This is my first blog entry in like a hot minute so please excuse me if I am a little rusty. And I am not talking about a rusty trombone, although I did play one like a bad mother lover in high school..not that you pervert. I was literally in the trombone section, and the instrument I was given was a rusty POS.
Rusty Bellies, the point where all this rusty business is going, was a really nice place to eat in Tarpon Springs. It was Thursday evening, all the seniors were out (isn't that what Southern Florida is?) in numbers. Being that there were no phillies in the crowd, my mind raced and paced and panted and twerked, back and forth over and over again trying to figure out where to go with this damn second novel.
I tell you, the son of a bitch has been maddening. I do not wish being a writer upon anyone. It is torturous, trying to keep story lines coherent and your voice interesting all while trying to appeal to some retard you don't even know.
I will get the book done shortly, that I promise. I will also be releasing an audio book on-line soon. That is for the lazy motherfuckers who don't like to read or can't read good or for the people who just have too much money and they want to support a brother's cause.
I am also toying with an idea, which involves a lot of bicycling....It's called a book tour, yeah, even gypsy writers got to get the word out. These things don't just market themselves. You actally have to do something!
I might be making my great bicycle trek sooner than I had anticipated. That is all for now.
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