What Was Maybe Four Or Five...

...is now one.  If you're going to self-publish you tend to have to come up with money to publish on your own.  And trying to publish five books is more than I'm going to be able to come up with money for, so I'm going to have to get it all in one.  At least for the fiction stuff this will work.  A couple of other projects are political and really wouldn't fit together so I'll have to save up for these later on.  Self-publishing seems an easily route for me, and there's no messy rejection letters if you're just going to do it yourself.

Its been quite crazy the few weeks, as I've burned through about 900 dollars either on car repairs or groceries, but I'm we're trying to get ahead on some bills, so I can take the wife on a little getaway to Arizona.  She'll be going to see her best friend, I'm going to work on writing and get away from any sort of responsibility for a weekend.  I need a chance to rest.  Everything is wound up either mentally or physically.  I drive a lot for work, and on occasion don't get home till late at night, after working 9 or 10 hour days doing manual labor, and I ain't as young as I used to be.  And it'd be nice to get away from all that nonsense for a while.  Hopefully the wife can make it a weekend to smooze it up with her friend, and I can get a shot at a little writer's weekend.

Myself

Apparently if you write yourself into your stories you suddenly care about your characters and projects more.  I'm writing about someone who outsmarts the people after him, which is something I wish I'd done in the past.  I'm working on something more heroic and dangerous, bcause I wish I was that way sometimes.  Another project is on time travel, because I wish I could change the past, and a couple of other projects are on politics and social issues, because there's things I care about.  You'll find there's plenty to write about when you want to change yourself.  Or the world.

Got A New Bed

We finally got a new bed.  No more sleeping in a recliner!  I might actually be able to wake up now without being in pain all the time.  When I'm done writing for the night, I would just recline in my chair and sleep there, now I can actually sleep without having to put my "bed" back in place.  Its tough to focus, tough to stay awake, and tough to want to do anything.  I'm trying to drink more coffee to stay awake to make up for all the exhaustion, though I usually do anyway.  There's a lot to do these days, and it seems like time goes by a lot faster than it used to.  I've been hoping to finish reading a bunch of books for my research on a couple of political projects, but I've been awful lazy these days.  I work 50 hours a week and commute 20 hours a week.  Me no have time for no fancy book learnin'.  Incidentially I do seem to get story ideas when I let my beard grow, so I think I might have to unleash my inner Viking or inner Duck Dynasty.  Its crazy, I haven't trimmed the ol' beard in a month and now I'm a literary Samson or something.  And to top it off I asked to borrow, BORROW 80 bucks from my mom and she gave me 1,200.  The question is, who is this person claiming to be my mother, and what did she do with her?

Feeling Better

I finally got over my cold.  And I picked another idea for a novel.  Nice, eh?

Stupid Cold

I've got a heavy cold, if not the flu the last few days.  I got sick Friday for the first time in a couple of years actually.  I'm dizzy, have a heap of sinus pressure that makes it hard to breathe, and hard to do anything else either.  I was dumb enough to go into work yesterday and my head felt like it was going to explode most of the day.  I was surprised I made it home because my headache was so bad.  Naturally I've been sleeping a lot and now I'm supposed to work on the weekend, and this doesn't bode well for all the reading I've been wanting to get done.  Its not easy to try and read when your eyeball feels like it wants to explode.  Too graphic?  I'm staying home tomorrow one more day to get better, and maybe finish off this book on the history of prisons, for some research reading I'm doing my book.  Ironically, I can't seem to get away from this book and move onto something else.

Darker

Seems like this novel is taking a grim and more realistic turn.  There's something to say for making things more complex.  Life is complicated, and stories should be too.  Complex but not complicated.  You distract with one hand, so that no one's paying attention to the other.  Otherwise, where's the interest, where's the intrigue, where's the desire to see the solution to the problem?  I tend to think that life gets more realistic, as you go along in life, and this story is getting more realistic too.  I'm sure I'm wrong about how things take place in the reality as far as this story is concerned, but I made it work for this story.  Its kinda nutty when you start tapping into your own pain and experiences how much you try to resolve those old problems into a fictional world.  It helps with the realism, helps progress the story, and even helps you deal with some things too.

Writing is Good, Reading...Not So Much

I've been writing less, so I can research more.  I think the page count is up around 5,000 pages or so, at this point.  Its pretty boring stuff.  Most of this junk is gender studies type nonsense, nobody cares to read, but if you need to refute some idiot's arguments you have to know what he said and all that.  I  had to go out of town for a few days, so now I'm really behind.  I did manage to have this weird dream where it was 1980 and I was telling Reagan about his future as president, I told Barbara Bush to have a talk with her sons George and Jeb, and I was talking to Donald Trump about his future as president.  I think this had something to do with some sci-fi stuff I've been working on, either that, or it has something to do with the four Aleve I took before bed that night...