Monday, December 13, 2010

Gift Wars

What's going on in your neck of the swamp? I've been swamped, so to speak, with the holidays, grand kids, and general mayhem with the church music program and the onslaught of Santa Claus and his band of gift givers. I'm never ready for this holiday. I have no idea what "meaningful, thoughtful" gift to give anyone, and if I could, it would be way beyond my means to buy it. I look at it as another form of taxation levied on us by retail merchants. The wife takes all this more seriously and covers us for the obligatory gift per near relative and various close non-family members and the immediate family. Of course, if you expect to get a gift yourself, you have to invest in multiple gifts outgoing. It's almost like drawing fire in a gift war. Someone fires the first volley and the next thing you know is your bank account is gone, and you receive a neck tie as compensation for serving you country, a badge of courage you can wear on your dress uniform. The critically wounded that over spend on others are now subject to losing house and home to the tacky wrapping paper wars. Yes, I've had enough Christmas for a lifetime. No wonder people load the eggnog with whiskey. Chuckle,'s not that bad, but it's fun to write about it.

Actually, we bought a real tree this year. I'm still gift-bound and helpless to figure out what to get people. I narrowed it down to one for the wife, that's it. What I like most about the whole affair is the orange icing on the Pillsbury buns on Christmas morning. The kids have fun being buried in new toys, but after the camera flash burns wear off and your sight returns, I'm ready to move on to New Year's. I just want to make it into the next year. The current year is like a heavy anchor you just want to cut away. Yeah, 2011!

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Author Day 2010

Today I gathered my kit and went to the Oceanside Library to nest with the other authors and poets in hopes the mother eagle would return with a morsel by someone buying a book. Fingers plucked and pull pages open, some ah'd at the covers, but to no avail. I came home with all the books I left the house with.

Then the time came to give my 10 minute speech. My blood sugar level had flat-lined. My old fear of eyeballs staring me down rose its ugly head again. I had forgotten to bring my glasses that allow me to read at a distance where my face wasn't buried in the page. I had planned to sing a song too and the distance issue was bothering me as well. Oh well, 10 minutes go by fast.

I mounted the stage, did my talk, nose on page, and was about to sing my ditty, when the host said, "We have time, tell us about what you're doing. Do some Q&A."

Ah, okay. What to talk about...ramble, ramble... "Okay, now sing your song," came from stage left. I don't think people realized, my song was pertinent, it was about Author Day, it had a purpose, it just wasn't a random tune to fill the last 5 minutes of my time slot. Actually it was, but I though the crowd would like the irony. Problem was, the song needed to be dedicated to one of the romance novel writers to connect the meaning and allow the song to work, but alas, they had all gone home by then. Note to self: get scheduled earlier next year.

At that moment I realized my throat was as dry as the Great Mohave Desert and the sound that came out was like fingernails on a blackboard. Two bars into the song I realized the guitar's B-string was playing in a gamalon tonality about a quarter pitch off. The cacophony ended soon enough and my 10 minutes were spent, I retreated to my perch to gag down a half bottle of water.

The song was a parody on the song "Killing Me Softly" instead of "...with her song," it was "...with her book,etc." It was fairly witty. The crowd was truly appreciative and got what I was doing.

I really don't know why all of a sudden speaking in front of fellow authors frightens me so much. Maybe it's the editors that you know that are among them that are poised to criticize and ridicule to flex their superiority.

I ended the day a wreck which should have been a quiet day of listening to boring speeches about things I've heard about over and over to lull me into peaceful slumber, but instead left me wondering why I continue writing at all. I envy the proud couch potatoes that can sit for hours gazing at sport events one after the other, killing an entire day. No, I wouldn't trade places. Any anguish I might have suffered, even at my own hand, just makes me a stronger writer. So Author Day was a great day.

