Between microsoft spamming me every time I click onto on of its stories on my home page, to Google with its brainfarts whenever I try to post a picture on my blog--this Windows way wants to make me break Windows.
I want a Mac!
But who can afford one.
So, unable to put up pictures, I am forced to just blog...And even here, I'm no sure if anything will go through.
Today's blog will deal with the trickster god that is forever in the background of our serious writing.
We mean to get our chapters right, we mean to be serious, committed writers.
But the trickster god of writing seems to always distract us.
Put us off on a Harlequin.
My intention today was to write about the need to stop uh, "jacking-off" in our writing, to write with a purpose, to write with the intention of selling.
But no. The Trickster god comes up. He wants me to write about Mexico and the travels there.
"Write about the time the sand fleas almost kicked you out of your bed. The night they almost kicked you to death.
Or write about the apothecary-philosopher, Dr. Olsina, who says the Aztecs were more up-front with their human sacrifice than we are over here with our soldiers.
And yet the manuscript sits moldering in its drawer.
So easy to blog.
So hard to market.
I had lunch yesterday with an editor. It did not go well.
The pub was noisy, and though the food was good, there was a certain seediness to the place neither of us were comfortable with.
And then I had to go off on conspiracy web sites, some of whose assertions made even my seasoned editor blanch. "You mean they were responsible for the 911 bombing. Preposterous."
I had only been echoing he assertions of a site called Killtown, and it has some way-out contributors
"You are losing your marbles, Ivan," the editor was saying. "You are too frustrated over the commercial non-success of your novels. You gotta do a switcheroo. Switch mediums. Go into television, film."
Well folks, I am going into television and film.
I mean, I have exhausted this novel thing.
Successful people finish things.
I hope I can finish his film I'm working on.
I am tired of Google wrecking all my blogs.
Do the demolition job myself, I think
Film, I say.
Not flim-flam. :)