Tag Archives: publishing
Okay, Maybe I Have to Re-Write (and how my habit of trolling may get me published)
Today is the day that I stare into the narcolepsy-inducing abyss of needing to re-write my book. The main reason is simply because the next phase will me more laborious than the actual creative process– and this has to do … Continue reading
Re-writing Is for Suckers
Actually having finished a rough draft of an entire book is a shock to the system for me. I talked all kinds of smack about it five years ago. I had all kinds of MS-13-level bravado about it. I had … Continue reading
. . . and my book is finished.
37 days from the start of this ridiculous, Iditarod-level lunacy. 47, 000 words, with at least another five waiting in elaborative revisionary addenda to concepts and scenes I refused to bog down in the initial process. Rewrite is next. Probably … Continue reading
Chapter 1–The Mural
The mural had become a part of the background noise. Elementary schools nearly always have murals, and this one was no different. Oak Valley Elementary School’s mural was a known quantity–an accepted part of the historical record. Painted in the … Continue reading
Whoa. Seven chapters in already? Must be a stroke.
I’ve spent considerable time on this blog, not only writing a fulsome, scurvy heap of odd things, like this long-form essay about Billy Squier’s meteoric fall from musical grace, and use it basically try to foment discord, distrust, and division … Continue reading
A few of you might remember–I was intending to write a book
I have had basically three books in me that I’ve wanted to write: 1. One of them involves the Founding Fathers. 2. One of them involves blues legend Robert Johnson. 3. One of them involves a ragamuffin band of childhood … Continue reading
What does it mean
When the book you’re reading telling you “how to get a book published” is the only book the author OF THAT book has in print?
Update on my “fireside chats with successful people” idea.
I Actually don’t intend to call it that–I mean why would I want to dump Franklin D. Out of his originality chair? I unexpectedly got my first hit the other day–an email from an author whose work I am … Continue reading
Chuck Taylors, ukuleles, and my own sanity.
I really wish I was a one-note samba. I mean it. I wish I had one ability, one passion, one benevolent, artistic master to which I paid supplication and deference. But that isn’t me. One minute I’m a blogger. The … Continue reading
My favorite guitar solo of all time
Growing up in a varied and independent pentecostal/charismatic circle of spiritual youth-rearing had many cool side-effects. Not the least of which was the ability to pursue music that was loud, melodic and passionate. At age thirteen, I bought my first … Continue reading
Master Of None 