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Recently I went to a jam band concert out in Buffalo. I don't remember what day it was but if you ask me about it later I can tell you what day it was.
Earlier in the day I was drinking bottles of hobo wine, Mad dog 20/20, with my sister. I had gone through two bottles and gave a few calls out. I got ahold of Pat and he was excited to hear from me. He informed me that he was going to some Jam Band concert out in Buffalo. Well I continued drinking so by the time we were well on our way and entering the concert I was pretty... well you could only imagine.
I had fun in the crowd for a little bit until I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way there. On the way out I decided to have a lay down in the grass near a light pole. I was awaken by some guy. He woke me saying "Hey man do you know of anything good going around?" Well I didn't know of anything that was going around I was just drunk and passing out. He must have thought I was high on something. Well I decided to relocate to a bench just a hundred feet or so away. I feel asleep again and was awaken by a similar question. I stayed awake. I got a call and text message from several people. One was my dad who wanted to know what time I graduated. The other was Sean. Good friend. PA. He left me a rather nice message telling me to give him a call back about visiting. I have to get back to him. The other was Samantha. She left text messages and I tried calling back. I returned the calls to Sean and Samantha in one of the Port-o-potti's because it wasn't so loud in there. I guess I had a rough entrance and exit because after I got out one of the lady security guards came up to me and tried to take me away to the Ambulence. I was obliged to go. She told me that I was unable to walk straight and that she was taking me to the Ambulence. I was telling her it was no big deal and that I was trying to answer my phone and all that jazz and it was too much to comprehend at that time but I still didn't mind accompanying her. She then told me I seem to be walking straight then so she was going to let me go. I remember her telling me twice that I seem to be walking perfectly normal. I wish I had money for beer or a hot dog. I can't buy beer. I'd settle for a hot dog. The rest of the night was somewhat loud and forgettable.
After the four of us reunited and made our way out we were walking down the street to the car. I was still drunk apparently. I don't remember looking for it but I found a card board box, it was like those chinese food boxes, from some restaurant. There was three salt potatoes and two or three steamed carrots in there and a piece of chicken with some sort of sauce. I think it was a starch sauce like on a country friend steak. Pat guessed it was chicken. He was right, I was surprised. I wish I had a fork then. I ate pretty much all of it. I hate carrots. I left them in the box and tossed it. I am not going to lie the carrots looked good though, but overall the meal was really good. My main regret was not trying to figure out where the food originated. I wish to go back there someday. Thank you nameless citizen for leaving their food (at a bus stop I think? whci makes sense because you can't bring food on the bus). You will be in my heart always.
Earlier in the day I was drinking bottles of hobo wine, Mad dog 20/20, with my sister. I had gone through two bottles and gave a few calls out. I got ahold of Pat and he was excited to hear from me. He informed me that he was going to some Jam Band concert out in Buffalo. Well I continued drinking so by the time we were well on our way and entering the concert I was pretty... well you could only imagine.
I had fun in the crowd for a little bit until I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way there. On the way out I decided to have a lay down in the grass near a light pole. I was awaken by some guy. He woke me saying "Hey man do you know of anything good going around?" Well I didn't know of anything that was going around I was just drunk and passing out. He must have thought I was high on something. Well I decided to relocate to a bench just a hundred feet or so away. I feel asleep again and was awaken by a similar question. I stayed awake. I got a call and text message from several people. One was my dad who wanted to know what time I graduated. The other was Sean. Good friend. PA. He left me a rather nice message telling me to give him a call back about visiting. I have to get back to him. The other was Samantha. She left text messages and I tried calling back. I returned the calls to Sean and Samantha in one of the Port-o-potti's because it wasn't so loud in there. I guess I had a rough entrance and exit because after I got out one of the lady security guards came up to me and tried to take me away to the Ambulence. I was obliged to go. She told me that I was unable to walk straight and that she was taking me to the Ambulence. I was telling her it was no big deal and that I was trying to answer my phone and all that jazz and it was too much to comprehend at that time but I still didn't mind accompanying her. She then told me I seem to be walking straight then so she was going to let me go. I remember her telling me twice that I seem to be walking perfectly normal. I wish I had money for beer or a hot dog. I can't buy beer. I'd settle for a hot dog. The rest of the night was somewhat loud and forgettable.
