Archive for August 21, 2008

Some People Ignore Hints

August 21, 2008

So they need a stomping.

For several consecutive days, I saw this person as one of my Followers. I knew she Didn’t Belong There. For several days running, I’d run the URL for my Twitter Orientation, to try to shake her off. Didn’t work. She finally got the message:

Some people in this world find a little parasitical niche and latch onto it. One of these is anything that, other than sports, has the word “coach” appended to it: Life Coach, Writing Coach, ad nauseum.

I particularly have venom for “writing coaches.” I mean, what the fuck is that? Someone to Ooh and Aah over your worthless shit, purring absolutely false encouragement? Do you really expect someone who’s a coach to one day state, “Hey, you don’t need me anymore!” Suuuure. You can get feedback from anyone who promises to tell you the absolute truth. Because that’s what you need to get your work published: Material that is worth publishing.

What? When your shit gets bounced back time and again, are you going to write to the places that rejected it and say, “But my wriiiiting coach said it was Good Enough!!” Get real! They don’t give a fuck for your writing coach. And if you were stupid enough to mention having one, I hope they put you on the Stupid List. Do you know the Stupid List? It’s the list that’s kept of people deemed so fucking hopeless that when your stuff comes in, it goes right back out again, unread.

The post that elicited her tweet? This one. That is called the fucking Truth.

Here’s a quick way for anyone to tell if they’re a true writer — and I mean as in artist, not non-fiction or other types of writing (which are honorable professions in their own rights, but not anything I’m either interested in nor at all competent to do — see, I don’t kid myself on that point!). Pick up The Outsider by Colin Wilson. Read it. If you don’t see yourself on every — and I mean every — page of that book, get out of the way of those of us who do.

And heed the words of the late Randy Pausch: “The Dreams Will Come To You”

Today’s Must-Read

August 21, 2008


No. I Don’t Know.

August 21, 2008

Today’s Advice For Writers

August 21, 2008

This outburst after I came across like the fifty-thousandth fucking blog via Twitter from someone who put “writer” in his or her description with an URL and the fucking URL leads to a fucking blog where they blog about how they’re not fucking writing!

This is what a writer is like:

In Atlanta, Georgia, he lived in a tar-paper shack lit by a single bulb. He was still trying to write, but the stories kept coming back from the New York magazines and he allowed himself to starve rather than get a regular job, believing that writing would save him, like the deluded hero of Knut Hamsun’s *Hunger*, another favorite novel. Atlanta was the nadir of Bukowski’s time on the road, almost the end of him. Sick with hunger, he wrote to his father asking for money and, after getting a long letter of admonishment by reply, he considered committing suicide by touching a live electric wire. Then he noticed the blank margins on his newspaper and began writing in them. Looking at his life in retrospect, he said this was the moment that proved he was a writer. Although nobody would ever read what he had written, he felt compelled to scribble something.

— Charles Bukowski: Locked in the Arms of a Crazy Life – the biography by Howard Sounes

He was starving and alone and existing in a shack! A shack!

You are sitting in front of a screen, you must have electricity, shelter, not a shack, sufficient food — and you piss the opportunity away.

That is why you are not and never will be a writer!

Gasoline On August 21, 2008

August 21, 2008

Photos taken today, Thursday, August 21, 2008 on Satan Staten Island with the Philips crapcam.

Reminder: I took photos just four days ago. Four days!

A fourteen-cent increase.

Diesel steady at $4.99.

Note: The signs have not yet gotten in sync. But they do!

What the hell is going on here? Fourteen cents?!!?

Let me review all the times I’ve noted the price of gas (Super Unleaded/Premium):

March 15, 2008 – $3.61
May 18, 2008 – $4.25
May 21, 2008 – $4.31
May 26, 2008 – $4.39 (photos begin here)
May 31, 2008 – $4.39
June 8, 2008 – $4.43
June 12, 2008 – $4.51
June 21, 2008 – $4.53
June 28, 2008 – $4.57
July 3, 2008 – $4.59
July 9, 2008 – $4.63
July 27, 2008 – $4.59
July 31, 2008 – $4.53
August 8, 2008 – $4.49
August 13, 2008 – $4.39
August 16, 2008 – $4.35
August 17, 2008 – $4.25
August 21, 2008 $4.39

Note that these are not the days the price changed. These are the days I happened to go by the stations. (There were some consecutive days I went, but not consistently, and I didn’t keep notes. I was interested in the trend.)


