Pi Day and Mild Regrets

HAPPY PI DAY!

It’s a not-real holiday, so if you were out of the loop: you’re forgiven. However! It is the most important date of the year!
(For those who never payed attention in secondary school math, PI is the ratio representing the circumference of a circle. The actual number is infinite, but the first few digits are 3.14)

Now that I have made you feel bad for not celebrating the most interesting ratio in modern mathematics, let’s talk about my regret!

I got the final numbers for the first month of my book being out. I have sold 5 copies. I kind of blame myself for continuing with the title “You’re Not Dead” because now I am wondering if people think that it is the same book.

If you are one of those people: IT’S NOT THE SAME BOOK. I mean, the physical copies even have a different cover! Kind of. They are black and they don’t have “story of a boy” on them, BUT THAT’S CHANGE!

I’m not sure how I would have changed it, anyway. I have decided to go along with my second book, just giving myself a couple of weeks to get back to writing. I still think You’re Not Dead may wind up being one of the best things I write for a while.

I find it sad how often in art that the first project is the best. I realize, as I type, that this case is limited. It does happen, however. I couldn’t express how many first albums are my favourite in a bands discography. Maybe I am equating sequels as equal to stand-alone and separate works. I abdicate that is not fair.

New Patreon Tier

I have included a $4 a month section to purchase ad space on my blog. This means that I will leave a link on every post that month to your thing — whether it be a blog, product, or otherwise.

I am not beyond doing link-for-link, but this is a great way to get your name out there for very little money!

THE PATREON PAGE IS HERE,

The Good Place

My wife and I have been making our way through The Good Place for the second-ish time. I say “ish” because we saw the first season about five times before the second and third came to Netflix. We love this show for many reasons, but I know that I am drawn to it through its mockery of moral philosophy and the people who wrote papers on the subject.

I am in no way a philosophy learned person. I am, however, drawn to the quandaries they present. Especially when faced head on with questions that may come up in the common day to day. The Good Place does that bit perfectly. It is the opposite of preachy, and just poignant enough to be deep.

It got me wondering where I would wind up. Without spoiling the show, the good place and bad place are what they sound like: places for your “soul” to end up after you leave this mortal coil. Looking back at my life, I can say with great confidence that I have no clue where I would end up.

It raises the question that because I am even asking the question of how things would end up, is that actually a negative trait or a positive one? Is it selfish to dilute actions without taking into consideration intentions and mitigating factors?

The very concept that we have papers and books and essays written on the topics of moral decisions, would they even matter in the grander scheme?

Then, I got wondering if “The Good Place” is really just something we do to ourselves? If our actions and self-punishment is potentially worse than any scripture or text could ever predict?

It’s very possible, in my mind, that we create our own heaven and hell. The way that we perceive our actions today dictates how pleasant our today is. To assume that we are going to be tormented for all time for something I do today is a bit, well, silly. There is a good chance that our own self aware mind is punishment enough.

I have toucher’d and tormented myself for things I have done over the last 30 years. Some of them, I should really get over and accept that either it was situational or an accident. Some things I am so ashamed that I have ever considered. Some things only I see as horrible because I know the motivation behind it.

Maybe, we’re all Good.
Maybe, none of it matters in the long run.

That brings me to a mild and brief explanation of my view: nothing matters. What matters is making now great. Now, does that mean live in extravagance? Look at it this way: is what you’re doing now hurting you later? That’s more what I think about when I say “nothing matters”. Now is all that you can admit to ever experiencing, so why not make now better?

On this topic, amazon.ca and amazon.co.uk have fully updated my book release to the newest version. amazon.com is giving me a world of grief, but I have been informed there is NOTHING I can do. As soon as I see this rectified, I will make sure to post something about it.

In the meantime, the Friessen Press bookstore continues to be the more reliable way if you want to pick up your copy. Unfortunately, I have no information on how their digital copies hold up, but hardcover and softcover? Unmatched, somehow. They do printing in the states, the UK, and Canada, and they do individual orders. And, for full transparency, they are the best for me. Just saying.

I Might Scrap my Latest

I started writing a new book about mid February. I thought that I really liked the concept, and I thought it gave me a tonne of room to flex creative muscles and to pad out a world.

I wrote for about three hours, then realized that I had found the natural conclusion.

Three hours doesn’t sound like a long time, not even to me. The amount of time I placed into the book does not illustrate any sort of urgency to get something new out, and I know that if I pushed harder, I could write something fantastic. That doesn’t change my feeling that I should scrap it and move on.

