Tag Archives: Self publishing
A chance to be published. No, I mean by somebody else.
So my inbox contained a legitimate solicitation for my writing skills. Clearly, somebody needs to see a counselor. But since this potentially-lucrative opportunity requires me to go ahead an exploit their utterly profound lack of judgement, I need to get … Continue reading
How to become a schizophrenic with one reading app
I never in my life ever expected humanity’s ever-increasing appetite for acceleration to come to the point that the very act of reading would become a veritable Asperger’s simulation chamber. But it’s happened. Don’t believe it? Peep this app: I … Continue reading
In which I blatantly use an accordion-player’s cheekiness for my own pathetic attempt at self-promotion.
Some thirty-five years ago, my father and I were watching some telethon in which Sammy Davis Jr. was involved. There he stood, in a tuxedo and hand-held mic, casually making small talk after a song. He then mentioned that his … Continue reading
My pathetic need for tactile comfort (on designing a book cover)
It seems I am gaining followers here every single day. This invokes an immediate reflex to check out exactly who is following. The numbers of followers who are already published authors, have a book in the hopper—or both—is staggering. And … Continue reading
Yanking the proprietary chain
I was a real wiseacre in the 1990’s. Shiftless, malcontented, and always looking to see if I could get people to reflexively answer stupid questions like,”do these stairs go up or down?” When I managed to ferret a circa-1940’s typewriter … Continue reading
Possibly my worst post
I say this because It’s been a long day, in which yours truly does not feel good. It’s a day that encompasses fatigue, annoyance, and a general internal consensus that I am becoming psychologically staged for some real life-changes. This … Continue reading
Reader’s Block? Tape your Nook to your arm
Reader’s Block. It works like this: I buy book. I stare at pages. I fall asleep and have no idea what I read. I’m not really sure if I can attribute a precipitous drop in reading acumen to my mere … Continue reading
Jim Carrey: inspiration doesn’t get any more succinct
Technically, I’m loosely siphoning this bit of inspiration from my FaceBook feed. And since it’s most likely situationally viral, it may be no surprise to any of my followers either. I have no idea HOW–his last statement in this video … Continue reading
Concerning false starts and heat rash
It’s 110 degrees outside right now. You’d think I’d be used to it, as my quasi-indigenous upbringing would allow me to move past an attitudinal Jurassic age and just let Lethargus Rex go extinct. But I don’t. I’m laying about … Continue reading
Master Of None 