Posted on November 27th, 2009 2 comments
Constantly I am looking for proof, a sign, or some sort of something that tells me there are forces in this world beyond what I can sense with my silly short bus human brain. Tonight was one of those nights where I just had to smile and say, “Okay.” Let us start about two hours ago.
Come on! Hop in the Delorean, let’s go!
Whoooooooooooooooooooosh! pzt bzt pitsh bachowwwwwwrrrrmmmm
I decided it was time to finally sit down and tackle the problem a lot of us are facing. Debt. The cruel mistress and price of my greed for toys was piling up along with the anxiety of not knowing where I am at. So I figured it all out and figured out a reasonable payment plan to make it all go away. Every expense I have per month, what was left over, and what I had to live on was all planned out and calculated. So now I’m on the road to freedom.
Now, after a person figures out these things the last thing on their mind is spending money. However the hunger was setting in and I desperately needed some household items. So I turn out the pockets and the wallet to discover I’ve got $12 cash money, solid green backs, hard earned bones, mother effin’ doe ray mine. I look at my desk and scavenge the quarters from this weeks pocket change. I also open the junk drawer on my dresser looking for quarters; there were none, but I took a dime and two nickels just so opening the drawer was worth it. Tally before I left the house $13.70!
I decided to go to the only place I knew that could stretch money for days, Grocery Outlet. Trash bags took a solid chunk of the money at $6 bucks but I grabbed dinner and a loaf of bread anyway. The math in my head said I would be close but I should be alright. It isn’t like I don’t have any money in the bank but I wanted to see how far the cash I had would go. It was close! Way close!
So close I just had to say, “Thanks Universe!” You rock my world again!
Posted on November 15th, 2009 2 comments
Since about the age of nineteen I’ve prided myself on keeping memoirs of my life. I’m twenty five now so that is a few solid years of documentation. Depending on how my life is going I’ll make anywhere from 2 – 5 entries per year. When I was in college most of my entries were done around Christmas time while I was home from school and feeling the most reflective. Now I find that entries take place when I have been faced with some life altering realizations or some sort of trauma. The memoirs are a glorified high school girls’ diary. I can boohoo, curse, dream and fantasize about everything and anything. Last night I was making an entry (last one was in May of this year) and I found myself flipping back through time.
The beauty of the memoirs is that I place no rules on them. Some of the text is just blind jibberish where I could not be bothered with corrections at that time. Essentially I have been able to capture a snap shot of my mind during some of the most important events in my life. Reading back I started to notice there was no pattern. It is as though each entry was written by a completely different person. If it wasn’t for the consistency and actual follow up to previous entries you would think it was some sort of anthology where every author just tore a page out of their own personal journals.
I’ve always been on the quest you see. The quest for complete self definition. Consistency in this pursuit is evident at the root of every action, relationship, conversation and intellectual pursuit I’ve ever undertaken. I will only do things in life where the reward for failure is equal to the reward of success. Chew on that carefully.
My memoirs tell me that I’m always changing. Five years is beyond habitual abuse or even addiction to change; it is now a part of who you are. I think there is only one thing to do and that is to embrace it. Be comfortable with who you are today and be prepared to meet the new you tomorrow. We are all suffering from the exact same mild case of personality alzheimers.
Posted on September 11th, 2009 No comments
I had the mic hot tonight so I figured I’d record the blog post I’ve been procrastinating.
Posted on August 18th, 2009 No comments
With any story you read there is a certain passage or line that hooks you in. That one part that says, “oh hell ya. This is how it’s done.” I just finished Seth Harwood‘s Jack Wakes Up. This was the part that did it for me:
“Yes, sir, this is the man here: Jack Palms,” Ralph says, stepping forward. He has a thick cigar in one hand and a scotch in the other. He sways as he moves. Jack realizes this is why Ralph asked him along: because he’s planning on spending most of his time in the bag.
“Jack Palms,” Al says, “let us share with you some blow.”
More laughs and then Jack watches Al, Ralph, and the others retreat to the couches. He can see a glass-top coffee table in the middle all ready to go, with the lines cut and set. Ralph sits down on one of the couches and starts rolling up a twenty.
Jack Wakes Up follows Jack Palms, the washed up movie star of “Shake’em Down.” Jack finds himself in a financial situation that causes him to get involved with an old friend named Ralph Anderino. Ralph ropes Jack into entertaining some out of town Czech’s interested in two things: scoring mountains of blow and haveing a good time.
Jack ends up in the middle of a story line that takes you to the hard streets of organized drug crime in San Francisco. Czechs, Colombians, KGB, Gangsters, crooked cops, sex, drugs, fast cars, and a lot of guns; Jack Wakes Up was my introduction to crime fiction and “Danny like, Danny like very much.”
You remember that first time you saw Fight Club? You walked out of that theater thinking you were all American bad ass. You looked at every guy, big or small you played the fight out in your head like a movie. You walked close to them on the way out just hoping they would give you a reason. A little comment, a wrong look, or maybe some disagreeable body language was all you would need to get in their face and say, “What mother effer? Take a swing.” This is the same feeling you’ll get when you read Jack Wakes Up.
