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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A funny, funny look at how NOT to write...and other things

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I hope this works...enjoy this, or go to Youtube.com and punch up "So You Want to Write a Novel."


Hilarious.  This is a bizarre version of the way some people behave when they think they're hot shit, and that they're the greatest thing ever.


The questions are important ones.


Anyway, back to the dentist.  My lower left jaw was numbed into madness with needles, long needs, and my teeth and gums were scraped by steel picks. 


Lovely.


Better news:  I finished the edit of TOS-3, and of course, found a way to change the ending.  Same ending, but kept to the idea of how it ended with a bit more whatever.


I do NOT believe that anything I've written is as wondermous as the fellow in the video thinks his own shit is.  I know I have worked hard on the craft, and will always do so.


Ei...what a life...was up til 230 in the am...up early to get my teeth scraped, and I have one more round to do.  Back to other things, running up to Harrisburg to give info to the Clear Channel person, which could have been done by a bloody phone call.  Oh, such fun.


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Probably should not mention this, but I met a most interesting person yesterday in the Morebucks.  Really nice, funny, intelligent person; they are lacking around here, at least where I usually hang out.  


There is a sameness in this world, here...too many people are fearful of change to the point where they wall themselves off and any disruption of routine drives them into a brain explosion.  


Argh, I must go and explode some brains!  I need to get my mind working on the next thing...whatever it is.  Such is life.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Sunday...Strange Phenomenon, and My Writings

Okay, let's see if I can find a way to put this together...since Myspace has disabled a lot of cool applications in an effort to make their stinker of a site more user-friendly, I have to find a way to let the world know what I'm up to...like it matters, right?


In the Office...it's early for me on a Sunday.  I did have to get up and let Merry (Kaitryth's dog) out for her morning constitutional, urrr, watering of the lawn today, but that's cool.


I'm about to put the Walkman on shuffle...which is cool, considering that I've over 2,000 songs on the damn thing, and it's the only way I'm gonna listen to a lot of the stuff.  I did pick up Bryan Ferry's new CD, "Olympia," the other day, and so far it's good.  Really interesting stuff; never was a fan of Roxy Music, but Ferry's solo stuff, very good, especially "Boys and Girls," from around '85.


So...back to WITF this afternoon, to do the KYW Sports updates.  May also have a little extra work at the Ticket next weekend, always good.  Also gotta start thinking about clearing up the house and preparing for my trip to Maine.  So much to organize, weird...so not good at that.


Feel pretty good...my dear friend Riz and I have each been battling what Winston Churchill referred to as the "Black Dog," or depression.  I know quite a few folks with it; for now, I feel awake, alert and not in any deeper morass than usual.  


There's a lot of ways to avoid it, get around it, or plow through it, but the needs of how to do that change an awful lot.


A friend of mine over in Europe is going through it now; I've made friends with a young lady named Tika, who lives in Tblisi.  She's at university, and things are pretty rough.  I won't elaborate, but she feels as I've felt often.  You feel out there, and not at all together.


For me, it's ride the fucking thing out.  Not much more can you do.


Believe...that's coming back.  Eddie Izzard's documentary, "Believe," is required watching for you!  Anything you want to know about getting on in life is there...you have to believe you are this, that or whatever.  I understand now.


So...editing...I often go by acronyms.  I've written a great deal the past three+ years; for those of you scoring at home:


SDS = The Sweet Dreams Series.  This is the multi-volume series set in Japan; it is fiction, combined with time travel, anime (esp. in the manga we're woring on), and an examination of music.


ORC = The Other Roads Club.  This is a trilogy along some of the same lines, but not all.  Different characters, a different series, different focus.  A bit more down to earth, with some slightly Pagan leanings, at least in one of the character's forward motion.


TOS = The Outcast Society.  Trilogy, again similar lines, but different people, dealing with very different things, and a more Pagan bent.  Not hitting you on the head with faith or anything like that, just how it is.


I do have some other stuff I'm working on, which gets explained now and again.  I am working on other ideas, of course.  None of this is published, but it will be.  SDS-1 will, and then the rest will follow.


I believe, as well as know.  And I'm not being an arrogant fuck, either.


Okay, I must get off into it...TOS-2 is in need of more editing.  This is what I do; to keep myself out of trouble, haha...

Friday, November 26, 2010

Black Friday...and Dead Bird Day's Aftermath

Well, here it is, the infamous Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, all that insane stuff.  I have returned the Office, to find it is surprisingly quiet and devoid of the deranged shoppers cashing in their free coffee/latte coupon (which I have, though lattes are not my thing...free is free).  It is unusually quiet indeed, and none of the Usual Suspects are here either.


You'll find as I blog on, that there are nicknames for most of the regulars of this place, and I don't feel bad about it, as heaven knows what they call me!


