Friday, September 20, 2013

Do people even blog anymore?

Finding it difficult to find the point in all this. Blogging? That's like a public diary, right?

Thursday, February 23, 2012

ABNA: Take 5

I entered the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards again. Fifth time's a charm, right? As with last year, I made it past the dreaded Pitch Stage, and am now in the dreaded Excerpt Stage.

Last year, I didn't fare so well in that stage. It was brutal. I think I've grown since then, but probably not. We'll see. This year I swear to bite my tongue if I don't agree with my reviewer.

I mean, mostly promise.

Somewhat promise.

*crosses fingers*

Friday, October 28, 2011

The plunge

Well, I did it. I took the plunge.

I've ventured into the world of self-publishing.

I've learned a ton already, and there is so much more to learn.

The most important lesson is who good my friends are to me. I can not, in a million years, express what I've felt over the past 24 hours since I hit Save and Publish and became a self-published author.

After I collect my thoughts, and figure out what comes next, I'll have a more substantial post about this whole process.

For now, visit Voices in the Field and let me know what you think.


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I don't have cancer

I have LPR. And something else. Something about elephant pachyderm something-something. I have to look it up yet, and figure out what's next. Doc says there's not really anything they can do about the LPR other than treat and adjust my eating and drinking habits. But, I don't have throat cancer. Of this, he's sure.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

This is a journey, into sound

Sept. 6 still seems a long time away.

In the meantime, I've been driving myself insane. Part of me wants to believe this is all in my mind. But the pain seems real. The difficulty swallowing, the hoarseness, the cough, the mucous, the swollen glands . . . they seem real.

My mind is playing tricks on me. I've replayed my funeral in my head a thousand times. I've spelled out my wishes to my wife. I've checked and double checked my life insurance policy. I'm preparing for the worst.

And, yet, it could just be a scratchy voice.

Do I believe that? No. I believe it's the worst possible scenario.

Is it Sept. 6 yet?

In so many ways, I just want to know. One way or the other, the not knowing is more difficult I think.