I don’t know about resolutions. I’ve never been much for making them. I think they should be called good intentions. Goals, on the other hand, are something I can get behind. I like short-term goals. Something I can accomplish in a week or less. I don’t mind long-term goals either, as long as they don’t go beyond 6 months to a year. Anything longer than that is a dream, and usually a wish. So, with that said, I accomplished a long-term goal: I published some short stories on Amazon.com. It was a great experience, I learned a lot, and I now understand that I have a lot more to learn. My next short-term goal is to get everyone to go out and buy these wonderful stories.
Okay, that’s unrealistic, and these little darlings should probably be killed. I’m not under any illusion that everyone will magically buy my stuff. However, I do believe that a few may look at it if they can get it for free. Over the Martin Luther King Day holiday weekend, when everyone will have some free time on their hands, these four short stories will be free to download (13-15 January 2018). Just click on this link. If you feel like it, leave a review or send me some feedback.
Changing gears, a friend of mine told me that I needed to come up with a brand. If I’m a horror writer I need a horror brand. If I’m a poet I need a poetry brand. That kind of thing. As of late, I feel like my brand might be the Cinderelly brand. You know the song: Cinderelly, Cinderelly
Night and day it’s Cinderelly
Make the fire, fix the breakfast
Wash the dishes, do the mopping
And the sweeping and the dusting… I’m probably more of a Disney Princess meets Jack Skellington.
I do like fire (fire, friend) and breakfast (and second breakfast), I do load the dishwasher, and will, on occasion, do the mopping and the sweeping and the dusting. I also do the laundry (not on Cinderelly’s list, I see). I bring this up, not to complain – I’m sure we all have chores to do – but to make a point that I might need help with. I thought I would have more time, being semi-retired, to write and to be published. I also thought writing would come easier. Most days, I sit at my desk and I feel like I’m a washed-up poet and writer. Fame and Fortune are really me moonlighting as a laundress for a small family in suburbia. When I twirl like Wonder Woman, I change from Cinderelly into an old man with lots of appointments regarding various defective body parts (original parts at least:). What kind of brand is that? The Mr. Mom meets Death brand?
Then again, there’s so much more than doing the wash, running the dishwasher, and growing dead. There’s always my alter-alter-ego: Rock Star. Try being a Rock Star, Mr. Mom, and an old man running from Death while reading several books a week and trying to write several more. Well, I’ve at least laid down a track or two and continue to read books. Here’s one track – my version of the old Nazareth favorite – books will follow.
- Steppenwolf & Siddhartha, both by Hermann Hesse
- The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje
- Honky Tonk Samurai & Bad Chile, both by Joe R. Landsdale
- Infinite Jest by Davis Foster Wallace
- Guitar by Richard Chapman
Loving Joe R. Landsdale (as always – he’s right up there with Robert R. McCammon for me). David Foster Wallace is a challenge (I think Joyce and Melville are easier reads and better stories). Richard Chapman is a good review of several things I know or should know on the guitar. I haven’t opened Hermann Hesse or Michael Ondaatje yet. I used to think reading helped with writing. I still do, but not in the way I originally thought it would help. It has expanded my vocabulary, my skill with words, and my experience. It has turned a few jingles in my head into more of a symphony.
- What are you reading right now?
- How much do you read?
- Does it affect your writing?
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