After the four of us reunited and made our way out we were walking down the street to the car. I was still drunk apparently. I don't remember looking for it but I found a card board box, it was like those chinese food boxes, from some restaurant. There was three salt potatoes and two or three steamed carrots in there and a piece of chicken with some sort of sauce. I think it was a starch sauce like on a country friend steak. Pat guessed it was chicken. He was right, I was surprised. I wish I had a fork then. I ate pretty much all of it. I hate carrots. I left them in the box and tossed it. I am not going to lie the carrots looked good though, but overall the meal was really good. My main regret was not trying to figure out where the food originated. I wish to go back there someday. Thank you nameless citizen for leaving their food (at a bus stop I think? whci makes sense because you can't bring food on the bus). You will be in my heart always.
Chapter 69: Recess This
As I approach the two-year anniversary of when my wife foolishly said, “I do” (figuratively, since who actually says that at a wedding?), I’ve been thinking about what we should do to celebrate, beyond dinner at our favorite restaurant (Melting Pot) and presenting her with her shiny new Nokia camera, nothing sounds more appealing than spending time frolicking with our new puppy.
That’s right, our all black three and a half month old Portuguese Water Dog (yes, that is the dog Obama has; no, that is not why we got him). I don’t want to lock myself in a room and write, I don’t want to research agents and publishing houses to pitch, I want to go to a park or a lake or even just the backyard with the woman and the doggie I love. Comparing that sentiment to my honeymoon, when I typed away on a novel while the cruise ship rocked us back and forth, I’ve realized this blog, which started on January 9, all the way back in 2006, has become more of a chronicle of my maturity to adulthood than my attempts to get published. And perhaps nothing is more evident of that than the massive gaps between posts, stagnant because I’m spending time working my full-time job, or working my recent new part-time job, or working on my house, or working to train the puppy, or the best of all, spending time with my lovely wife. Our friends are having a baby in a few months. Our pool is about to be opened and our new grill is begging to start charring. I’m about to sit on a panel talking to college graduates about working life. When I started this blog, I was a kid. Now, I’m…an adult.
But that doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned my dreams of becoming a published author. I’m still waiting for my wife and friend and screenwriter I admire greatly to review my most recent three novels, and while waiting I’ve written a few short stories to send to contests (something I promised myself and this audience I’d do months ago). But I also recognize that in my absence from this blog, while doing all that growing up, our economy has changed drastically, and with it, so has the publishing industry.
One of my first posts was about the insanity of ever expecting to publish a book (especially a fiction novel) outside of self-publishing. Multiple that message to the umpth degree now, where even the superstar writers of the world are seeing shrinking advances.
But there is still hope. There is still advice I can offer. And I present it in the following five tips on how to publish a book in a wretched economy:
- Make yourself a brand – you may not be a Stephen King or Jody Piccoutt yet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t market like you are. Create a blog (better than this one), submit articles to online publications, contact local radio stations to see if they’d be interested in the story of who you are and what you’re trying to do (or if you’re a non-fiction writer offer yourself as a guest to discuss your specialization), become the next MySpace phenomenon (but first find the next MySpace, since that site, as well as Facebook and Twitter, are so last month)
- Create a package – Just your book isn’t enough anymore; develop the book, as well as online videos, photos or drawings to accompany the text, corresponding articles for outside publications, potential sequels, a graphic novel companion piece, action figures, etc.; whatever is appropriate for your work. And make it clear that you are willing and able to take on much of the marketing; working on a website, traveling like crazy to multiple book readings and signings, hitting up conferences, phoning into radio show after radio show after radio show (and just so you know: you may have to be the one pitching the radio shows and organization the book signings as well).
- Polish your writing – Your novel is perfect, right? No, it could always be better. Since publishers are barely accepting new work right now, take this time to send your work to friends for their review. Join book clubs. Edit again and again and again. Make sure it is beyond perfect, which doesn’t actually exist, like someone giving 110 percent. See, I’m rambling. This should be edited. Don’t ramble. Edit. A lot.
- Be patient – The economy will rebound, and people will find renewed love for writing, and with J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyer motivating new groups of people to read, and with Dan Brown about to excite pro- and anti-religious groups all over again, the market is ripe for growth. Do what my dog can’t do yet and “stay, stay, good boy.” You’ll get that treat eventually.
