Self-Publishing

A gentleman named Ralph Lagergren came into the store several months back and talked with me in-depth about his inventions and his drive. Google for him, I think you'll find he's been quite busy. There are a rare few people you meet in the world, and Ralph is one of them. I was immediately impressed by his humble, yet powerful presence.

He and I have kept in contact through a series of problems he's had with his Mac, and through this, he's finally inspired me to do something I didn't even fathom at the time.

Over the next couple of weeks I will do what Kramer had suggested all along and compile a collection of all the short stories I've put written over the years, and self-publish the collection into ten to twentry books that I'll either sell or distribute to family and friends. I don't know what costs are going to be, but I'll cross that part of the bridge when I get there. The first part is digging through my piles of work, cleaning them up, and then talking to someone in the printing business about what I need to do. Worst case scenario, my first publisher will be Kinko's.

It's time to make something happen. Can't "die with the music still in me", as Ralph put it. He's also demanded a time table on when 'Jesus VII' will be finalized. I can't give it to him just yet, but the pressure cooker is starting a low whistle again, which means more pages and more self-flaggelation.

All Hope is Dead

Bring on the Apocalypse, please.

A New Hobby

I'm sitting in the coffee shop listening to other people's music.

The Faints
!!!

Damn, these are some cool albums. I'm trying to find the girl I think has these tunes, but I'm having no luck as my head sweeps back and forth. I've got to be chewing into her battery power of her laptop, and I'm sitting next to the only power outlet. This girl's got good taste in Indie music. Reminds me of my sister.

Interesting. Wouldn't have though to do this previously as I had my iPod fired up last time and hadn't discovered others out there using Bonjour.

Gotta love technology.

Valium and Klonipin

I had Valium for the first time the same day the scientist who invented it passed from this Earth.

Strange.

Been a while, sorry

If anyone actually reads this, all apologies. It's been a while. I've been making an effort at constructing my characters in my other test blog.

Alibaster Shindling is just the beginning. I'm beginning to like serial writing.

Working on getting into K-State. Working on getting my life and affairs in order. Working on being a better person, one step at a time. I've since become empowered since a certain state of events, and I'm liking where I'm headed, and what I'm becoming. Thank God.

And I don't need people calling me out of the blue and belittling me. I finally got some self-esteem, and I'm going with it. Shit, it's nice to finally live for myself, and when all that seems to happen or be discussed is my shortcomings, I don't need that. I spent most of my time avoiding phone calls because I was afraid of what I'd done or didn't do that wasn't up to snuff with the ideals of others. I don't have to worry about that anymore, and I can FUCKING BREATH because of it.

I'm going to go home, change some wash, and wash some towels. Why? Because they need to be done, not because I'm worried about not getting them done because it will make people mad.