And, now, for some stream of consciousness. I must be conscious, because I am putting words on a “page”…
Ever since I started this blog—because someone suggested that a blog would help sell my trash fiction, which it hasn’t—I have felt obligated to post something each day, in case somewhere in the world, some poor soul with nothing better to do might want to read something witty or worthless, to take his or her mind off all the troubles of the day, big or small, at home or abroad. Some days, I offer a link to something worthwhile—of course, written by someone talented. There are a few regular favorites, some humorous, some intelligent, and some both: Borowitz, Collins, Jenkins, Non Sequitur, and so on. If I like and respect them, then everyone should. Duh!
Today, when thinking about what to write, I could find nothing to offer the world…except my thoughts, as I was trying to take a nap. I have found that a nap is a good way to waste time, when I can think of nothing better to do or as an excuse to avoid things I could do. Ronald Reagan took naps and look at all the damage he did. This line of thinking led me to consider what I should be doing. At the highest level of consciousness, I realised that the only thing required of me—as a human being—is to eat and sleep. I have fulfilled my purpose on this earth by reproducing two fine children, who are attractive, intelligent, and good humans. I have no other purpose.
Because of that, there is no crime in taking a nap…whenever I want. As far as the eating part goes, I am lucky. When I consider the fate of overweight Americans, I know that there but a good metabolism go I. At times, I will eat an entire bag of potato chips or a pint of ice cream. The appealing flavor helps me to understand why folks put on pounds: it tastes good, therefore I eat. Self-discipline—which I have—is not at issue, it’s metabolism. Either one puts on weight or one does not. I am lucky.
So, I can eat and sleep all I like, being content that I am harming no one and not avoiding any useful purpose. That’s what I call a good life. The only aggravation comes at the times when I am foolish enough to flip through the news channels and pause at Fox News or glance at the headlines on Salon, which scream about the idiots on the right side of the political spectrum. And, believe me, these people are evil idiots.
Which reminds me to finalize my next trash novel, in which some bad folks play a role. I have written a rough draft, but can’t find the needed motivation to finish the damn thing and share it with the world…which is not interested in another trash novel…
I found this illustrating an English “newspaper” article about the current wave of young citizens flocking to fight in Syria. I was not sure if this is real or ironic...or both.
Anyone suffering from extreme boredom or with enough time to waste on such foolishness, will have noticed the change of photo on the main page.
The text mentions a few ideal spots to enjoy a good book--or one one mine. The photo adds another: a house or apartment or village bench with view of a mountain lake, in they case Lake Como, Italy.
Read An Ebook Week runs from March 2 through March 8.
I do not know who had this idea, but was notified by my publisher. During this week, my books are available at 50% off. This reduces the excuse not to buy one of my ebooks by half.
Tell all your friends...if you have any you are not afraid of losing. Here'e the link, to save time looking':
Anyone owning Apple stock should be pleased. I have boosted their annual turnover by a significant margin. I bought five (5) photo books, with several additional pages. That adds up.
The thing is, I have so many photos, and they seem to disappear into the hard drive. Best of all, these books make excellent Christmas presents. I will be a hero, because I produced something surprising and useful. They are far better and more long-lasting than some branded product, which will go out of fashion or break. Books are enduring, whereas computer hard drives have been known to fail.
Years from now, someone might look at the book and think of me. I created not only a fine Christmas present but also a monument...
Those of you with greater power of observation than a blind person will have noticed that I changed the photo on the title page. (I’ll pause a moment, while you look...)
Winter has arrived, more or less. I recall cold weather starting around late October and running until April. In this part of Germany, the weather remains damp and cool (not unlike much of summer), despite the calendar suggesting that cold temperature should occur. Therefore, I felt that a winter-themed photo might be appropriate. Perhaps, this will cause someone to follow the finely crafted words below the photo, which suggest enjoying (after purchasing) one of my trash novels in front of a fire.
Speaking of novels, I recalled a few moments ago the first sentence of the first book I attempted: The heat of the sauna felt good after an afternoon of raking leaves. I raked leaves this afternoon, and I enjoyed a sauna. This sentence did not make the cut and did not appear in what ultimately became fLying’s easy. Still, I like the words and the memories.
One of my favorite authors is John Le Carré. Of his 21 (I think) novels, my favorite is Honourable Schoolboy, followed by Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and Smiley’s People, which are also sold as a trilogy titled Karla versus Smiley (which is the publisher’s method to get people to buy the same book twice...which I did.).
I was reminded of this as I watched the British television adaptation of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy with Alec Guinness. This is an excellent and credible production. There has been a recent movie version, which prejudice tells me will not be as credible.
Perhaps, my liking is a generational thing. Young folks might not like these books as much, because they did not live through the times or have a connection with the events. The television adaptation was produced closer to the “actual” events, so the scenes were realistic or, at least, believable. I imagine that the movie folks would be less likely to capture the feel and look of the times, believing that audiences would not know the difference. After all, they filmed a Civil War movie in Romania.
This revulsion to lack of credibility explains my rejection of the new Great Gatsby and Moulin Rouge, to name just two make-overs. Neither captured the feel of the period, as I interpret it from photos and books. I demand realism, plausibility, and credibility in books and films. Unless it’s a cartoon...
Every time I enter a bookstore, I have the same thought: the last thing this world needs is another book. And then, I wonder why anyone would want to read mine (if anyone even knew of their existence).
But, people keep churning out books to fill the shelves of bookshops and computers of ebook publishers. At some point in human history, I imagine the number of books will equal the number of people.
Despite knowing that my books will have little demand (unless I spend money on advertising), I continue to write what many would label as Trash Novels. The objective is not sales: I enjoy the process and it keeps my brain chugging along at higher paces than watching reality television shows would. Some might call this “self-indulgence”, because my pleasure is more important than other people’s approval.
I knew this...
A headline from Salon:
Study: Reading novels makes us better thinkers
New research says reading literary fiction helps people embrace
ambiguous ideas and avoid snap judgments
So, buy my novels and become a better thinker!
There is no excuse for procrastination (Why do today, what can be put off until tomorrow?), but many reasons can be found.
It’s probably a good thing that my novels are needless, because I have been forced by circumstances to put the next one on hold. I have not written or revised a word in weeks. Although the first draft has been written and waiting for attention for years, many rewrites and revisions are needed. Time and concentration are required, even for mediocre works, and neither are available to me.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.