I feel better, much better, after a couple of beers and an ice bag on my head.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Things to Think About While Staring at the Ceiling

Deadlines do get you off the pot. The lack of mercy in editing is like a death of many small cuts. I am hoping that if I write enough and read the dictionary each night before I go to sleep, the words will spew out in a more perfect form, requiring less editing, but I doubt it. Everything in life has its dual, the Ying-Yang of it all. Editing is the evil twin of writing. It is inescapable. And that’s just the grammatical, technical side. Editing for logic, content, and dramatic effect – well, I don’t even have a clue about that. I just write what sounds good to me at the time. If I improve over time, it will reflect some kind a personal maturity, but maturity has a dark side – you lose you ability to be innocent. I am a verbal improviser, like a jazz man, playing his heart out in hopes of reaching out to someone with a riff they can dig. I will probably never write anything significant, but it will be fun to read.

The old adage of “You must be a good reader to be a good writer” makes sense, but who has the time. I do read in the background, but there are so many distractions, I don’t really make the time to be a studied reader. I have a limited repertoire of literature on the shelf. If I have time, I write instead. One area I find inspiring is short stories. They are little capsules of joy. You can get the whole plot in one mouthful. If I get writer’s block on a novel-sized project, I back off and write a short story. It seems to refresh the air and gives me a breather. Then it is easier to get back to business.

One of the curiosities of reading deeply about the subjects you plan to write about is the idea of bleeding someone else’s ideas into your own story. I live in fear of doing that, because my short term memory isn’t all that great and I am a great mimicker. There are whole species of birds that do just what I do. The last thing I want to happen is have a chunk of a project have to be rewritten because I unconsciously scribbled a bunch of ideas from someone else’s book into my plot. Have you ever caught yourself doing that?

Well, the chances are lower than you think. We are all built differently so the randomness of our interpretations protect us, but taking a great idea and revamping it into your own interpretation, well that’s a virtue not a sin. Even Einstein said it, “If I can see over the wall, is because I stand on the shoulders of giants” or some nonsense like that. You’ll have to look it up. I’m too lazy.

While I look at the ceiling, slumber finally reaches me. Maybe tomorrow I will write the perfect novel.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Pretzel Logic

We live in a time where bankruptcy is a strategy for success; politicians hide tax increases by calling them fees. We redefine words to take advantage of each other. How is a writer supposed to deal with this? If you can't depend on the dictionary to supply a viable meaning for your thoughts, then how can we actually communicate or even think?

From computers we get codes. After all, everything that you can do with networked electronics is the interpretation of ones and zeros. The clever demons amongst us are playing us for all we've got by manipulating our codes.

Business majors go to Harvard and Yale not to make America a better place to live or protect our economic future. They go to learn how to merge companies, strip off redundant administrative departments and harvest those people's salaries as booty.

Churches that preach purity of souls are filled with pedophiles and homosexuals and probably have been since the first crucifix was nailed to a monastery wall.

We live in a time of awareness of just how crazy mankind has become. We are a nation of peace-loving warriors. We export guns, missiles, and perverted movies and call ourselves the cultural center of the universe. The one reason aliens aren't seen is they wouldn't be caught dead in our wacked out world that we have created. They moved on to more sane planets a long time ago.

This may be the result of the rat maze syndrome of crowding animals together to a point where they lose their sensibility and are illogically defensive and become crazed. We have become so crowded we are altering our own planet. Go to Australia for the wonderful sunshine. Yeah, and be fried because of the hole in the ozone layer "down under."

What I'm saying is what use to be firm ground is now quicksand. Axioms of intelligent thought have now become the basis for fraud claims. We are at a juncture where we need to redefine ourselves, because old benchmarks, touchstones are now breaking down. We have outstripped our usefulness and have become a burden to our own existence. What will we do? How will we cope? Where will we find the resilience to survive our own designs?

The challenge for future writers is to capture the essence of this new reality and find accurate definition of same. Persuasive lies have become reality. Spin doctors are just witchdoctors—word warlocks. The truth is remolded from liquid thought. Ingots of the new world order have to be stamped for validity backed by the vanguards of humanity. This lofty goal may only be possible by gods or angels.

