Month: March 2004

Is it any wonder

Writer guy

The wife just accused me of wanting to be famous and it got me thinking that I’m not sure I’m guilty of that, but that I should ponder her claim.

Let’s start with what fame is. Is being famous about being recognized in the grocery store? Getting free clothes from stores because you wear their stuff on talk shows? Being known by just your first name? Or is it a more subtle like everyone wants to be your friend and say they know you? Well, maybe that’s not so subtle.

OK, now who wants this fame? It seems that there’s no shortage of people who compete for a slot on Surrvivor or Real World. Reality shows are about normal people taking their shot at the big time. These shows get huge ratings, so it appears that lots of people want this.

To me fame means three things. One, a great TV show/movie. I’ll admit, I know all the words to the theme. Two it’s a great song by David Bowie. There’s killer bass work on that track. Three, I think fame is something better left for other people.

Unless it gets me free pizza I don’t want to be famous. If I can go into my local pizza place and get 2 slices and a Diet Coke free, then sign me up Scotty! I want my 3.10 lunch at no charge. Not every time of course, like maybe once a week or something. I’d still pay for all the pizza that comes to my house and tip the driver.

It’s a simple dream really.

Oy vey, what else can I say?

Writer guy

This morning more of that cursed white stuff blankets what should be my green lawn, soiling my mood like a coffee stain on my favorite white shirt. The flowers were set to bloom until this evil came to town delaying what should be spring. Now the bushes that the landlord planted last year during the heat wave in August that died and the he replanted in October when the weather cooled off sag from the weight of the snow.

Who’s in charge here and why weren’t they fired? Who ordered a snow storm right at the cusp of spring when the nights should smell like the sweet scent of fresh flowers? I do say a pox on your sir or madam! I demand a recount for you obviously stole the election. Let me see those pregnant chads, those “subjective interpretation” ballots. Take this white stuff away immediately or I will lead the charge for your impeachment! Yes! That’s it! Fix it now or my movement shall parade you down Main Street like a Scooby Doo pinata on the Fourth of July. You better run home to mama now! And take this white, slippery and cold plague of locusts with you.

I gotta move to Key West, Florida. I just gotta.

It’s the end of the beginning

Writer guy

I’m having a lot of trouble sleeping these days. There are 3 possible reasons:
1) The weather. Why is it snowing all of the sudden? Spring was so close, now it’s so far away.
2) No news on the agent front. But that one is out of my hands.
3) My cat Oedipus is trying to kill me. The vet said he had to lose 2 pounds or else so he’s on a diet and exercise regimen. He’s not taking well to the forced calorie reduction and Stairmaster workouts and he blames me. It’s quite possible he will snuff me as a message to the wife. Each night he circles the bed for hours at a time, waiting for his chance to place a giant paw across my mouth. If updates cease to this blog, that is why. The coroner may rule it sleep apnea but it was a homicide.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

Writer guy

This will be the shortest blog ever cause the wife and I are off in a hurry. She’s tsking at me right now.

What’s going on this coming week:
1) Hoping to hear back from the agent. They should have my manuscript now.
2) Breaching the 100 page mark on the second book in the series, Velocity.
3) Whilst minding my own business another character popped in my head that has nothing to do with Brody or anything else I’ve ever written. I’m taking a hands off approach and just letting the pages out. I’ll sort out the details later.
4) I’m not sick any longer so I was able to lift weights last night. Huzzah!