- Keep writing – The most obvious, corny, important advice I can give; keep writing. Keep honing your craft. Keep thinking about that new idea, the one that is so different from everything else out there, the one that the publishers can’t help but pay attention to. It’s in you, and now, with no pressure weighing you down, is the perfect time to pull it out.
I tell you what, let’s make a deal. If you keep writing, I will. Okay? Good. Let’s get to it.
Ummm... yeah?
Kitsune no Tora
Playing: Jak and Daxter, Guitar Hero
Wants: School to be over, sleep
Body: OVERHEATING ARGH WHY IS IT SO HOT
Writing: My RF2 yaoi longfic and a little oneshot that popped into my head.... if only I could get motivated and inspired enough to work on them seriously.
Should be doing: Researching my paper and studing for my test
Playing: Jak and Daxter, Guitar Hero
Wants: School to be over, sleep
Body: OVERHEATING ARGH WHY IS IT SO HOT
Writing: My RF2 yaoi longfic and a little oneshot that popped into my head.... if only I could get motivated and inspired enough to work on them seriously.
Should be doing: Researching my paper and studing for my test
Kitsune no Tora is feeling: overwhelmed, tired
Uwoooooh. Yeah. Didn't I say a few blogs back that I wouldn't leave this alone for so long again?
And it has been what, a month since I last touched this? ^^;;;
BAD LISA D8
So... updates, updates.... I had a blank blog just sitting here saved from back in mid-May, so I would assume that that blog was to talk about our new pets. My mom was really missing Jasper after he got squashed, so she had been looking around for shelters to get a new cat or a dog. After that was unsuccessful (the only shelter we could find was a good hour away by car) she turned to the paper. Somewhere around the 17th she found an ad for standard poodle puppies.
We ended up getting a black one, he was about 4 months at the time. His name is Barney, short for Bernard. I went with her to go get him. They were being bred by this little old lady, so they were largely unsocialized and very. VERY. stinky. AND NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE IS STILL NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE CANNOT COMPREHEND THAT THE HOUSE IS NOT A TOILET.
And poodles are supposed to be smart...
Anyway, when he got him, of course the news went straight to the forum. Taylor was uber excited, rofl. XD I asked them for name ideas, because none that we came up with we liked. Taylor insisted on Morgan Freeman (ROFLLL), and thus that became his forum name. I told my mom and sister and they looked at me strange and shot it down immediately. XD In the end it was my mom's decision to name him Barney. I hate it, but he is HER dog. I don't like him much anyway. He's stinky and slobbery and messy. And pees on the carpet. Ick. Amusingly, he's afraid of Pat, my mom'sdrunkard boyfriend. I guess maybe he had some bad experiences with grown men as a puppy? He's slightly scared of Joey, my brother, but not as much as Pat. And he's around him more than he is any of us, sans Mom... W/e.
The next day after we got Barney, my mom saw another ad, this time for Ragdoll kittens. She has wanted one of THOSE for like, forever, ever since Jasper died. So of course she jumped on the ad. He was $400. FOUR. HUNDRED. DOLLARS. For a fuzzy little animal weighing a little over a pound. How fucking ridiculous is that? But my mom insisted on it, and my brother and sister really wanted him too. The three of us (my sister, brother and I) split most of it, and my mom paid for the rest and the cat littler/food. I didn't want to spend that much on an animal when we could get a perfectly good cat at some shelter for a quarter of that amount, but they eventually guilted me into it. Taylor helped their points too. :/ She freaked over the cat, rofl. XDD She kept telling me to get it, and I eventually just gave in and forked over my money. ;__;
I wanted to go when they went to get the cat, but my mom flat our refused to let me go and took my sister with her. That was sooooo annoying. I was the one that didn't want to get it, at least let me know that my money will be spent getting one that I want! I asked for one with a black nose and blue eyes, if they had one. BECAUSE THOSE ARE SO ADORABLE EEEE 8DD
Apparently all the ones with that coloring were scratchy and clingy. So the one they got is only one color, and one akin to what natural sugar looks like: Almost cream colored, but slightly brown. Kinda like khaki, but lighter. He's cute and all.
Of course, I mentioned this to the forum. Mima got all excited, and when I asked them all for name ideas, she came up with Fubacu. ROFL. Apparently it's short for "fuzzy ball of cute," and he is henceforth known as Fubacu on the forum.