When you sit down and talk to nerds, the common theme is mankind is the weak link. Machines are far more desirable. People are the messy variable in the equation that ruins the recipe. Computers and code are pure, not mankind. The wish is to replace people with machines. Scary? It's not a joke to the Vulcan mind of youth.

Were the Mayan's right? Will we collide with the wall of doom in 2012 and be flattened into stardust? The writing on the wall should be cataloged, analyzed, and researched for truth. We need a glossary of terms that matches our redefinition of ourselves. When you write you have to come up with fresh ideas, plots, characters; but what's new under the sun? Everything.

If you can understand the pretzel logic of our times, the zeitgeist of what's happening now, you have the lyrics for our swan song.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

On Writing...

Yeah, sometimes I think being a writer has all the skill level of passing gas effectively. Think about it. Some just blast it out, break wind, and it gets the job done. Us writers have to elude to the act, subtext the event so it's silent, unseen, but nevertheless deadly. We add the drama, the angst of trying to hold it back, but in the end, we are all just bags of wind.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Unemployment Woes Begone...

In the past, this nation showed its resilience to economic downturn by calling on its most organized element - the US military. The PWA and CCC were put together to keep the economic situation from sliding the nation into the abyss. Today the military is too busy and too bureaucratic to be of any use unless it redirects its energy from fighting an endless war with Islam.

We seemed to have lost our ability to correctly assess a situation and act accordingly. It’s clear to intelligent people anywhere that you can’t sustain a welfare state with sinking revenues caused by unemployment figures that rise. The tax dollars coming in are less than the benefits paid out. The spiral to total financial ruin hangs in the balance. Elementary engineering economics (seldom taught in college anymore) makes that clear. This burden is further being exacerbated by the idea that debt is free.

With the great divide being created by the wealthy distancing themselves from the working class, less understanding of how to cope or even to care enough to try, broadens the gap. Our government has become our royal family and all those attached depend on the stability of the empire are dragging the once great machine of America into mediocrity. The middle class of America is facing serfdom.

We have all the talent and the resources to reverse these trends if we care to. I believe even those hanging on to unemployment benefits will finally realize with 20,000 college graduates joining the ranks of the unemployed each year, the chances for the more elderly ones that lost their jobs grows dimmer with each graduating class. So where is the answer? It lies with reinventing the working class so some day they can reestablish the middle class. Is that a good thing? Yes, even if the rich don’t want to share, they need to understand they are standing on the backs of a well established spending middle class. The whole thing collapses without that commercial consumption. In fact, America is the golden goose for the world economy. It would not be wise to cook it.

We have the ability to start government organized, military disciplined projects that can create massive job opportunities overnight. We’ve done it before, we can do it again. It only requires a trust in the government. So how do we create trust in our centralize assets in Washington when they have demonstrated over and over again how unworthy they can be? We have to stop supporting wars that are based on remolding civilizations centuries old into our image. It blinds us from realizing we have alienated a huge portion of the human population on the planet. We should fight our enemies not all their neighbors and friends. We get the job done and leave. We need our military back home to correct the mess we have created in our own backyard. We need to establish projects to correct the sagging infrastructure. We need to bring home the electronics industry from foreign lands. We need to stop teaching dribble in our schools and start teaching how modern technology works, how banking works, how legal order is established - all lost skills graciously pushed to offshore entities. A great country is not a service oriented country. A great country is a leader in manufactured goods that motivates economic growth. Who really wants to be some other country’s servant?

We have to rearrange laws, codes, and business practices that allow outsiders from taking advantage of us. Our universities provide much of the research in new technologies directly to foreign sources, because of money lines. Our most valuable businesses, including food distribution, are owned by foreigners that don’t have our nation’s interests in mind. We allow foreigners to come to this country legally or illegally to have babies to establish a beach head to bring in whole lineages of people that come to take advantage, and not necessarily to have respect for our values. Everything that Thomas Jefferson feared most, we are carrying out by spineless rhetoric spewing out of politicians entrusted with our Constitution.

