It’s no secret I’m a writer–an author several times over for poetry, short stories & creative non-fiction—and I hope one day to make a career of it. It’s a career already in the sense I spend anywhere from 4-12 hours every day first creating, then formatting, and then promoting my work, but it isn’t a career in the sense I make absolutely zero dollars at it. (having looked up the definition of career, I can say this with absolute certainty) And dollars and a certain amount of pie in the sky, stick-to-it-tiveness are needed for expenses such as these:
As you can see, the skittles supply is dangerously low, and it’s a known fact that writers cannot survive without green skittles.
mistakenly wandered in, thinking this was a math equation
Now where was I…oh right. Less a writing career than a writing arrear when I factor in the man hours & overhead costs bigger than baseball caps. Yes, blogging is fun, sure interacting with fellow bloggers is stimulating, but the CHATTER was always intended to be a commercial site (for my written works) and having wearied of the cat & mouse of submitting to publishing houses with little more credibility than cereal box copy editors, I went ahead and published a couple short stories on my own. Well, with the help of an excessively large woman of generic moniker aka: Amazon.
She looks a lil’ ruff in the mornings…
As an experiment as much as anything–to see how this end of it plays out–and though it’s incredibly early days for it all, I am announcing these shorts in preference to other culottes, and hoping you’ll come by my bare-bones Author page on Amazon. Kinda’ like attending a housewarming party before the furniture arrives, it’d be faboo if you felt sufficiently intrigued to purchase the fictions, and barring that would create a cage, but that’s besides the point. There’s myriad ways to show support without shelling out clams, though clicking the FB LIKE widget is the only myriad way that comes to mind just now…well, that and sharing the URL on any of the social networks. That’s prolly the biggest way a person could help.
Really? It doesn’t totally suck, you say? Well, I’ll have to check it out!
Since facebook restructured its newstream, virtually no one sees your posts unless you pay to sponsor them, and I’m not just running out of wherewithal to do that—I’m sprinting! I’m so in the red, Loreal has developed a lipstick shade called: Charred Charron, so sharing is key! And nice, besides, and I am always willing to help out a fellow aspirant on their journey up the ladder, too. Especially if they’ll clean the rain gutters when they’re up there, and take down the twinkle lights. But enough preamble about my rambles. Let’s go ahead and peek at those bad boys!
Bad girl goes good–and then bad again–exchanging Hail Marys for Happy Hours, and piety for pilsner in a month of equalizing Sundays.
Set against the backdrop of a strip club on Halloween, this urban fantasy pokes good-natured fun at the trends of today’s society, while skirting the more serious issues of outsourced & obsolete American workers.
A short fiction looks at the lighter side of religion and X’s and O’s. Basically a tic-tac-toe of chemistry, agendas & revival…
Jump down the rabbit hole–fall through a GUI–become the avatar you seem to be & join Link on a trip to Cyberland. Plenty of digitally generated shenanigans & reasons to upgrade, this Window between worlds has Gates stamped all over it…