Yeah: you can judge. I am taking the next couple of weeks off. I am burnt out again. I had a couple of personal hits that I do not wish to discuss. I am getting everything sorted over the next week, and until everything is finalized, I cannot move on. I am sorry.
Yes, I am updating on an off day. I am itching to remind you that the first anewsin Publication “Elaine” comes out Sunday! I hope you like it. I am working towards releasing a teaser for the next release, and will make sure to have that ready by August. It is written by my good friend Hannah, and it is very beautiful and dark and just… I LOVE IT SO MUCH! *insert a bunch of gargling noises of approval here*
I have also updated Patreon to have two new tiers. A $3 offer to receive anewsin Publications (from now on referred to as ansp) early, and a $10 tier for bragging rights. So, please check out my Patreon with an open mind and an open heart.
I have an idea for a digital magazine that would be subscription based. It would take writing from authors and payment would be a percent of the monthly subscription amount. Is there anyone that would be interested in that? E-mail me, and we’ll talk. (it you have better ideas, I’m all ears. I just came up with this idea today)
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TO BE CLEAR: I was informed afterwards that he and his girlfriend are both contributing, but I am too lazy to change the title.
Pat and I go back a very, very, long time. He was in a band that I played a lot of shows with when I was in All Cut Up at “The Parking Lot.”
In fact, he and I have such a long and strange story, it is hard to come up with one story about what to write.
I guess one of the more innocent things we did was that we used to go get soft drinks at a corner store between our houses, sit on parking stones, and discuss our views on society, music, and life. Yeah, that was fun! Let’s talk about that!
Oh, he was also my guitarist while I was in The Twin. I guess that was important. Especially because he, Steve and I created that band out of random jams we had for about five years prior to actually creating the band. It was interesting because we all came from very different influences, but had a mutual respect (mostly) for what everyone was into.
To keep on topic, the first time he came over after I got out of hospital was awkward and hilarious. He came walking into my parents living room about one week after I finally got out of hospital. In a thunderous voice, I said “Well looks who’s finally coming in here- showing off their two legs. Walking and shit.”
Though he laughed, I did not hear from him the next couple of days. I assumed that I offended him in some way- as if he did not know my horrible sense of humour. When I did get through finally, I found out that he had been horribly busy and the furthest thing from offended. In fact: he barely heard what I said. Jokes on me, I guess.
I digress. Pat is one of the few people who understands me on several levels, even though he is somewhat an enigma to me after all of these years.
I have rambled on about him and completely avoided talking about Becca. She is lovely, but I do not have any interesting or hilarious stories about her. Yet.
What I can say is that I have known her for a very long time and I hope that, someday, we will have some sort of interesting story to tell. Maybe something involving offending old people, or tackling people, or making really crude cripple jokes at my expense.
SIDE NOTE; He mentioned the story about dragons, so now I will launch into something completely fictional because I really want to.
It was cold. The trees were all still, as if they were anticipating something. Pat lay in wait for the serpent to fly overhead. It was the season that they were waking from a six month slumber.
“I trained for this…” He repeated this line over and over to himself, trying to psych himself for the task of defence that he has accepted. He knew that he would either survive the onslaught, or die in an anonymous blaze. Other than the other guard, no one knew that he was outside the city boarders.
He blew into his hands, praying that his breath would be enough to warm his hands. His sword was leaning up against the trunk of a tree, ready for a quick retrieval if one was needed. His armour was little more than leather, hastily strewn across his body. He hoped that it would be enough.
Suddenly, the wind picked up. He could hear a low groan pass over the land he was in. A sound similar to a drum being beaten could be heard in the background. It was coming.
Pat grabbed for his sword, checked over his body for weak points, and moved into what he thought was a fighting position. He was far from trained for this; he was far from ready. He had started to sweat though he was chilled to the bone.
The cries become louder and Pat starts to feel his heart racing. He tries to keep his breathing slow, but he can feel his body reject the very notion. He wants to panic. He needs to panic. He will not let it happen.
With a mighty crash, the dragon lands not two hundred feet from Pat. He readies his blade and lets out a mighty scream.
Pat starts to sprint.
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I am releasing “This Does Not Matter” on the 5th of February. Pre-orders are live now, and I am looking into doing a softcover release if I see there is a demand for it.
I would love to expand where the book is available, but I am completely independent with this one. If you know of the link for anything else (like iTunes or Kobo), please leave a link in the comments below.
Also, not that I am expecting much, but if any Publishing Agency is interested in either this work, or my next one, let me know.
I am sorry that this is week four of me not posting what I say I am going to post. I have been a bit more pre-occupied than I thought I would be. I cannot promise next week will be better, but I have ideas if it is not. I can, however, promise that there will not be an update Sunday.
I digress: please consider pre-ordering “This Does Not Matter” or buying it on February 5th!
Hi! I forgot to finish writing the post I intended for tomorrow, and I forgot that I had nothing finished in time. Please allow this post as filler.
I have had a busy couple of weeks. I started reading and re-writing parts of my next book. Hopefully, I will have the fix done in the next couple of days.
I also got a new air cushion for my wheelchair! The basic layout of my seat is four air chambers all with thin wall between them. My last seat had a hole (or something) in the back-right section. They are notorious of falling apart after two years, so I was not surprised. It is kind of strange, I can go days without having to fill it again! How will I ever get my exercise now?!
My mother-in-law is not doing well. I really hope that I do not have to wish her a peaceful rest in the near future. My wife is very stressed, but is handling the situation with incredible grace. I do not envy her position, and I wish her entire family my condolences in this difficult time.
On the obsessive music front: I remembered that I had the Juno soundtrack! I am actually embarrassed how long it has been since I listed to any of these songs. I you know the soundtrack, you are already well aware of how interesting it is. I will not say it is horribly diverse, all of the songs follow a theme, but I will point out how it scratches an itch. It is rare that you can find an album where all the songs share a mood. It is even more rare that you can find a compilation where ever song on a soundtrack scratches the itch for different, yet mature, sounding music.
Or, I am horribly wrong.
Oh! Please consider donating to my Patreon. It can be as cheap, or as expensive, as you wish! I am tossing around reading You’re Not Dead on YouTube as a collection of videos. Let me know if you would be interested in that.
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