Again, that was shot down immediately, no surprise there. My sister went on this cat names website to look for names, and discovered "Edward Scissorpaws." HOW FUCKING EPIC IS THAT. XDDD I demanded that be his name, but everyone refused. ;_; We were so bad at coming up with names that my mom just ended up calling him "Squirt," and it stuck. I don't mind it, and it does fit him, but I don't like it much.
He's cute and cuddly and soft, but he's such a BITCH when he's hyper. He attacks everything that moves, tries to demolish my skin (he likes to bite and scratch your hands when he's hyper) and my laptop cords, and gets into everything. DX I like him better than the dog, though, at least he has some good points. XDD
.....ROFLLLLLLL. I just looked up at the tags bar. One of the suggested tags are "fucking gay mom." HOW FUCKING HILARIOUS IS THAT? XDDDDD *is dying with laughter* And where did I mention anything being gay?
Umm... what else did I have to say....
School is a bitch... I have a big trig test I'm NOT READY FOR AT ALL tomorrow morning, and a paper due Thursday for Humanities that I have no idea at all how to even begin researching, which I was supposed to have started about a month ago. And it's 1/3 of my grade. Yeah.............. not good.
At least school will be out in two weeks. Stupid summer classes. Never doing that again. You have to cover and learn the same amount of material as a 15 week class in 7.5 weeks. NEVER AGAIN. TOO MUCH PRESSURE AND WORK FOR THE SUMMER.
I need a new job though. Since I won't have any classes for the Summer II term, I lose my work-study job then. So I have two weeks to come up with a new job. There's the Burger King a few miles away, but I dunno if I want to work there... but I guess it's better than nothing. A lot of my friends have been having trouble getting jobs. Some didn't get any at all. I'm really worried. My car is out of gas and I'm losing my paycheck. DX
...Oh yeah, I got my car since the last time I posted. It was my uncle's, but he got a new one and said I could have his old one.
I spent the entire day after I got it cleaning it. It STANK SO BAD. UGH. Like old fast food and cigarettes. Now it smells like Febreze and Lysol, rofl. XD It's an old rusted out blue '97 Chevrolet Venture. IT COSTS SO MUCH FOR GAS, THE STUPID THING. I don't need a freaking minivan, I'm the only one in it 99% of the time. I just filled it up halfway about two weeks ago, and I only drive about a mile and a half to school and back maybe 6 times a week. AND IT'S ALMOST EMPTY AGAIN. Stupid thing. :P Gas is too expensive and I don't have a good enough paycheck for it.
But it's a car, and it runs (albeit probably not for very long, it has over 250,000 miles on it), so that's good enough for me, I guess. It still needs a name, though. I wonder what I should name it...
Uwoh, it's like almost 1:00 am. DX I need to study some and go to bed, I have class at 9:30. Further updates soon, hopefully? I know I had more to say, but I really don't remember what it was at the moment. XD;;
Goodnight, digital abyss.
Uwoooooh. Yeah. Didn't I say a few blogs back that I wouldn't leave this alone for so long again?
And it has been what, a month since I last touched this? ^^;;;
BAD LISA D8
So... updates, updates.... I had a blank blog just sitting here saved from back in mid-May, so I would assume that that blog was to talk about our new pets. My mom was really missing Jasper after he got squashed, so she had been looking around for shelters to get a new cat or a dog. After that was unsuccessful (the only shelter we could find was a good hour away by car) she turned to the paper. Somewhere around the 17th she found an ad for standard poodle puppies.
We ended up getting a black one, he was about 4 months at the time. His name is Barney, short for Bernard. I went with her to go get him. They were being bred by this little old lady, so they were largely unsocialized and very. VERY. stinky. AND NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE IS STILL NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE CANNOT COMPREHEND THAT THE HOUSE IS NOT A TOILET.
And poodles are supposed to be smart...