But I have made my way through Thanksgiving alone, and it really wasn't that bad.  My family is all in New England, and surprisingly I did not get more than an email from my sister.  Susan is quite the one about getting 'round to everybody.


As a vegetarian, people ask, how do you celebrate?  One word:  Tofurkey.  Great stuff.  I think it also has the same drug that turkey has, the one that causes you to lapse into coma after two or more helpings.


I edited one of my manuscripts, this is something I do a lot between creating the next one.  Also watched most of the first two episodes of Ken Burns' "Jazz."  Got it here very cheaply, and it's research material for my first book.  Loosely, that is.


Really good stuff.


During these holidays, I tend to get rather depressed, and also very cynical, more so than usual on the latter I will admit.  I have wondered a great deal on the arrogance of people, and 'Jazz' actually pointed something out to me I didn't know.


The Creole population of New Orleans; I know so little of them.  They identified more with their European, or White genes.  After the Civil War and the withdrawal of federal troops, Jim Crow laws went into full effect, and they suddenly found themselves on the level with Negroes, those people they so denied were anything like them.  


That must have been a terrible shock.  In any case, today we have the very same arrogance that is displayed by everyone from the average person to those in power.  I hate to say this, but we are still a racist nation, and we have not done as well as we'd like to think.


I feel sad saying this, because where I live there are so many people who I would not call racist--good, decent, kind people.  But...they cannot handle the reality that Barack Obama is our president...because he is black.


Or, mixed-race, but to the world it is either black or white, isn't it?  The color of the man's skin only magnifies the hatred of him, and the paranoia that has been spread about him, for everything.


I love how supposedly educated, intellectual people try to excuse the rantings of the Tea Partiers, the accusations and rants of Sarah Palin, and false outrages purported to being done to this country by the charlatans on Fox News; they always have an excuse, a reason why, a reason why not, and they always couch it in Doublespeak.  Baffle the dummies with bullshit, that's how they do it.


I don't profess to know how to solve the world's problems, or put them to right.  But honestly, we need to look at ourselves, each one of us, and put aside all the horseshit.  What can each one of us do?  What can we do for our situation to make it better, and can we look at ourselves and know that we can make a difference for ourselves, and that it might just rub off a little bit on others?  Skin color, religion, politics, social standing be FUCKING DAMNED!


I do every day see the little things that people do to make the world a better place; each day, I try to think of something good I can do for someone else.  It can be as little as holding a door for someone, you know; it's not a bad thing.


I saw one of the Office workers leave the building to catch a customer who had left something behind in the store.  Stuff like that.  Little things.  Always good.


Okay, I have to get back to editing.  I burned through the first volume of The Outcast Society, which leads me to think I will do well at the rest of it.  Or perhaps I need to look elsewhere.


My Walkman is on shuffle, and it is canceling out the faint wail of Xmas music or whatever the fuck is on playlist here.  At least in the cafe they don't play it loud.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

THIS IS ONLY A TEST...for now...

Well, following the exodus of the many from Myspace and other such social networking sites, I've decided to give this little place a go.  I am not exactly sure why I'm doing this, except to put things out there.  I don't honestly feel I need to do this to prove I'm still alive, or that my life has value by writing publicly for the universe to see, but then again, I've found it instructive.

At times, I've received good feedback, advice and occasionally a slap upside the head to return to practicality.  Not that I'm good at staying there.

For those of you who may have chanced across this page:  I'm a lot of things, as you'll find out.  I'm 45, and have lived a varied life, which I'll go back to from time to time.  I've been in the radio business 26 years (been there, done it), and still am; I've been an actor, a musician, a writer, and who knows what else.

My main goal now is working with my intrepid agent of the Sullivan-Maxx Literary Agency to get my first book, "Sweet Dreams:  Searching for Roy Buchanan" published.  It's the first of a series, it's fiction, drama, time travel, Japanese anime (in word form), and an examination of music.  TOP THAT, STEPHANIE MEYER!

I've battled depression my whole life; I will explain this from time to time.  It's not fun; anyone who has any similar afflication will be able to understand that.  I've had all kinds of "issues" in my past, but nothing that hasn't killed me, nor will it.

Spritiually, I'm different things...again, you'll find out.  Despite the assertions by certain individuals that I have a pathological hatred of religion, that is not so.  I have respect for all faiths, as far as I can understand them, and I defend your right to it, so long as you respect and defend mine.  I know, that might be hard, but it is what it is.

I am outspoken, and you will find that out.  Over the years, I've tried to be a bit more sympathetic without just abandoning my position on things...diplomacy or whatever.

Anyway, I hope I got this bloody thing set up right; me and computers, we don't get along.  I've send my poor Gateway desktop back to the Geek Squad more times than I care to recall, because standing or sitting in Best Buy is not my idea of fun.

Okay...let's see how this works...I shall send you more missives, observations, thoughts and maybe even a good idea or two.  That'd be kinda cool, wouldn't it?