There are vast new industries coming into view with green technologies. We talk about it, but it’s the industrial might of Asians countries that do something about it. They come up with wind, solar, and hybrid cars solutions way before we can wade through all the ghastly bickering that regulates us into a straight jacket. No one wants to give an inch. All of these tendencies have to be cast out like last night’s garbage.

The answer to unemployment is to motivate those out of work to create their own businesses, to join for their own common good, to approach those with business savvy - chambers of commerce, Rotary clubs, business conferences of all sorts - to create new jobs that never existed before. Going back to where we were is ridiculous. We need to grow a whole new crop of Americas that can form a tax base large enough to bail out the country this time, and not the other way around.

We need our politicians to turn from their luxurious lifestyle and help out. We need the government to bring together skill sets too vast for the common man to muster. We need our military leaders to keep the path clear, to provide the organization to get a grip on the current situation. If we fail, a dark pall falls over all people who love freedom. Freedom is not an automatic right, it’s a privilege granted by a compassionate government. Those that think human civilization doesn’t need government to guide them are grossly naïve. Only barbarians can live without the rule of law and order that government can provide. We just have to make sure our government is for the people and not against them.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Gentleman Writer

Yes, retirement is the bomb. I worked for 40 years making other people rich and that bugged me, so I stopped doing that. I started writing after I retired in 2005 and fell in love with the feeling of being inside a story looking out. I've always had a rich imagination, so finding a topic wasn't an issue. If you are an English teacher, you would have been horrified by my first draft. My next door neighbor is a retire professor emeritus from Rutgers University and took an interest in my first story. He read and edited it. Every page, every paragraph bled like a major farm machinery accident. Red marks splattered everywhere. He made the statement, "It's an interesting story, but it's unreadable." It took two weeks to type in all the edits, but he did launch my "career" by pointing out I needed to reread everything pertaining to grammar and vocabulary.

I spent many years writing specifications for government projects, which amounts to destroying the English language. So it was hard to gain enough skills back to do novel writing justice. Still my writing depresses me to tears trying to iron out those pesky editorial errors.

One of the problems with being over-the-hill, sliding down the slippery slope of age into the abyss, compounded by lack of income is having the financial strength for luxuries like editors at my beckoned call. I have begged, borrowed, and feigned urgent need with close friends to read with the intent to earmark boo-boos. I self-published just to maintain control over the editing process, which in my case, amounts to new editions with crisp corrections a couple of times to get the gremlins to scurry back into the crevice between pages and hide in the binding . Only the earlier buyers would know the pain of the ill-gotten verb or misused noun landmine.

Writing is my solace, so in music. Trying to remain active in musical circles and running in circles trying to construct a novel keeps me saturated with duties. Someday when the writing skills improve and the playing skills turn into arthritis pain, I will settle into a steady stream of metaphoric rhetoric. The challenge is staying ahead of the Alzheimer demons.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Ebooks Don't Scare Me.

