance will have to wait a few more weeks.
  2. Start edits on, I’m Coming Home, my first novel.  Can anyone recommend a good book on editing?  I am a ‘step by step’ kind of person, so I am looking for something that gives good instructions to follow on the editing process.
  3. Edit my short story for the Burrst Writing Contest.  The only prompt given was ‘Blue’.
  4. Pick one out of the three ideas I have for Nanowrimo.  I want to start outlining in October.
  5. Find more Tattoo Tuesday stories.  If I have to crawl over mountains and wade through lakes, I will find them.  Highest views of the week for me for those looking for exposure (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
  6. Participate in a few Blogfest.  Click on the badges for more information and to join me.

Blog Love 
I love this poem by The Invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer posted on Glitter, Bliss and Perfect Chaso.  It is what my MC is looking for. To be honest, so am I. 
Paul Dorset did a guest post at Karen’s Different Corner that was brilliant.  What do Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll have to do with being an Indie Author.  You can’t go wrong with a title like that and I assure you the post doesn’t disappoint.  
New Followers
Things to Bitch About
Cowboy Cowden
Debbie at Moon in Gemini
Roomaomao – my new source for shanghai
*Thanks also to all the comments, likes, RT’s, clicks, views, stumbled upon and favorites I received last week. I appreciate the love more then you know. 
Next Weeks Schedule
Tuesday – Tattoo Tuesday
Thursday – Sydney Quotes the Movies
Saturday – Blog Post 
Sunday – My Weekly Update 

Tattoo Tuesday – D.C. McMillen

I am so excited to feature the very talented D.C. McMillen here on Tattoo Tuesday. She has a great tattoo story and she has her mother to blame thank.

My Mom Talked Me into My First Tattoo

It was about 2am when I walked into a 24 hour convenience store. I was a scantily clad 19 year old who had spent the evening in the club district. He was a very large, young Asian man covered in tattoos, who worked behind the counter. We chatted about stuff I can’t remember, with the exception that his uncle owned the store and needed him to cover a shift, and then he asked if I was free the following evening. I told him I had plans to get my belly button pierced and if he would like to come along, I knew of a great little dive bar just around the corner.

For a man covered in large, detailed tats, his face flushed to a shocking shade of pink when he watched the needle pierce my skin. I laughed at his reaction and we went for dinner and drinks and then a party at my friend’s house.

My mother was, well, grossed out at my belly button ring. I told her I planned to go back to get another piercing the next week and she begged me to reconsider. I wasn’t surprised by my mom’s reaction. She had always had a weird thing about piercings. She did not work up the courage to pierce her own ears until she had reached her twenties and when I got my ears pierced at age eleven she could not even watch. She did go with me to the salon, though, and sat on a bench outside eating ice cream (her ultimate comfort food) while I went to my appointment. When I pierced another set of holes in my ears a year later with a needle and ice cubes, she almost passed out.

What did surprise me, however, was my mother’s suggestion that I get a tattoo instead of another body piercing.

“You want me to get a tattoo?” I asked.

“Why not? You’re creative, artistic and you have a great body. You can come up with something funky and oh so you. Put one pretty much anywhere and it will look good on you, sweetie.”


“Trust me. If you want one, do it now while you’re young. When you’re old you’ll spend your time regretting the shit you didn’t do, not the shit you did do.”

She had a point, even if she was contradicting herself by trying to talk me out of the piercing.

I had been designing tattoos since I was sixteen, selling the designs to a couple of tattoo artist friends, and had always planned to get one or two tattoos of my own one day. My mother’s unsolicited advice is what made me finally take the plunge. I did not use one of my own designs for that first tattoo, though, nor did I go to one of my friends to get inked. Despite the fact that my artwork had sold to more than a few buyers and a couple of paintings even hung in office buildings in downtown Toronto, I never felt confident in my work. I was not about to trust my body to a tattoo artist who was so artistically impaired that he liked my art. Instead I walked into a highly regarded tattoo shop on Queen Street and picked an image off the wall.

I did not bring the hot Asian guy with me this time; I went alone, which worked out in my favour because the artist who inked me turned out to be an even hotter, larger Asian guy with even more awesome tattoos. What luck!  😉

The tattoo I chose was a large tribal style frog on my shoulder blade. Many days in my early childhood were spent catching and releasing frogs. When I moved to the city I began collecting toy frogs, figurines, frog carvings, etc. to remind me of home.  I still have much of the collection.

I proudly showed my mom my new tat. It was a little larger than she expected but she liked it.

“See? Aren’t you glad you got that out of your system now while you’re young?” my mom asked.

“Actually, I made an appointment to get another tattoo next month,” I answered.

My mother rolled her eyes and grumbled that at least I wasn’t putting another hole through my body.

D.C. McMillen, bio

D.C. McMillen lives in Toronto, Canada. She enjoys writing about dirty sex in questionable places but has been known to write about other subjects, on special occasions.
D.C. is featured in MuseItHot’s Short & Spicy line up with The Rental and the upcoming story A Decent December. Her debut novella, The Rusty Nail, was recently published through Rebel Ink Press, and she is published in several print and e-book anthologies.
D.C. is obsessed with Twitter and invites you to look her up at @mcmillendc, on her blog, or on Facebook, where she goes sometimes.
If you would like to be featured on Tattoo Tuesday, send me your tattoo story.

Tattoo Tuesday – My New Tattoo

This Tattoo Tuesday, I decided to share my most recent tattoo story.  Recent as in two day ago.

So, let me take you though it.  First I pick out an image.

I love lotus flowers and the meaning behind them.  They have a fascinating life.  The lotus flower begins as a seed buried deep into the mud and sediment of a lake or pond.  It pushes its way through the dirt and muck reaching for the light.  When passes through the murky water, it purifies it and makes the water clear.  The messier its surroundings, the more beautiful the lotus becomes.  It is inspiring to me to think that beauty can come from less then ideal situations.

Next, my tattoo artist takes my image and creates a stencil.  I have a couple of tattoos where the artist drew the image free hand directly on my skin.  This tattoo needed clean solid lines and was pretty specific, so the stencil was the way to go.

That is YoYo.

After she places the stencil, she gets to work on my tattoo.

At this point, just imagine a hot nail being dragged across your skin like a hot poker and then mix that with the sound of a tooth drill.  It is so much fun.

But, if you can stand all that, you end up with something like this:

Happiness, Passion, Love & Faith

If you have a tattoo story to share, let me know.