E40 Says I Should Meet the Mailman

Had Tuesday and Wednesday off this week, as usual, and didn't do much at all.  Didn't write.  Didn't look for work.  Didn't go to Broken Mic.

I played hide-and-seek, made cookies and sat with my wife watching TV.  I don't do that enough.

Going to be a notable March for Bright Hub and I.  I have six assignments and each one was my suggestion.  My first deadline is March 1st, so I need to get down to business.  Just don't feel like it yet.

I badly need to work on something creative, yet I feel the pressure to make it something awesome.  I can't write "okay".  It must be huge and successful.  Hard to get rolling on something like that.

Resisting the urge to play a mindless free video game because it's easy.  Not resisting well.

I need to put together something for The Penalty Flag, but I'm feeling like E40: I don't free-style, man.  I don't rhyme for free.  Pay-style only.  

They never promised pay until I struck a bunch of page views.  The newness has worn off.

Not sure what I'm saying here except what I feel.  I need a stroke of luck.  I'm feeling flat.

"The Cheshire House" is Open for Business

Just this moment my 6000 word erotic story is available at Smashwords.com.  Only 99 cents.  If you're a friend and you know it, contact me and I'll get you a coupon code.  Have a sultry Valentine's Day.

The Cheshire House

For the first time in nearly a year, I'm publishing an ebook.

The Cheshire House

A photographer and his boss sneak into the mansion of “the Oprah of Sex” hunting for her secrets. He would follow her anywhere, especially through a steaming jungle garden into a palace of pleasure. He's seen things done here. Dirty things. Luscious things. Things caught on video. Maybe, oh maybe, some of them can happen to him.

For adults only.  Originally this was a submission for Pavarti K Tyler's Penny-A-Page erotica compilation.  That project has failed to come together so I decided to publish it at Smashwords.

I'll have it out in time for Valentine's Day.

Irreverent?

What would you expect?

All I Wanted was a Burrito that was Neato

Another good time at Broken Mic.  

Highlight of the evening: during "Ode to Hate" a woman dressed in pink stepped in the back door of Neato Burrito to find a rowdy mob of poets shouting "slit your throat with it and use the hole as a piss-pot".  I didn't know Growling Joe, but I think he'd be glad.

I've been wondering how to celebrate Broken Mic in verse.  I think her story might be part of it.  I'm letting that rattle around my brain a while first.

I wrote about my Post Super Bowl Depression for The Penalty Flag.  Soon after the final play, I'm struck with the realization it will be a long time until the next NFL game.

I wrote about Famous African Americans of the Revolutionary War Era for Bright Hub.  I had free reign on the subject of Black historical figures.  I chose to focus on the Revolutionary War era because the Civil War and Civil Rights Movement are more commonly covered.  Many of the people I researched were new to me.

I didn't pass my Write.com Top Tier Writing test.  Don't know why.  I wrote a fine short essay for them.  I was hoping to find a place were I could pick and choose jobs for freelance pay.  Well, screw them.  I don't really think I want to churn out essays for $11 a pop.  It is better than not making $11 though.

So, I see two paths:

#1 Get back in school.  My goal is to work from home in a creative field.  My education is old-fashioned.  I need to learn some things to make that happen.  I need to talk with a counsellor who can advise me on career paths, education choices and financial aid.

#2 Get serious as an artist.  More serious.  And willful.  I am Davey the Indestructible.  I will accomplish my goals.  I am a creative beast who will not be stopped.  Learning from my experience in ebook publishing, I will focus on short pieces I can sell for 99 cents and will find my audience.  I will encourage my wife to produce more art and get it sold.

My time is limited and valuable.  No more chasing cheap jobs.  No more writing short audition pieces for people who never respond.  Wasted time.

"The Cheshire House" is coming out shortly.  99 cent erotica.  If that catches fire, I'll stay with it.

Already, all my Smashwords stuff is 99 cents.  If you ask nice, I'll make it free for you.

Above all, I need your support.  It's a digital word-of-mouth business.  If you've ever liked something you've read from me, tell someone.  I'll appreciate it.