I find myself shifting between the different characters. Maybe I’m Junius, not taking shit from anyone and demanding respect. Maybe I’m one of the fearless Czechs never backing down from any fight; fists or guns, I’ll stay for that party. Maybe I’m Jack Palms. I’m a good looking actor, I have a ’66 Fastback that melts panties off women, and somedays bad shit happens to good people. Seth does a great job of developing these characters. I loved all of them.
On a personal level Seth is one of the authors I respect the most in the podcast novel community. He podcasted it for free, he got the book deal, and he podcasts from his hot tub keeping it REAL about what the publishing world is all about. Seth isn’t full of the flowery bullshit or whining about his trials and tribulations – we hear that from so many authors these days. He hasn’t dropped off the map and gotten so involved in his success that he forgets about us (I won’t name names but you know when you are neglecting the people who made you). Seth is one of the most educated well rounded guys in the game today and he is a great story teller. When my debut podcast novel is ready I know Seth will have my back.
Jack Wakes Up is the first in a three part series of Jack Palms novels.
Of course all of them are FREE for you to consume as podiobooks. Click the pics below for links to the different Jack Palms novels.
Seth is a game changer for sure. I identify with a lot of his philosophy about writing and publishing. Of course the nature of the game is not to immitate but innovate. This is where I come in as the new blood, the student, and the next BIG thing. “Shake’em Up! Baby.”
Posted on July 30th, 2009 1 comment
February of this year is when I finally embraced making writing a major part of my day to day existence. I had been writing my whole life as a fun hobby and for it’s therapeutic implications but it was time to work, to be better, and to change the world. I told all of my friends, “I’m getting serious about this thing.” I accepted I was a baby, a student, a beginner and wore that badge proudly. I needed to learn from the masters, harness the craft, deal with personal anxiety, figure out what my philosophy toward this new monster would be, and most of all, I needed to always try to be better. My behavior changed in that I started writing and recording ALL the time. That was six months ago. Now I get asked the same question constantly, “How is the writing going?”
The short answer – “Great! Fun! I’m grateful to have reassurance that this is indeed what I am most passionate about. Things are forever changing. I’m learning so much, exploring everything freely, and dissolving all limitation. I’m doing it.”
The long answer -
Things are going fantastic!
At first my intention was to sit in the wings and observe. I’d watch the blogs of J.C. Hutchins, Scott Sigler, Mur Lafferty and all the other influential authors in the podcast novel space. All the while I’d work on my masterpiece and blow them all out of the water when it was ready. After a very short while I figured out this was not going to work. I was sitting in my hobbit hole scribbling but no one was reading it and I wasn’t learning anything about the craft like I wanted. So I started searching for low-risk ways of exposure. This is where the 100 word stories podcast came in and GreatHites. Weekly contests where people voted for fun on the stories and your story was syndicated in a podcast. It was simple: if people didn’t like your story they didn’t vote for you, done. No one screamed at you and no one told you it sucked, it was bliss but also not enough to move forward.
I did that for a while and I started to educate myself more about the writing industry. I subscribed to Writer’s Digest and every podcast I could find about getting better at this writing thing.
So that is where it started and things evolved way faster than I thought from there.
So, where are we now?
I think an itemized list will be more effective than a long hunk of wordy prose.
- I write for the 100 word stories podcast every week. Those are the 100 word stories you see posted here all the time.
- I write for GreatHites as much as I can.
- I have two stories being published in the GreatHites Podiobooks Anthology. The Reconstruction and Children of the Garden Wars. (still need to edit those for you Jeff, sorry for the delay.)
- I got into my first REAL writing group that Justin Lowmaster (SpaceTurtle) got me into. They are a wonderful group of folks and I love interacting with people who nerd out about this stuff as much as I do.
- Give Blood and Thanks is officially a podcast now and is in itunes and all that. It will hit 17,000 words very soon and be in official novella territory.
- I plunged headfirst into the social media space to rub shoulders and learn from these people I thought I would covet forever. They are all supportive and great. I have Twitter and Facebook for now.
- I have a ton of ideas I’m working on and new ones crop up constantly. I have enough material right now to be locked in a room for about four years and write a few books.
- I’m learning the value of 100% transparency. What I do that a lot of authors (can I say that yet?) don’t is, I post everything! I post the ugly draft that I read from with all the typos, crumby syntax, constant switching of tenses, and even spelling errors. If things get pointed out to me I go back and fix it, but I don’t ever dwell too long. I’m not submitting to magazines, I’m not agent hunting, I’m not submitting to publishers, I’m just learning and sharing with all of you. I don’t want to be on this journey alone. I want my friends to know what is going on and the world to watch me grow up.
- I’m confident that I will be a novelist when the time is right. Actually, the time will be right in November. I will be participating in my first official NanoWriMo this year. I’m extremely excited about it and there is a lot of planning I have yet to do if I am going to reach the 50,000 word finish line in just one month.
I think that covers all the bases for now but things are forever changing in this world so who knows what the next day, week, or month will bring.
Thank you all for your constant supportive words and encouragement. That stuff really means a lot, truly.
That is how the writing thing is going. – Danny
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