May 28, 2013
Last Sunday night will be always memorable. I took off Sunday to watch a couple of innings of the Brewers game. Then I watched the Spurs and the Grizzlies game. I ate supper. There was nothing on TV sports wise. I critiqued a paper for a Speech instructor at the technical college. I have to have a job in order to be eligible to receive home care. My social security is too high. It’s a stupid rule made up by the stupid system that says I’m unemployable. Typical! I emailed a batch of critiques that basically say the same thing to the instructor. Mom is sleeping. I see an email from “my agent.” But I don’t open it until I email the papers. I read her email offering a contract. I go cuckoo! I say yes! Then I email my people telling them that we have an agent! Ashes thinks that I have lost my mind. I shut down that computer. I woke up Mom. She doesn’t believe me at first. But she does after she sees how giddy I am watching espn. That’s an author’s life. It’s something that the system won’t ever understand!
May 24, 2013
May 20, 2013
It’s my brother-in-law’s birthday this week. The last time I saw him was two years ago. My sister and he are divorced now. We used to go to Packers games, ballgames and talk about women. We are still friends. I miss him. Happy Birthday Jon.
May 12, 2013
Writing is like farming – it never ends. Writing is hard, dirty work like farming. Writing a first draft is like plowing. Rewriting a manuscript is disking. Editing a manuscript is like picking up rocks. Marketing a manuscript is like planting. Rejection is like cultivating. Publishing is like combining especially if you are lucky to make money from royalties which doesn’t happen. But the country boy of Spruce Knoll became an author.