Educate yourself!

Previously here:

Gasoline On August 17, 2008
Gasoline On August 16, 2008
Gasoline On August 13, 2008
Gasoline On August 8, 2008
Gasoline On July 31, 2008
Gasoline On July 27, 2008
Gasoline On July 9, 2008
Gasoline On July 3, 2008
Gasoline On June 28, 2008
Gasoline On June 21, 2008
Gasoline On June 12, 2008
Gasoline On June 8, 2008
Gasoline On May 31, 2008
Gasoline On May 26, 2008
Gasoline On May 21, 2008
Gasoline On May 18, 2008
Gasoline On March 15, 2008
Oh. My. God.

Short Film: The Grand Inquisitor

August 21, 2008

I got today’s creep-out for you!

I was trawling through Twitter for more victims interesting people to Follow and somehow wound up at one profile that contained a link to … something.

It turned out to be a short film called The Grand Inquisitor.

I wound up not at the movie’s website (above link) but at the Undergroundfilm page for it.

I figured, eh, let’s watch.

But first I made a mistake: I read the description. Why do I do that to myself? Really, the best way to come to anything — book, movie, TV program — is cold.

So, I sinned.

But the description interested me, so I gave it a shot.

As soon as the music began, I knew it was going to be worthwhile. Music is often a good tell. If they spend some money on that, and it sounds good, that’s a sign.

And I was right. This little film creeped the hell out of me.

Just a few minutes in, I already knew most of what was going to happen, but the ending surprised me.

It stars, as you can see above, Marsha Hunt and Leah Dashe. Written and directed by Eddie Muller.

Excellent work!

My screensnaps are blurry because I was viewing the low-speed version doubled in size, to prevent skipping (rot in hell again, Microsoft!). It will look better on your machine.

Go see it!

My Stomach Curled Up On Me Reading This

August 21, 2008

And I don’t mean in a comfy way.

Second Novel Blues

No, no quote. It’s short. Go read. Especially all writers!

I had something kinda sorta like that happen to me — a monetary figure was mentioned. It turned out my agent — ex-fucking-agent — didn’t know shit.

Which is why I will never ever again have an agent.

Note To Self: Does NYPL Have Cops?

August 21, 2008

This came over Twitter via Drudge Report and my eyes bulged:

And yes, it’s frikkin true!

Book Her, Dan-O
Wisconsin woman, 20, arrested for two overdue library volumes

I mean, WTF?!

We have an Administration that has violated the law, the Constitution, and every benchmark of common sense — if not sanity — and we have police arresting a girl who works two jobs and never got around to setting her library fines straight?!!?

Is there anyone in charge of things in this country who can still fucking think?!!?

Previously here:

I’ll Have To Surrender My Frikkin Spleen

Transcript: Gischler Vs. Smith Live On Twitter!

August 21, 2008

They go at each other every chance they get! People run and hide when they appear on Twitter! Even the people who don’t Follow them!

In one corner: Writer Victor Gischler (Gischler).

In the other: Writer Anthony Neil Smith (docnoir).

Luckily, their good mutual friend Emerson LaSalle can calm them down!

What Do You Use For Writing?

August 21, 2008

Blog Book Tours: Thursday – Writing Tool of the Day

I don’t think anything has changed the regularity and consistency of my writing quite as much as my Alphasmart. Like most owners, I fondly refer to him as Alphie.

Wow. I haven’t heard of AlphaSmart in a long time. In fact, I thought they’d gone under after putting out a model running Palm OS!

Go chime in over at Blog Book Tours!

By the way, from time to time I’ve asked published writers this question at signings. They look at me as if I had a second head. But then, I’m used to that look from everyone.