A word of warning!!!
Yesterday at the meeting (not AA) we were given a warning not to post weird shit on our blogs. Like personal stuff. Like our addresses, our kids' names, things that could lead people to our doors.
Hmm.
Since I use this as a sounding board and a rant reliever and a thought provoker, I'm not sure I can write anything else any more.
Should I stick to writing about writing?
I don't think I can.
I've about covered just about everything anybody could want to hear or anything I felt strong enough about to have other people read.
Do you want to read about how difficult it is for me to get time to write? Or how I don't seem to care much any more because I didn't sell Carly's story yet? How I loved that story and they didn't want to risk buying another contemporary? Or if that was really the reason?
Disheartened. Yeah, you could say that. But then, I'm not the only one. I have to start all over again, only this time I have two books to my credit. If I've sold enough of them, it will be easier for someone else to take me on. If my sales numbers were poor, well, I'm just as dead in the water as every other first timer.
That's how this works. It's all numbers.
Herb was blaring the stereo phonograph downstairs. He was playing the soundtrack from the musical HAIR. What struck me was that none of the sentiment or words was any different. Nothing has changed. We're still in a stupid war. People still don't want to go and fight, only the venue has changed. As the war drags on, it will be harder and harder to find people willing to enlist. The draft is right around the corner and I have nephews, three of them, who are of draft age.
As I listened to the music drifting up through the floor, I realized that I still have that same feeling. You go to war, you die. Jesus, Lord, after all these years, I can't shake that feeling. Though most of the boys I knew who went across the pond came back with their stories of blood and gore and horror, they came back. But there were some who didn't and I knew them and mourned for them, too. I mourn still.
No woman would subject the young people of an entire country to have to suffer through this again.
I know it.
Hmm.
Since I use this as a sounding board and a rant reliever and a thought provoker, I'm not sure I can write anything else any more.
Should I stick to writing about writing?
I don't think I can.
I've about covered just about everything anybody could want to hear or anything I felt strong enough about to have other people read.
Do you want to read about how difficult it is for me to get time to write? Or how I don't seem to care much any more because I didn't sell Carly's story yet? How I loved that story and they didn't want to risk buying another contemporary? Or if that was really the reason?
Disheartened. Yeah, you could say that. But then, I'm not the only one. I have to start all over again, only this time I have two books to my credit. If I've sold enough of them, it will be easier for someone else to take me on. If my sales numbers were poor, well, I'm just as dead in the water as every other first timer.
That's how this works. It's all numbers.
Herb was blaring the stereo phonograph downstairs. He was playing the soundtrack from the musical HAIR. What struck me was that none of the sentiment or words was any different. Nothing has changed. We're still in a stupid war. People still don't want to go and fight, only the venue has changed. As the war drags on, it will be harder and harder to find people willing to enlist. The draft is right around the corner and I have nephews, three of them, who are of draft age.
As I listened to the music drifting up through the floor, I realized that I still have that same feeling. You go to war, you die. Jesus, Lord, after all these years, I can't shake that feeling. Though most of the boys I knew who went across the pond came back with their stories of blood and gore and horror, they came back. But there were some who didn't and I knew them and mourned for them, too. I mourn still.
No woman would subject the young people of an entire country to have to suffer through this again.
I know it.
