February 14, 2018
This winter I decided to go back to a novella I had written in 2013, self-published through Lightning Source in 2014, called School of Breaking. I suppose I have a hard time letting go of ideas, especially ones I've been nourishing for years. The truth is that I still loved the ideas in it, and so it seemed a shame - and was a constant bother - that they were serviced by a very sub par execution.
February 3, 2018
January 24, 2018
"You're not gonna have fun if you analyze everything." - Rick Sanchez
Still not satisfied with the choice of name. I know it's the wrong choice for a publisher name because it won't stop bothering me, so something about it must not be right.
Let's analyze! What's in a name?
January 23, 2018
The next morning, of course, brought doubt. How? a million possible answers to this came up.
There are a few things, and I don't know what is right. The older I get and the more things I do (or try to do), the less I am able to just go with inspiration. I mean, gut feeling is always there, but so is the feeling of desire, of wish... of vision. That's the rub: when an image comes in. It often does, and it's luminous against the large sheet of darkness. What's more, it seems unignorably important. That, for me, is the difficulty in the moment.
But your visions are malleable and altogether less permanent than they would like to seem, whether you like it or not. You'll know once you have enough of them....
January 20, 2018
As I take the first steps in starting a publishing company, a lot of thoughts pop into mind, and I'd like to share them. To get them out and get them in order.
January 16, 2018
I must not have known what I was getting myself into with this. This week in free craigslist offerings around Baltimore, we have more pianos, more cats (and other animals), and a surplus of pallets.
I'm bored now.
January 12, 2018
There's no reward for going off path. Not even to be remembered. Maybe, if you are lucky, but most that walk that way simply disappear after a lifetime of ridicule and eventual invisibility. After a lifetime of interactions laden with confusion and cast doubt, confusion at the disjointed steps taken and doubt cast on the eventual destination, which seems to fall somewhere out of sight, over an edge we quietly maintain on our loudly espoused round world. After a lifetime of increasingly sporadic interactions in an ocean of nonexistence - for the social, human world, the collective world - not the natural world, of rock and mountain, of ocean, of vegetation and sky, of things that exist and hum without us.
January 4, 2018
As a way to motivate myself to be more resourceful in bringing various projects currently existing as a swirl cloud into fruition, and to update this blog, I'll be posting some weekly free craiglist finds from around my area and maybe beyond. What do we have this week, as of the New Year? A seven month old kitten, a baby grand piano, and, as any craigslist-free hounder knows, tons of free pallets!
October 14, 2017
When I was still a teenager, I wrote a 450 page novel about an alternate world intended to be read by adults. Ostensibly a fantasy about an Earth-like world on the other end of the universe, its true intent was social satire of this world, and, never realizing then how being a teenager/young adult appeared to anyone who had lived just a few years past that, I wrote confidently and humorously about many topics on which I had no direct experience from the perspective of a working man in his mid twenties. If you'd asked me what my age was, I would've replied with the true number and a blank stare.