Skip to main content

While I'm Away...

Consider this...



Hi, guys.

So, as many of you know-and maybe, some who don't-I am currently in the throes of writing my first novel.

Yeah. Good times.

And while I am doing this, and as you have observed-I am not able to dedicate time to this here little blog. (insert audible Boo-awwww...sigh, here) 

But fear not, loyalists!

I have done a typically genius thing, and put out a call to action to all of my awesome writer friends who also dabble and may not have a blog of their own to speak of. To clarify, I'm not sure why they don't, because most of these folks are kick-ass writers themselves. And (what? I can be humble. Shutup, I can!) even better than me at the craft.

So, guest bloggers abound!

Our first guest is a local chef in my little city, and has an interest and all things cee-gar oriented. The art of enjoying a fine cigar may not be as poplar with my chicks out there, but to be honest...I think a little knowledge on the subject is a learning experience and also-might be popular reading for my lingering dude-readers.

So, enjoy the first guest blogger post and watch for many more to come, from a diverse and awesome field of experienced and fellow amateur writers.
This is going to be epic.

Watch for the first guest post today or tomorrow at the latest.
And, I will of course send some small updates about the novel as we go. I'm close to 285 pages now, with about 150-200 more to come before edits. And, oh yeah! I almost forgot...I am crowd-funding for the publishing costs. Anyone who wishes to donate, can do so...here: https://www.gofundme.com/publish-a-dream

Feel free to give, as a little as a buck or two will do cause' bucks add up. And if you cannot donate at this time, you are still amazing, and I love you to pieces. But, there is a way to still throw me an assist for free. Share the link on any social media, and with your rich -or any friends at all. ;)

Until then...

Get yo' guest on. Woot. 
Have fun!



Happy New Year. XOXO.
T







Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Collecting Unemployment...

...Is the new 30. So. I am an operations manager for a local company. Last week, the owner and I-in anticipation of a rise in business due to the upcoming holiday season, decided to run an employment ad. We want to hire 2 people. The procedure for this was-send a job application/resume to our page at Facebook. If you are qualified for the position, I instructed that I would send that candidate 5 follow up questions via email before we go forward in setting up a face to face interview. We got about 20 responses pretty quickly after we posted the ad. Out of the 20 I pre-screened (checked the qualifications on the app, looked at the Facebook pages if they had an open page, and made sure that the application was filled out correctly to confirm they could follow directions) I chose 10 of those 20 people to send the 5 questions to. Out of those 10...not one response. (crickets...taps mic...is this thing on???) So after this-I send reminders to each person via Facebook mess...

Anxiety...

ain't for sissies... Ooh. Two posts in one day. How, you say? How IS this possible? I have word vomit days-it is what it is. I may, or may not surprise you occasionally with more than one post-dependent on my mood, and ambition. Today, you are getting it twice. The words that every married man wants to hear... Wrong context...get yer minds out of the gutter. And now, word regurgitation. So about a year ago, my hubby started meditating. Yeah, I laughed too. My original thought was: Oh God...not this hippy dippy flake-fest. Anything but this. But, he liked it. And it really did seem to lessen his stress levels a bit. It was noticeable enough. But, I was still me. Cynical . A bitch. Then I had the heart attack. And I learned one of the factors was my anxiety. I was actually diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder after speaking with the hospital head-shrinker while being treated for my heart attack. I was leading a life of fear...to quote the lady. She was ridicu...

They Don't All...

...Wear Capes. I can appreciate the upcoming holiday for the most part. I mean, I love my son-and love my daughter. They are by far, the best reason I can think of to carry on-even when life seems long. (which isn't often, to qualify) But, Mother's Day always sparks a bit of melancholy for me. Ok so,  My mom. She's dead. Ok, ok...I am not leaving it there-relax. My mom...who I judge, a lot. Yes, even though she's gone. I still do it. I think of my skills as a mom and hers and think-OFTEN- that...my mom could have done this. She could have accomplished this. She could have been better as far as I am concerned. She left me with so much shit-as you have probably seen in my reading. My neurosis is SO deep. My anxiety, my fear, my negativity, my coldness, my jaded and misanthropic nature, my inability to connect with people, and my anger. The shit. Sometimes I look at her picture on the wall, and I don't feel sad...I feel pissed off. And then guilt becaus...