Hello my lovelies.
Daughter of Neptune still needs your love.
I also have a facebook. I haven't promoted it at all, but uhhh... Friend me or whatever.
Oh, and I unprotected my twitter. So. You can follow my pointless tweets if you want.
I like all the music/book/movie suggestions I've been getting. A lot of great e-mails coming in too. I'm slow on the responses. Forgive me. I'm really up to my eyeballs in stuff right now, trying to keep blogging though.
What's up this week?
GRINDERMAN. Fuck yes.
Workworkworkworkwork.
Schoolschoolschoolschoolschool
Must cleancleancleancleancleanclean
Must also cuddle the bejeebus outta my cat, so she doesn't think living in the wall is a good idea
Anyway
I've got sort of interesting news.
If I am brave enough to tell you the name of it, you will soon be able to buy a book by me. No, it is not published under Jaeci Suicide.
Wait, wait, WHAT?!
OMG a book with a barcode. You'll even be able to get it for your iPad, I think. Holy moly.
Now, here's where I act like a dick.
I'm kinda not feelin it.
See, the thing is, most of what is in this book is writing from a long, long time ago.
I'm not very angsty these days, and I'm no longer a drug-addled lunatic. YAY, gold star for me. Uhh...
Some newer writing is included for the sake of balance, and it really stands out, I think... miles above the old stuff. Somehow, though, it seems that those years of pouring my angry little guts out all over countless notebooks is to no avail if I don't ever share it. Alora, Il buono, il brutto, et il cattivo.
I am pretty pleased with the cover. I made it myself. I'm not exactly a pro graphic artist/designer, but I think it's pretty nifty. I'm not a really good photographer, but the front & back covers are both photos I took while I was on long trips away, and they just worked... I think.
Now, I'm left wondering-- do I associate myself with this text or do I let it quietly exist without me? I've had quite a few pieces published (under an ungodly number of pseudonyms), and I used to submit all kinds of shit for review. I've actually never encountered any earth-shattering criticism, but re-reading the old stuff sort of makes me groan.
What I really want to do now is finish/revise the short stories I've got, and the LONG stories I've got. IMO, they're all pretty funny (although my sense of humor is debatable)... Probably much more worthwhile and enjoyable...
Shit, I should be celebrating the culmination of this project, and instead I'm kicking myself in the ass. UH?
Daughter of Neptune still needs your love.
I also have a facebook. I haven't promoted it at all, but uhhh... Friend me or whatever.
Oh, and I unprotected my twitter. So. You can follow my pointless tweets if you want.
I like all the music/book/movie suggestions I've been getting. A lot of great e-mails coming in too. I'm slow on the responses. Forgive me. I'm really up to my eyeballs in stuff right now, trying to keep blogging though.
What's up this week?
GRINDERMAN. Fuck yes.
Workworkworkworkwork.
Schoolschoolschoolschoolschool
Must cleancleancleancleancleanclean
Must also cuddle the bejeebus outta my cat, so she doesn't think living in the wall is a good idea
Anyway
I've got sort of interesting news.
If I am brave enough to tell you the name of it, you will soon be able to buy a book by me. No, it is not published under Jaeci Suicide.
Wait, wait, WHAT?!
OMG a book with a barcode. You'll even be able to get it for your iPad, I think. Holy moly.
Now, here's where I act like a dick.
I'm kinda not feelin it.
See, the thing is, most of what is in this book is writing from a long, long time ago.
I'm not very angsty these days, and I'm no longer a drug-addled lunatic. YAY, gold star for me. Uhh...
Some newer writing is included for the sake of balance, and it really stands out, I think... miles above the old stuff. Somehow, though, it seems that those years of pouring my angry little guts out all over countless notebooks is to no avail if I don't ever share it. Alora, Il buono, il brutto, et il cattivo.
I am pretty pleased with the cover. I made it myself. I'm not exactly a pro graphic artist/designer, but I think it's pretty nifty. I'm not a really good photographer, but the front & back covers are both photos I took while I was on long trips away, and they just worked... I think.
Now, I'm left wondering-- do I associate myself with this text or do I let it quietly exist without me? I've had quite a few pieces published (under an ungodly number of pseudonyms), and I used to submit all kinds of shit for review. I've actually never encountered any earth-shattering criticism, but re-reading the old stuff sort of makes me groan.
What I really want to do now is finish/revise the short stories I've got, and the LONG stories I've got. IMO, they're all pretty funny (although my sense of humor is debatable)... Probably much more worthwhile and enjoyable...
Shit, I should be celebrating the culmination of this project, and instead I'm kicking myself in the ass. UH?
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beejai:
I definitely want the book.
suispud1:
i'd love to read whatever you put out there, Hell, your blogs are always so well done,