New Book Placement, Life Keeps Going

New Book Placement, Life Keeps Going

This afternoon, I scored a new placement for my books. Both of them. I’m rather excited about this, so I’m telling you about it. Simple communication strategy. I write and you read. I talk and you listen. I listen and you sing to me. Hopefully you eventually show me in words, songs, and body language what I need to know. And if in case you hadn’t heard, I live in Houston, Texas. Moved here in January of the year of our Monkey 2017. So it ain’t been that long since I’ve been here. This cool little book & record store on Dunlavy and Westheimer in the heart of Montrose decided that both BEER SONGS FOR THE LONELY and GOOD FEELING SEVEN SHORT STORIES should live within their walls. That makes me happy. Please read my books. Please tell me what you think. Even if it’s something close to: Fuck you Asshole for writing this fucking Shit and bothering to get it printed on perfectly good paper that could have been used for something useful! Though obviously, I would rather you tell me I’m a genius 🙂 WIRED UP has very few books on their shelves, and they decided to carry my books. That’s really cool, and it makes me very happy… feeling funny inside like I’ve just eaten a huge breakfast and I now get to hang out on a park bench on a sunny day. I bought a copy of ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT (Heartworm Press 2016), by Richard Brautigan, at the book store in question while I was filling out the consignment paperwork. This collection...
Looking for readers

Looking for readers

Hey folks! What’s going on? It’s almost the end of 2016, and the start of 2017. It’s been rough, but what the hell, I’m coming out of it breathing and kicking. I started out the year homeless and working on a farm, and ended the year with a roof over my head and a car in the garage. Things are looking up. At least personally. In 2013, I set out to write and publish 1 book per year. I did good in 2014 and 2015. Now, in 2016 I did manage to write a book, unfortunately I ran out of funds and wasn’t able to publish. Which is fine. It means I have more time to make sure it’s as good as I can make it before going to press. And that’s where you come in. I need readers. I need your comments and thoughts. I need to make sure that my manuscript, SONGS OF THE ROLLIN CHATEAU is ready to become a book, and for that, I need your help. The artist Brian Wootan, and myself, are working on making SONGS OF THE ROLLIN CHATEAU a great little book. Brian is working on several illustrations that will go inside the book, as well as the front and back covers. He is also working on a couple of posters, and we will decide on at least two broadsides. Before the spring, Brian and myself will launch a crowdfunding campaign where we will pre-sell books, posters, broadsides, and private poetry & art parties at your house. Your comments will be used to first help out in finalizing the manuscript, and...
What I have time for

What I have time for

This last week was my birthday. I turned 45 years old. I spent my birthday at my day job painting shelves. We’re opening a new restaurant, and I was lucky enough to meet the owners in July. They hired me to be the Wine & Liquor Director, and we’ve all been working really hard trying to get The Beer Plant opened. While working a few days ago, I listened to two episodes of the TED Radio Hour, Slowing Down and Shifting Time. These two episodes really spoke to me. I’ve been slow my whole life. It simply takes me longer to get anything done, to go through important hurdles in life. I’m slow. I procrastinate a lot. Every once in a while, I get something done. My poem Blueberry Hill took me 10+ years to write, and I’m still not entirely sure that I’m not going to tweek it some more, for example. Shifting Time in particular, was about our perception of time. How time fluctuates depending on our frame of mind, on our environment, and how we actually create this mysterious thing we call “time” that we often perceive as being out of our control. That’s what I took from this podcast, in any case. Here I am, just five years away from turning fifty years old, and I’m not sure that I’m happy with how I’ve managed my time, and I’m not sure how much time I have left, and however much that is, I’d like to publish a few more books because that makes me happy and content. One of the stories they covered are how...
Day One Without Facebook

Day One Without Facebook

9:10 Well, we have arrived. It’s Wednesday morning. Off into the abyss I go, into the darkness that is life without Facebook. Four or six weeks, I don’t know yet. I haven’t disconnected my account yet. I’m thinking about it. I’ve been threatening to leave since last week, and now is the day that I must do it. So I will. 9:18 It’s done. Deactivated. They keep all your information, so it really doesn’t matter. I can come back right now, or in three months, and my page will be as I left it. Wonder how long they keep people’s pages? It’s like people who die. That drives me nuts. Once they find out that somebody is dead, that page should go down. I remember a few years ago, I was like, hey wonder what happened to so and so? I clicked on my friend’s page to see that he was still on FB, didn’t read his timeline, and sent him a message asking him where he was living these days, and that I was thinking of driving up to Waco, that we should hang out. Anyway, a day or so later, I got a message from his ex-wife informing me that William had passed away several months before, that they were keeping his page up as a reminder of his life. Since then, every time somebody dies, I’ve noticed their FB page stays up. What the fuck? How am I suppose to remember who’s dead or not? Some of these people I only know peripherally. In my case, I’m still alive, however if I die in the next...
The blog entry where I drop lots of names

The blog entry where I drop lots of names

The road is where I am meant to be. That’s where I am the happiest. The biggest issue I faced while zigzagging through the Southwest and California was money. Sure, I sold a few books, however friends and family were the ones who kept me alive. They gave me money, food to eat, places to sleep and shower. Y’all are amazing! Thank you! That’s not a sustainable as a lifestyle. While in California, I tried to settle down, sending out lots of job applications. Nothing came of it. At some point while living on the farm, I had sold a few books, and some of my biggest supporters gifted me with some substantial gas money, I decided it was time to go home. My old job took me back. Yeah! My first day back, I had ten bucks in my pocket as the entirety of my estate. I lived in my RV down the street, used the porta-potty in their parking lot in off hours, and took showers at Barton Springs. I spent tons of time looking for a place to live. I’ll spare y’all the details. These last few months have been difficult. I’ve moved to brand new places without any money before. However, moving back to a city that I know as well as I know Austin, was strangely not just difficult, but in many ways painful. So, fuck it! My Daily Reminder: I am much better off today than I was six months ago. Here’s a short list: I moved into a tiny apartment where I lived ten years ago. It is located two blocks from...
Forward is the only direction

Forward is the only direction

The adventure never ceases. I went from traveling around the southwest to working on a small family farm to coming back to Austin Texas. I didn’t plan on any of it. Everything that I planned went down the drain and I ended up doing something else. I don’t know why I bother making plans, except that if it wasn’t for those plans I wouldn’t have headed in the direction that I did. Does that make sense? It’s not that I don’t follow through, it’s that something else comes up, or what was planned ends up not being feasible, or for whatever reason the journey takes me somewhere else. Making plans however, seems to be an instrumental part of the process. I am writing a book. I am almost done with the first presentable manuscript. It isn’t the book I set out to write. It is a completely different book. I am fine with that. At least there is a book that will get published before the end of 2016 of which I will be the author. That is the only thing that matters. … Austin has been difficult. Finding an anchor, a place to call my own has never been this difficult. I first arrived in Central Texas in 1989, and ever since then I have left with the intent of never returning, and always end up back here. Every time I come back, it is more difficult to settle back down than the time before, though this could possibly be just a trick of my failing memory. What is it about this city? Why does it seem that...