Only 5000-ish words in and I could finish it. That’s sad. My last book was over 100,000 words. My goal this time was to break 200,000 words.

The concept was fun, yet horrible (in my usual fashion). It is about a guy who thinks he is invincible, and a reporter detecting various events in his life trying to either prove or disprove his feelings. I wrote up two different events, then realized that I was kind of done.

On that note, it’s very much a first draft. I expect that I could make it 6000 words. Going any further with the story how it is will feel like I’m just wasting your time. I might keep it in a folder and write a couple of more stories. Kind of make it like I did You’re Not Dead. I’ll keep everyone posted.

Side note: My wife and I started watching “Imposters” on Netflix. It’s very good, highly recommended if you are into con stuff in the same vain as the Ocean’s 11 remake. It has it’s moments of melodrama, but they don’t detract from the overall enjoyment.

I didn’t write today…

I was far too tired to write. In fact, this is the first the I have written all day, minus a FaceBook status where people commented for me to list songs that reminded me of them. That was fun, and I am sorry to the five people that I didn’t post anything for. Don’t take it personally.

Anyway, I didn’t write physically, but I did compose an ending for my next book! It’s different for me! No one dies!

Kind of.

Well, you’ll see what I mean next year.

OH! I have a timeline ending next year for this project. My plan is to average 500-1000 words a day, and I have almost hit it every day. I put a range because of days like today, where my brain will not co-operate and my hands feel like they are full of cement. It’s fuckin’ weird.

Anyway, I just felt like doing a short update to keep everyone informed.

Virgin

I just received a rather sharp kick to the nuts. Apparently, I shouldn’t have ventured into the world of self publishing if I wanted to be represented. Or, I should at least have my next story ready.

This came from me asking for representation from an organization that I won’t name for privacy reasons. The proclaimed that jumping onto a project that has already been published will not pan out for them or the writer. Apparently the book industry would rather an untested manuscript over one that has even pretended to see the light of day.

I find this both depressing and illuminating. I was under the impression that it would be better for everyone involved if I jumpstarted the distribution of my “work” and started to make a name for myself. That would create less work for both publishers and agencies because, again my thinking, I would already have a minor audience. It would show my dedication to the craft.

HOWEVER.

Since that is not the case, I will not be releasing my next work when it is done without an actual publisher behind it.

I love the people at Friessen Press. They have done great work for me, and helped me to realize a new passion. They have the tools and the connections to help me realize a new way to express myself. Unfortunately, I have to use their connections and go into that realm myself. By that, I mean that they give me the e-mails and phone numbers for connections, and it’s up to me to make it happen.

Now, in theory, this is a fantastic way of doing things. The big downside is that I am learning as I go naked into this world of writing. I have learned so many things, am still learning so many things, and don’t know that I have missed an avenue to explore until it is too late. As I mentioned in my last post, I am working on a new project. Since it is still in a very unexplored stage, I am not going to divulge what it’s about. I will say that I am about 4000 words into it (not 10 pages) and it’s going very well!

If you want your name in the thank-you portion, please consider giving to my Patreon. Even a donation of $1 a month will mean you’re listed.

Yet another request

I have started a new writing project!

This one is more straight forward and linear. It will probably take a year or so to complete, but I like the idea that I have, and I am very excited to complete it.

If you would like to have your name in the Thank-You section, please consider giving to my Patreon. Even a dollar a month will put you on the last page. So, if you ever wanted your name in print, this is a way to do it!

On a side note, You’re Not Dead is available! Please consider buying a copy, and if you reach out with a picture of your copy, I will publish it with a thank you to the public! Hell, I want to see the copy even if you don’t want me to publicize the picture! Let me know what you think! Let me know what your friends think! I am very happy with the way it turned out.

Be Socially Awkward

Hi! Hello.

FUCKING HI!

Yeah. Big surprise! I like being socially awkward. Why? Because it keeps things interesting! I enjoy seeing how other people will react to me saying an off-colour joke or being too loud in a library.

From what I can see, there are four kinds of people:..
well, more than four kinds. But, this is observation, and I am too lazy to dive into every GD personality type!

There are people who shy away from your actions. The people who either cover everything up OR they try to silence you. They are the ones who take a few moments to figure out how to best do something the first time. They are (overly) conscious of everything they say, and actively get offended on other peoples behalf for ever thing said.

