Cradle To The Grave

I have been remiss in my writing duties in here.  I guess I have been thinking about what to write about, and writing too much on Facebook.  That thing is addicting.  Always there... little messages and articles culled by readers from all the world and delivered to my news feed...  a very tempting banquet of facts and innuendo and clever quips.  All the fodder one should need for a story.

I went there half hating the idea.  But telling myself that I should have done more of this kind of interaction during the radio show, and I would have to use it on this next one.  Internet marketing basics, as taught by Jimmy Peace, who is probably one day going to be considered a pioneer in a few fields...  I was honored to have him on the last show, found him amazingly talented and funny.  I am not as driven as he is.  He studies the business of marketing intent on having his own little radio regime, which is realistic is in his family... if you know what I mean... a very connected individual--though to his credit, he deserves it.  He is not some... well, not to be mean to someone I like, Bon Jovi... who in my crueler years I scoffed at out right... but even the mediocre deserve a chance in the world, he got one and took it...but it probably helped a lot that his daddy gave him a  stage, album, song writers, a personal assistant, etc...  No kid from the seventies would have refused such a life... I get it now.  I resented him way back when...  and still,you listen to led zeppelin and then bon jovi and.... well, even bon jovi himself probably gets that one, though I should be careful ever under estimating a celebrities ego.

My life has been very mundane for the last few days.  The heat makes the city unbearable, so since i can.... I go out when it is cool, the early morning and night, and stay inside otherwise, as much as possible... which is a lot in my life.  I do feel like a monk in the city sometimes.  Much less now that I live with someone...  Ugh...

I guess I really have nothing to talk about.  I have been enraged by so much in the news that even going there is hard.... it is becoming like the same issues that were there when I was a child are now worse, and there is not a damn thing I can do.  I can't give up hope, really... because false or not, it is better ultimately for me and those around me who depend on a modicum of sanity from me.  I gave up on the world for years, and it just made me a senseless part of the problem.  Still...  I will never see the most interesting reactions to my work, whether it mattered or not.  A lot of folks tell me that I made a lot of people laugh and think and what more do I want?  A lot of writers who make the big bucks have less readers than I have had.  The publishing industry should take a cue from me and package some web writing into books, and come offer a nice contract to people like me...  I no longer believe there is a level playing field for the arts though.  Some will be rewarded and others starved into obedience, rather than accept the alternative, irrelevance.   I can't care about all that and function.

Writing the words down has to be enough.   I am getting my writing schedule together for the next few weeks, and plan on working on the changes to the new editions, and writing short stories in the voices of the characters for the radio show.  The more writing I do with the various characters interacting, the more their personalities and stories will have a firm shape for the show.  I will add all the back story and shit to the web site, leaving me free to just be funny with them.... then use it again on the air, whenever the mood strikes me, as I improv away... though I want most things recorded before hand, especially the skits with me doing a lot of characters.  I will record them, edit, add sound effects, over lap the voices, etc... all the illusions it takes for one person to play a lot of characters.  I have done it before, and can do it again.  Just have to get it started, and the rest comes natural (if I can say that with my training... I should say it comes natural after twenty years of writing... maybe I should say un-natural... yes, the rest comes un-naturally from my education).

I have no thesis statement going on here, no story structure, essay structure, poetic structure, etc...  those are all the niceties you missed during this entry, what you hungered for as I jabbered on... sorry.  My blog, my mood, my choice.