I embrace technology. It paid the bills in my 30 year career in the workforce, so I don’t have a negative bias toward ebooks. In fact, I placed my five novels on Kindle the first week it was available. Where the rub came in was dealing with early attempts of Amazon to painlessly upload the book-copy. Their guidelines were directed at mainstream programmers rather than authors. But, to my surprise the ebooks started selling and have ever since, not in major numbers, but more than I can sell on my own of the paper version. The latest version of Kindle’s upload software is very easy to use and the book-copy goes in nicely. I recently lowered the price to see if the volume would increase. It’s all good. You, the author, can manipulate all the factors that provide your work to the public including discount coupons, pricing, and version corrections. I don’t know anyone that’s written a book that hasn’t been embarrassed by typos. Ebooks allow you to edit those errors out and republish a new version in minutes. No publisher will do that without a major brouhaha. No library will accept a revision of a novel. It just isn’t done - not until now. Lately, you can even increase your royalty amount from 35% to 70% of the sale price! When has that ever happened in your writing career or even received 35% in the first place from the middleman? The way I look at it, one should publish a paper version in the off chance the book will gain recognition on a grand scale. There will be those that will want to own a paper version. Reserve that privilege for those that will purchase an autographed copy directly from you. The scarcity and the mystic of the author’s signature just add to the allure. The fact that ebooks allow you to be read by every educated person on the planet, even at $5 a pop or less, is much more relevant than a book signing where five people show up. I say hurray for ebooks. They can only make authors more accessible and open many new ways to reach readers. After all that’s the point, reach readers, not by what medium.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Today's Dribble

I must say for the record, San Diego's weather this year has been splendid. We aren't of the charts hot, nor cold blasting wind off the Pacific right as you get the grill out and are about to cook burgers. It has been great writing weather. The mind is clear, the sky is clear. It's easy to forget the naysayers out there that the planet is in peril.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Get Me a Job!

I have a lofty perch to look down on the economic woes I see around me. I'm retired. I have in-laws, friends, and even old adversaries out there looking and looking for jobs. Here's the way I see the future: America cooked its own goose. We are so in debt, forget about the magic job that pays year 2000 salaries. People are going to have to create their own jobs, build businesses, and tell the politicians to get the hell out of the way. We are going to have to pull ourselves up by our own bootstraps now. I'd say take your talents and peddle them into some kind of service or product.

Monday, May 24, 2010

On the Road Again

Writers and readers - the June issue of the Fox&Quill is coming. Be patient. I'm running around Colorado right now getting stocked up on fresh air. I'll be back June first to publish, so get ready for the first week of June.

Yahoo - just found gold...!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Peddling Prose

As I look into my crystal ball, straining to receive some glint of knowledge, some pearl of wisdom about the world of writing, all I see are swirling smoke trails and chards of mirrored light. I’m left with the dichotomy of learning the ropes that become spaghetti and pull apart when striving for a reliable foundation. Let me tell you what I mean.

We have the Chicago Manual of Style, the Strunk and White Elements of Style, and Roget’s Thesaurus, and dozens of how-to writing gospels, but the major best sellers are the ones that break the rules. We have scholarly masters that tell us never use cliché, yet every great story is full of them. Admittedly, crafted to look like a spanking new version, but many are just old hats skillfully placed. What is the virgin writer to do?

The baseline for publishing is to get an agent, who nurtures the young writer and becomes the sales conduit to a publisher. We all know from experience that agents are really hard to find. Maybe they don’t even exist! They are so deeply buried within the forest we just can’t see them for the trees. They seem to be part of the dead letter department of the post office. All you get are rejections and returned manuscripts.

Then there is the dilemma of fame. Most new writers don’t have it. How do you become famous enough to show on the radar of those mysterious agents that really don’t exist? Books deals rain down on the famous even if they don’t know how to write! They hire a ghostwriter to carry the load. Maybe that’s the secret—just ghostwrite, the box canyon for the creative mind.

So you want a career as a writer. (A question without a question mark…) Well, it is naggingly suggested to write magazine articles. Be a stringer. Get the experience and you will develop a following. Sure, that will pay the bills. If you’re lucky, seventy-five dollars here, a hundred dollars there, on a project where you pour many long hours to create an article packed with your best stuff. When you look at the ROI, you gasp when you see a negative index. The longer you do this, the further into the red you go! (Notice I used incomplete sentences—a real baddie, but all effect writing has them). All the rules dissolved into a jelly mess and the logic of what you are doing defies any economic sense.

How can you reconcile being a writer? When does the pain stop and the satisfaction begin? Is it meant to just be a starving artist existence or the creative genius that is only recognized after they’re dead? There are a few outs as they say in poker.