Then, there are the people (like me) who don’t care what they say. There is never malice behind what they say, but they do take some form of sick satisfaction from watching the other group cringe. Usually, they say the wrong things on purpose to prove the point that the true basis for the hatred of topics or terms is just as offensive as saying them.

Then, there are the bigots. Those who say stupid shit because they are trying to be funny. Also in this classification are those who say things to hurt other people. I have little respect for them (yes, I do see the irony) and I have a hard time understanding how people like this can still exist.

The fourth category is the most unfortunate. Those who say something with no intent to offend anyone, but they say egregious things that get them into trouble. Listening to someone from this category is an exercise in schadenfreude.

Being socially awkward is more than just being offensive, and that’s where people seem to fall a bit off the mark. Being socially awkward, to me, is bending expectations and unspoken laws of normality. Pointing out flaws in your person to a group of people who don’t know you? That can create the most fantastic miasma of groans that can never be expressed in text.

The hardest part, for me, is letting people who don’t know me well that I am joking around. There is nothing worse than pointing out that I’m in a wheelchair to have it followed by dismissive comments about how other’s have it worse or things of-the-like. Even worse than that is when someone piggy-backs off my statement and follows it up with something actually offensive. Just because the cripple said something detrimental to some cause does not give an able a pass on stupid.

How Long?!

I have been doing this for just shy of five years. I will be making a proper declaration at that time, but I just wanted to say that I am disappointed with myself. Also, incredibly proud of myself!

Let’s start by talking about the disappointment. I have done 340 posts or so, but I think it would have been cooler if I was about to hit 500! I realize that it is unreasonable to believe that I could have hit that, given my update schedule was weekly for two years and monthly just prior to that. I think that my less than 400 posts in that short time is very fair, but it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing how badass it would have been to hit that number at the same time as five years! I’m just daydreaming, don’t mind me!

Now, for the pride. The fact that I have been doing this of my own volition for this long makes me very proud. I have done bands for longer than five years, but I was influenced/motivated by others to do so. I loved it, don’t read too far into it the wrong way. I still got motivation from outside sources and from the instant (and very obvious) appraisal.

Writing is far from instant. It can be weeks before I hear anything, and in the case of books, literal months. I write both the blogs and books for me first. I like what I’m writing and I like the voice that I write in. I find it entertaining, and I hope the readers do as well!

Patreon support has been fantastic, and much needed. I make sure to give every one of them a shoutout in my book (as of date of publication) and will do so in the event of the next one. For those of you who have donated, please expect the next anewsinPublication on the first. I am excited about this one. Not that I think any are particularly bad, but some I do tend to get attached to.

Let’s get awkward…

There is something that I haven’t voiced on this blog. Or, at least not in a long time. My friend’s significant other gave birth to a beautiful set of twins on my birthday. What year? The same birthday that they pulled the life support from me and I was expected to die (2013). Needless to say, I never forget how old they are.

I don’t really have much of a blog post to put here, except that I was thinking about it earlier and I felt that I had to share it. Fuck knows my wife is probably sick of me telling her over and over again, so now YOU poor people get to deal with this bit of information.

I just think it a bit of fun trivia. It doesn’t explain reincarnation or the like because I didn’t die. You would think that there would be horrible memories tied to their existence, but quite the opposite. I am happy to share a birthday with them, and extremely proud to have them in my circle. I think my friend is a fantastic father. I’d be remised for not adding that I never pictured him as a father, but that’s a story for another day.

So, that’s your bit of shinfo for the day.

OH! Air cushions are still the worst. I’m sitting here in INCREDIBLE pain and discomfort. I have used so many patches and so much duct tape fixing small holes that keep appearing, but somehow I always miss one or five.

I cannot comment on all air cushions, but this one is split into four quadrants. It makes it easy to estimate where holes are, because just that area is affected. HOWEVER! If it isn’t totally visible, life is lived constantly trying to keep up with inflating and shifting air around the structure. Thank fuck I’m patient and not one to complain offline.

Two more pieces of information shat don’t matter! I hit 150 followers the other day! I’m sure that most of them are advertising and hopes for a follow-for-follow, but I still did it!

And, finally, a reminder that I have a book available! You can buy it here, it is on Amazon, but I’m not going to make that post easy because they are weird about listing that shit. Also, it’s a huge re-write of You’re Not Dead, plus all the anewsinPublishing stuff I had written up to the point of publication! New, sexy, black cover on physical versions. Significantly longer, but not too long to be daunting. GRAH I love it so. I’m just really bad at advertising, so if you wouldn’t mind telling anyone who would be interested about it, that would be nifty!