Life is too short to be sober.
Friday, January 27, 2012
I am hoping to get this grad school application stuff done and the GRE taken so I can finish my book.
The missing pieces are all floating in the recesses of my mind. Every time I do get to work on it I feel that much closer to truly being done. It is hovering around 71,000 words and will probably end up around that length.
I have been adding important parts that tie it all together and taking out unnecessary parts and parts where I over-explain. Then I will line edit.
I am also trying to settle on a name, and I am pretty sure I have one. However, I am not at liberty to reveal it yet.
When I am finished I have a plan for publishing it that will work in conjunction with getting other short stories published, this blog, the social media, and promoting myself in other venues. It is a pretty good plan, if I do say so, myself. With any luck it will all come together by the end of the year.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
"Wait a sec, didn't you make a vow to not buy anymore books for a while or something until you get the ones you already own read. And isn't this about communism or something?"
Yes, I did make that vow, however, I can't help myself. I also found some other cool books, including some John Updike and Jonathan Franzen... And no, Escape From Freedom isn't about communism, it's about the human tendancy towards totalitarianism...
"Oh" he mutters, thinking "dirty communist" and then says "That's cool."
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
I should probably delete that last post but I'm not. Here's a random picture from my phone to distract you. This is my legal defense team. Chi Chi, who looks like an ewok, is my lawyer, and Elliot is her paralegal/secretary.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I swerved through traffic my radio blasting Marilyn Manson as the person in the car I just ripped past gave me the finger. I couldn't be late, not again. My boss had made that clear. If I was late again I would be out on the street without a job.
I pressed down on the accelerator when I came to a stretch of a clearing in the left lane. Five more minutes down the highway and I would make it. I could do it in three if I really pushed it. Hopefully I wouldn't run into any cops, or get cut off by some shlub or anything.
Is the job really worth getting a speeding ticket or getting into an accident, though? Surely I need a job, but at what cost? What the hell was I even doing working there? A couple generations ago, a person with an English degree probably would not have had to settle indefinitely for a job at a restaurant. An education used to mean something back then -- even one in the humanities. What happened?
I thought about it, and the more I did, subconsciously, the slower I went. Before I realized it, I was holding up traffic. The first opportunity I had I got over in the slow lane behind a semi. If I was late, I would be late, whatever happened, I would let fate decide.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The Devotchka hit us, put us in the the right mood. Back, back to the Ohio countryside. Small bankrupt towns sprinkled out over dead winter farmland and wooded stretches half naked with the evergreen scruff like body hair amongst the barren deciduous trees. I stare out the window as the scenery rolls by, but I see none of it. I am lost in thoughts. Plans for the future, collectively, my plan of action. My life's goal. It seems so close, but yet it is still beyond the class. In order to get it I am going to have to get in and stare back at the where I am from and try to make sense of it all. Then I will be free to improve upon it, in some small way. It has worked for me so far, why change now. The only change I have to make is within myself, but the mystery behind that change is the greatest mystery of all. Life.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
As I can now use my phone to update this blog, I am now much more likely to keep up with it. My goal is to use this page as my main website for all my thoughts, stories, poems, pictures, art... If I am going to be serious as a writer I need to start somewhere, and at least this way I can control the content and get my ideas out to anybody who is paying attention. So, yeah, marketing...