Anyway, when he got him, of course the news went straight to the forum. Taylor was uber excited, rofl. XD I asked them for name ideas, because none that we came up with we liked. Taylor insisted on Morgan Freeman (ROFLLL), and thus that became his forum name. I told my mom and sister and they looked at me strange and shot it down immediately. XD In the end it was my mom's decision to name him Barney. I hate it, but he is HER dog. I don't like him much anyway. He's stinky and slobbery and messy. And pees on the carpet. Ick. Amusingly, he's afraid of Pat, my mom's
The next day after we got Barney, my mom saw another ad, this time for Ragdoll kittens. She has wanted one of THOSE for like, forever, ever since Jasper died. So of course she jumped on the ad. He was $400. FOUR. HUNDRED. DOLLARS. For a fuzzy little animal weighing a little over a pound. How fucking ridiculous is that? But my mom insisted on it, and my brother and sister really wanted him too. The three of us (my sister, brother and I) split most of it, and my mom paid for the rest and the cat littler/food. I didn't want to spend that much on an animal when we could get a perfectly good cat at some shelter for a quarter of that amount, but they eventually guilted me into it. Taylor helped their points too. :/ She freaked over the cat, rofl. XDD She kept telling me to get it, and I eventually just gave in and forked over my money. ;__;
I wanted to go when they went to get the cat, but my mom flat our refused to let me go and took my sister with her. That was sooooo annoying. I was the one that didn't want to get it, at least let me know that my money will be spent getting one that I want! I asked for one with a black nose and blue eyes, if they had one. BECAUSE THOSE ARE SO ADORABLE EEEE 8DD
Apparently all the ones with that coloring were scratchy and clingy. So the one they got is only one color, and one akin to what natural sugar looks like: Almost cream colored, but slightly brown. Kinda like khaki, but lighter. He's cute and all.
Of course, I mentioned this to the forum. Mima got all excited, and when I asked them all for name ideas, she came up with Fubacu. ROFL. Apparently it's short for "fuzzy ball of cute," and he is henceforth known as Fubacu on the forum.
Again, that was shot down immediately, no surprise there. My sister went on this cat names website to look for names, and discovered "Edward Scissorpaws." HOW FUCKING EPIC IS THAT. XDDD I demanded that be his name, but everyone refused. ;_; We were so bad at coming up with names that my mom just ended up calling him "Squirt," and it stuck. I don't mind it, and it does fit him, but I don't like it much.
He's cute and cuddly and soft, but he's such a BITCH when he's hyper. He attacks everything that moves, tries to demolish my skin (he likes to bite and scratch your hands when he's hyper) and my laptop cords, and gets into everything. DX I like him better than the dog, though, at least he has some good points. XDD
.....ROFLLLLLLL. I just looked up at the tags bar. One of the suggested tags are "fucking gay mom." HOW FUCKING HILARIOUS IS THAT? XDDDDD *is dying with laughter* And where did I mention anything being gay?
Umm... what else did I have to say....
School is a bitch... I have a big trig test I'm NOT READY FOR AT ALL tomorrow morning, and a paper due Thursday for Humanities that I have no idea at all how to even begin researching, which I was supposed to have started about a month ago. And it's 1/3 of my grade. Yeah.............. not good.
At least school will be out in two weeks. Stupid summer classes. Never doing that again. You have to cover and learn the same amount of material as a 15 week class in 7.5 weeks. NEVER AGAIN. TOO MUCH PRESSURE AND WORK FOR THE SUMMER.
I need a new job though. Since I won't have any classes for the Summer II term, I lose my work-study job then. So I have two weeks to come up with a new job. There's the Burger King a few miles away, but I dunno if I want to work there... but I guess it's better than nothing. A lot of my friends have been having trouble getting jobs. Some didn't get any at all. I'm really worried. My car is out of gas and I'm losing my paycheck. DX
...Oh yeah, I got my car since the last time I posted. It was my uncle's, but he got a new one and said I could have his old one.
I spent the entire day after I got it cleaning it. It STANK SO BAD. UGH. Like old fast food and cigarettes. Now it smells like Febreze and Lysol, rofl. XD It's an old rusted out blue '97 Chevrolet Venture. IT COSTS SO MUCH FOR GAS, THE STUPID THING. I don't need a freaking minivan, I'm the only one in it 99% of the time. I just filled it up halfway about two weeks ago, and I only drive about a mile and a half to school and back maybe 6 times a week. AND IT'S ALMOST EMPTY AGAIN. Stupid thing. :P Gas is too expensive and I don't have a good enough paycheck for it.
But it's a car, and it runs (albeit probably not for very long, it has over 250,000 miles on it), so that's good enough for me, I guess. It still needs a name, though. I wonder what I should name it...
Uwoh, it's like almost 1:00 am. DX I need to study some and go to bed, I have class at 9:30. Further updates soon, hopefully? I know I had more to say, but I really don't remember what it was at the moment. XD;;
Goodnight, digital abyss.
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