Become a corporation, an investment broker, a venture capitalist. Somehow you have to be vested in some kind of economic benevolence. You have to be financial stable enough to walk into the woods and fend off the wild beasts hidden in the dark places and still be able to breakout the other side unscathed. The ones that can’t probably died off already as one of those endangered species that was never recorded. Maybe a tattered book of poems remains for someone to pluck from a second-hand store shelf, wondering who the author was—nice work. You have to be ready to prime the pump with cash and suck enough opportunity up the pipe to draw a drink from; then you can make a go of this occupation. Once opportunities start to flow, you have to keep pumping that handle until you drop. Otherwise, it all falls back into the depths where it came and you are there, slumped over at the well’s edge exhausted, watching your aura fade away.

I have to conclude that seasoned writers have suffered the slings and arrows, are the brave hearts that throw themselves into the fray, but survive to become stronger because of it. Real writers have scars on their backs. When he says, “Call me Ishmael,” your face drops open and pales as you stare into the character’s eyes. This is going to be a good read. You just have to keep writing until your style bleeds through and the stains of your agony form a pattern that readers find appealing. Readers are a devious lot. They have no mercy. Just when you’re on a roll, they pull an ace from their sleeve and pull in your profits. Your aim should be to create your own legacy. You have to build a wall with your work, a body of work that can pull the chains through enough time that readers and critics alike will accept you like a bastard child at the table of the wealthy established elite. They still look down their long noses, but you are getting a hot meal despite it all. You have to design and sew your own flag and plant it in the terra firma of your convictions. You are what you write no matter what the nutritionists tell you.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

April Showers or in this case Earthquakes

As we approach mid-April, southern California shakes like a bowl of Jello. I have to look for the good in this. My lethargy lessened when shivers of fear ripple up my spine. My pace quickens and I tend to pay more attention to detail.

We lay wait for the Big One. We watch the horizon to see if the great ship of Los Angeles will sink or just roll over on her side. It's time to pay our respects to Mother Earth. She is not pleased. Something is naggingly pulling at her apron.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Sell the Sizzle

Book fairs seem like a good idea, but are only useful if focused on a few authors period. And their books better suck. If a used book store is anywhere near where you are selling - forget it. If you are at a street fair - forget it. If you are part of a craft fair - forget it. If some lady is selling children’s book within five miles - forget it. The point is, if you are not famous enough to draw a crowd on your own - forget it. It's a cart and horse logic issue. Become recognizable first.

Books have their secrets locked inside. When someone comes up to where you are selling, they are more interested in the fact you wrote a book and they are probably looking for advice on how they could write one too. They will pick and flip to be polite, and then walk away. If your book could do a song and dance routine, then maybe you could make a sale. Musicians are lucky. They hammer out some songs and tell people they’re on the CD and today they’re selling at a HUGE discount - sales are made, especially if a pretty young thing is doing the selling.

The more complex and interesting your book is, the harder it is to explain it. The thirty word blurb is about all you get before their eyes glaze over. That’s why how-to books sell 10 to 1 better that fiction. They sell themselves - like the ShamWow. The title itself tells people if they buy the book it will improve their lives. It really doesn’t matter what improvement you’re talking about. If it improves your sex life, makes you money or will save a marriage, it’s a guaranteed sale to many gullible people. They have a garage full of them and give them to Goodwill six months later.

If you’re a fiction writer, like me, you have to be creative with the selling technique. I will guarantee improved sales if you make a book trailer and have it running continuously on a laptop computer sitting on the sales table. Don’t say a thing. You open your mouth and the magic dies. You add tee shirts with logos from the book, even better. You will sell a tee shirt and a book.

What you find is, due to the nature of a book’s contents being inaccessible without a long sit and read session, you need to be famous and that’s the draw or you have to gimmick the sale with a dozen carny tricks or you can’t break through the interest threshold to make a sale. Sell the sizzle not the steak.

