Publish And Perish
They said it was easy.
They said it was easy.
I hate Goodreads – the literary social network that, on the surface, is dedicated to connecting readers with books but, in reality, is just a marketing/clickbait/username farm for Amazon (which wholly owns the site). Not that there’s anything wrong with Amazon ruling our lives! But that’s a conversation for another post. Today, I want to […]
Top ten things I wish I had included in the stupid memoir about my evil family and my fucked up life after I had them all killed:
I’ve finished a 380 page memoir about my family. I didn’t plan on that… The original plan was to write a 100 page “memoir” that, primarily, answered the one big question — what the fuck was up with your parents, Nacho? Initially, I did write this 100 page version. A sort of outline of what […]
A House in Taos — poetry. Something Popped in my Lower Abdomen when I Was Peeing Just Then — memoir Remind Me Not to Kill Again — thriller It’s Not My Blood — memoir/family stories The Overt Shenanigan — collected essays I Seriously Can’t Spell Convenience. Like, Even When You Spell It for Me — […]
I suppose we’ve all been following this Kindle bullshit, right? If not, you can go read this article, and this one has a roundup of what the media’s been reporting. You owe it to yourself – assuming you possess at least some level of intelligence – to study this development. It’s important. It can hurt […]
My old college buddy James showed up with a grocery bag full of those little travel bottles of vodka. I was on a forced writing holiday – five days away from my thankless, low-paying day job to focus on the Greatsociety book I was foolishly going to flog for the tenth anniversary. I’d spent four […]
A gripping drama coming to a theater near you! 90 seconds of hardcore sex with porn starlet Evelyn Lin!
Last weekend was long and exciting. One of those journey of discovery weekends where I hit upon life changing revelations such as: “I’m not able to stay up till 5am three nights in a row and drink two bottles of scotch each day.”
The challenge: I produce a completed and somewhat serviceable novel by December 15th. The challengers: My old college buddy James and his unborn baby (due on or about the 15th). The rules: I can’t share anything I write, and it has to be completed before the baby is born.