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Where does it go?

Friday, March 2nd, 2012

Yeah, it’s been a while since I blogged. Here’s a cat photo. My cats might be too large for this thing I just bought for them. This does deserve a caption.

The Importance of Attitude

Saturday, October 8th, 2011

One of my daily reads is Tawna Fenske’s blog. I was thinking about her blog this morning as I was dancing around my kitchen cooking bacon and pancakes for the family while singing Bruno Mars’ Grenade.

Part of the reason I thought about it was this post where her ‘friend’ was doing something similar, but probably not dancing or singing as well as I do, I suppose.

I suspect people assume I was joking when I commented that I always sing while preparing breakfast. I assure you, I was not.

This speaks to the reason I read Tawna pretty close to daily. Attitude. With her online persona, she’s always perky and upbeat. I mean horny. Well, perky.

I’m thinking about attitude a lot lately. Mostly my own, as I have been at war with intergalactic aliens. Not the pansy aliens from this galaxy. These are some bad ass aliens from another galaxy. I’ve been trying to get the battle robots ready to save us. I think my preoccupation with intergalactic insurgents may be spilling over into my attitude in ways that people notice.

If you’ve noticed, I am sorry. I’m trying. I really am trying to get the robots working. I think the monster I’ve created might be the key.

This is going long. Here’s a picture of my cat.

I’m also thinking about attitude in the recent pissing contest between Joe Konrath and Chuck Wendig.

That one is interesting. It’s funny. I’ve been watching a lot of Bully Beatdown on MTV lately(turned on to the show by the sweetest Romance Author that you wouldn’t expect to enjoy watching a good ass kicking) You can find episodes on Youtube. This one is great.

The thing you hear over and over from the bullies is that they think they are helping the people they bully.

In this instance, I suspect Joe very much WANTS traditional publishing to be better than self-publishing, but his tone is that of a bully. And bullies have friends. They have emulators who just bully without the intention of doing it out desire to help.

Bullying traditional publishers to get great contracts for authors is a good thing. Bullying people who choose to take those contracts, I think is where some people draw the line. It may be well intentioned, but it is bullying.

But does it matter? Does it really matter?

In terms of how it relates to book sales? I’m on the fence on this one. I’m drifting into the great marketing debate now. I really hope you didn’t expect me to stay on a topic or form a coherent thought.

Here’s the weird thing. On the one hand, I think Tawna’s blog has been an amazing tool in marketing and promotion and did a great job in bringing a lot of publicity and awareness of her traditionally published book.

On the other hand, I’ve been hearing from lots of self-published authors with multiple pen names that their pen name that they just have one book and don’t even have a website set up for that name and haven’t linked it to any of their other pen names are the books that sell the best for them. Every month.

I actually had this conversation with Brenda Novak, who is well known for a charity drive that she runs.

The thing about promotion and marketing is what you do. Tawna talks a lot about being a romance author as it is part of her life, but she rarely says find my book on Amazon. Or, HEY LOOK IT’S ONLY $2.99 this week.

I guess the thing that surprised me was Brenda when she said she really didn’t get much crossover of readers who know her from her diabetes work. Of course, my thought is how can she be so sure.

Did you read this far? I have to go do something about the monster that I created. I leave you with this. Sorry, the pancakes and bacon is already gone.

Sometimes I Wonder

Wednesday, October 5th, 2011

I’m not helpful. I read blogs and tweets and loops and forums and all that fun stuff.

Then I comment.

Sometimes I read some heartfelt outpouring of pain and release of sorrow that makes me want to hug the person and feed them pancakes in a bubble bath next to a wine fountain.

Then I start to write a comment and nothing really compares to the thought of pancakes. What can I really say that would convey the joy of pancakes? I understand the pain I read and the usefulness of a wine fountain. Except I don’t drink, so it’s mostly for show. But I did have a champagne sorbet the other day. I think it was non-alcoholic. I wasn’t driving anyway. Plus I had just won a round of mini-golf. Not saying that a nine year old isn’t fierce competition, but I crushed him!!

Where was I? Golfing. No.

I always want to say something. I’ve always been a much better commenter than blogger. But this pain…. There’s nothing I can say to make it go away. So I approach this the way I approach everything. Children are incapable of crying when they are held upside down. It’s a fact. It is the best piece of parenting advice I can give. It’s the same way I approach heart wrenching blogs.

Now the thing is, it looks cruel to hold a child upside down until they stop crying and start laughing. Sometimes they freak for a second.

Anyway, sometimes when I comment on someone’s blog or Facebook or Tweet, I wonder if someone just sees me grabbing a crying child and holding them upside down and thinks I am… well, what am I?

Separation of Mind and Body

Wednesday, September 7th, 2011

My older, taller, fatter brother posted on Facebook that he is running to get in shape. He ran farther and faster than I do, if you can even call what I do running. My 9 year old has running club today and they have a goal of running 3.1 miles (a 5K) by the end of the semester.

I’m not saying I am competitive, but seriously, these are two people who should not be in better shape than I am. So I increased my speed and doubled my distance that I have been running today.

At my advanced age, a top heart rate of 190 is probably considered high, but it dropped 40 points in less than two minutes after my run.

When I run, I listen to my headphones pretty loud. I’ve talked about how I feel when I run.

In the last 3 minutes of this run, I was struggling. As a disclaimer, I run on a treadmill with the overhead fan on high. A low rumble echoed through my headphones.

I’ll tell ya, Korn is badass for a running beat that gets you going.

A lonely life – where no one understands you. But don’t give up, because the music do

There’s a point in my running where my mind separates from my body and I don’t feel a thing. Endorphins, I’m sure. For the last six weeks, my stomach has been a complete wreck because of antibiotics I took for a tooth infection. Even yogurt wasn’t helping. Last week, I finally went to the doctor at my wife’s insistence. Me going to the doctor is about as rare as me putting dishes directly into the dishwasher and not the sink.

This is not to mention that my shoulder and neck have been ranging from mild to excruciating pain over the past year. Four months ago I started running and pulled both my calve muscles bad. Real bad.

Hey you, hey you. Finally you get it. The world ain’t fair, eat you if you let it.

And I ran. And I heard the gun go off for the gun lap.

Because the music do, and then it’s reaching. Inside you, forever preaching. F— you, too. Your scream’s a whisper

The endorphins leave me with that feeling of being able to do anything. Today I can conquer the world. Today I want to write. Today I am going to laugh. Today I am going to do my job. Today I am going to clean my house. Today I am going to mow the law.

Today I am being ridiculous. Likely tomorrow I’ll pull a hamstring or twist my ankle or get the flu. So my euphoria is tempered.

Hey you, hey you, this won’t hurt a bit

Invalids

Wednesday, September 7th, 2011

Tom

George

I’m on a boat

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

Look at me. There’s nothing more masculine than me on a purple kayak with a blue and yellow flower cooler. This is me kayaking in the Florida keys. Look there’s a mangrove tree. There’s another. And another. Wait, they are all the same tree. Look at me kayaking again. And what are you doing that is as much fun and manly as me kayaking?

P-Dog!

Friday, September 2nd, 2011

Pandering to another blog reader. Here’s a photo I took on my recent trip to Colorado.

How can you not like the P-dog?