Ok. The week has been hard and my girlfriend that left me when I moved down here to go to school has gotten married to one of my old best friends. Fuck this is BULLSHIT!!!! I can't believe that they actually wanted me to go to the damn wedding too. I guess that I could be happy for them but it feels like I've been wrung out after being shit on. I did happen to get a 99% on my pro tools certification in school though so that makes me happy. Alright I am signing off. Take care everyone out there and have a great week. I hope.
However, if you're seriously considering publishing your work, I would suggest going through a professional agency rather than doing it yourself just so that your book can get out to as many people as possible. My book was being carried inside several local book stores but the only way you can get any of them sold is by whoring yourself out at open mics, reading the same old pieces over and over again. it's very tedious and hardly ever rewarding. I've pretty much abandoned it and now rely solely on the internet to get rid of all these damn things that clutter my closet.
christ, this is a long entry. This has to be the longest thing I've ever written to anyone on this site, or any other site for that matter.
I see that you live in Mesa, Arizona. It catches my eye because i'm currently writing a short story that takes place there. I've never been but I hear it's a pretty fucked place. If you ever write anything about your town, I will pay astute attention.
I also notice that you list writing as one of your vices. I usually consider everything that isn't writing to be a vice (ie. friends, sex, this website, work, eating, bathing) but I can easily see it going the other way. I forget the exact name, but i know it starts with a 'grapho" something. It means the compulsion to write and put out books. Apparently it's a bad thing. I once heard someone describe writing as the need to talk all the time when no one wants to hear it. so you write everything you think about down and only show people the good stuff. I think that's pretty on the mark, as far as i'm concerned.
Seems to fit this occasion as well. Here i am, rambling to a stranger on a porn website, four thirty in the morning, body exhausted but mind wont stop. forgive me for how longwinded this is, sometimes i get carried away, but judging by the above journal entry, i have a feeling you understand.
Anyhow, i have another round of mental coitus with Sicily before this night can be deemed officially over, so, take it easy.