Anyone who’s had any experience whatsoever with publishing, even with a single short story or a poem, must have acquired the kind of uneasy feeling that this is a sea full of sharks and other life forms that do not exactly have your best interests at heart. Sadly, it seems that sooner or later most of us run into these life forms. Continue reading We Want to Invest in Your Book
Remember when I said I was considering a career change into stand-up comedy after I told a number of people about how I got lost in Italy? It’s all right if you don’t, I just said it again. Only stand-up is not an option because I don’t have a stage to stand up on, so I’ll be doing it sitting down, in writing. Continue reading Sit-Down Comedy: Lost
I’ve been having trouble getting up in the morning. The waking up part is easy enough but the getting out of bed part is giving me trouble. So I use the magic words: “That thing won’t write itself, you know.” Works like a charm. And I’ve got lots of magic words. Continue reading One Word: Discipline
One of my Dad’s favourite jokes was about the pessimist and the optimist arguing about whether it could get any worse. The pessimist said “It can’t. It can’t get any worse.” “Oh, it can,” the optimist said. “It could always get worse.” Continue reading Worrier: Level 100
I failed to make any resolutions for the new year this, that is last, year. I had no time. Unlike 2018, when I had time for as many as nineteen NY resolutions, in 2019 I turned out to be too busy. Also, I decided that NY resolutions are stupid. Of course I never kept all of those nineteen resolutions in made for 2019. But I have plans for the new year. I have plans all right. Continue reading Persimmon Jam and a Goat
“It’s never too late” is a piece of advice we’ve all heard. It’s the go-to, all-purpose encouragement chant. Well, that chant is wrong. It’s also counterproductive. Continue reading “It’s Never Too Late”? Wrong.
I don’t have any truck with Black Fridays. Never have, never will. Last week a friend mentioned it and I thought why can’t we stick to Halloween? Why do we have to import Black Friday, too? with the haunting pictures of crowds at the doors of American stores and the news reports of some of them getting trampled in the stampede. And then, on my way back from dropping Cat at school, I saw a bus with a whole-body ad for Nokia phones. Continue reading Who Needs a Smartphone Anyway