How do I know this? Don’t ask.

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Author, Inc.

Greetings. If you’re in the San Diego on 22 March, I'm giving a talk on the Internet and the wired author at the SD Writers and Editors Guild meeting ( It's such a mind boggling challenge to be more that just a writer in today's world. This electronic monster called the Internet and computers in general have shoved authors out into the limelight where websites, social networking, marketing strategy, and presentation coaches are standard fare. You have to be Author, Inc. If you can find the energy, learning how to tame the beast can only be to your advantage. That’s why I lecture on the Wired Author.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Ghostwriter's Haunts

I was blown away by the stats that try to show how many of the best sellers are ghostwritten. I won't quote numbers here, because there is no real way to tell, since the whole point of ghostwriting for the rich and famous is to stay anonymous.

Here’s my question to the authors out there: Are there works you know of with credit given to someone famous for writing a book that was actually written by a ghostwriter? I’m not talking about Sarah Palin, Bill & Hillary Clinton. I'm curious about someone like Winston Churchill or Hemingway.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Self-Morale as a Shield Against Rejection

There's a lot of chatter among writers when it comes to agent rejections or rejections from publishers. Rejection will always sting, but you can create an effective shield against its effects.

If writing is the only thing you do in your life, and rejections send you into tailspins of depression, then you need to pump up your self-morale. How do you do that? Expand your universe.

When you write, write great stuff, whether it's an email, a note to a friend, or short stories to pass time. Get involved with groups - readers, writers, guilds - anything where you can achieve a victory. You beat rejection by winning many small victories.

Take your writing to the streets. Give lectures, go to meetings and tell people a story. Measure the response. When you gain a victory, like when people come up and say, "Hey, I enjoyed your talk," go out and buy a chocolate sundae. Don't just write one book and sit on it like a big egg, waiting for it to hatch into some grand exotic bird. Farm you craft in many fields. Take your stories and tell them fifty different ways and present them in front of as many people as you can. If they are accepted with respect, you have defeated rejection. You know your work is good. If rejections come, you can say to yourself, "Hey, Scrabbleworks Publishing Company, your loss, fool.”

Instead of always having to walk around with a stiff upper lip that makes you look like you had a bad facelift, building wall of thick resentment in your mind to thwart off rejection blues, or lose friends because you're a sourpuss all the time, do an end-around play and defeat rejections with great self-morale.

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Writer's Loft a la Cox

Yeah! Cox Cable finally got the show on the air. Here are the times:

Jan 30th at 5pm, channels 23 for South County and 18 for North County
Feb 12th at 7pm, same channels

TimeWarner is sticking with Thursdays at 5pm, channel 19. streaming - check schedule.

Let me know what you thing about the show...

Thursday, January 07, 2010

DelMarTV - January Schedule

Here's the lineup for "The Writer's Loft" that can be seen on the Internet over for January:

Friday, January 1, 2010
9:00 a.m. Writer’s Loft: Crow’s Nest
8:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Saturday, January 2, 2010 6:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Wordsmiths

Monday, January 4, 2010 11:00 a.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Friday, January 8, 2010 8:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Saturday, January 9, 2010 6:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Wordsmiths

Monday, January 11, 2010 11:00 a.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Friday, January 15, 2010 8:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Saturday, January 16, 2010 6:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Wordsmiths

Monday, January 18, 2010 11:00 a.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Friday, January 22, 2010 8:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Saturday, January 23, 2010 6:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Wordsmiths

Monday, January 25, 2010 11:00 a.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Friday, January 29, 2010 8:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Book Builders

Saturday, January 30, 2010 6:00 p.m. Writer’s Loft: Wordsmiths

You just click on the "DMTV Live Streaming" in the gray box, then click on the "Open Stream in Media Player" and wait for it to load. Plan to match up with the scheduled time (PST).