Hello everybody! This will be one of the shortest postings I've done in quite a while. I would like to inform you all that I opted to change the price of Daemon Infiri (aka New Life), from $4.99 to $2.99. That is not a sale price, it is the new price (once Amazon.com approves the change) from here on out! I hope you all enjoyed the sneak peek at my current work in progress, and please, feel free to give me feedback!
That is all. Remember to laugh, spend time with friends and family, enjoy your favorite beverage (or the wacky tobaccy if you prefer), and listen to some good tunes! Peace out, y'all!
http://www.amazon.com/Daemon-Infiri-Dave-Dabrowski-ebook/dp/B00G9K6P72/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1393991166&sr=1-1&keywords=daemon+infiri
Monday, 3 March 2014
Pot, bud, nugs, and all of its names, and is it a bad thing?
Hello, and welcome to a late night (or morning, to all of you that don't see this in the p.m.)! I've decided to write a brief op-ed on marijuana. So what is marijuana? Without getting into the latin plant name, or the American Dental Associations idea of what it is (if you don't know, the ADA is the awesome tooth working group that has authority to administer N2O, aka laughing gas), I can explain it as this: Pot is a plant that grows naturally across this planet. It grows in most climates, except for the arctic regions (unless the scientists that live in those regions have a green house, and grow it in the times when the poles are angled towards the sun: aka summer and winter for the people who live anywhere close to a thousand miles north or south of the equator), and has been growing on its own for millennia.
I have been hearing about all the lies that surround this drug for years. No, I have not bought into any of it. The feds hate it for a couple of reasons. Firstly, the feds asked the ADA to make a video about the evils of pot, and ended up making the funniest movie any stoner has ever watched. I've seen it, and it is a joke. Ask me if it would be more fitting if that flick was renamed PCP Gone Wild, and I'd say it's not a joke. But I ask you to talk with any stoner you know, and ask if they've ever hallucinated while on nothing except pot. I can guarantee that their answer is no (unless they have a preexisting mental disease).
Another reason that the feds hate pot is the reports they get from California, Texas, and other southern border state that have border control agents. They will tell you that crime is way up because of the drug cartels. That may be true, but pot is not the actual reason for it. Illicit drugs like cocaine, heroin, PCP, extacy, acid, and/or the illegal trade of prescription drugs, are the actual reasons that there are gang/cartel wars. I've said for years that California is our secret Federal Government, and this is another reason why. They make a lot of noise there, and the biggest is the noise they make about Mexican drug cartels. Well golly gee, the only reason the cops call pot the big problem is because a solid plant takes up a lot more space inside a bag than a plant that has had to have been chopped, sliced, powdered, and cut. So it looks like a lot more. Does that not remind anybody of the question we were all asked in elementary school? What weighs more, a pound of feathers, or a pound of rocks? The war on pot is similar. A pound of feathers will create a much larger bag than a pound of rocks, just like a pound of pot will require a much larger bag than a pound of heroin. Therefore it looks bad.
One other reason the feds hate it, is that as though they are not making enough money off of land taxes/property taxes, food tax, fuel tax, alcohol tax, tobacco tax, prize tax, income tax, and all the other billions of dollars in various taxes per year, they don't know how to tax what has always been a cash only business. Well shit, feds, the pot business is older than the old testament, which means that it didn't start in America. So give it up already. Taxes on a plant that grows on its own is crazy.
I'm just saying that the criminalization of pot was the worst move this government has made, except for that idiotic thing we, in this country, call prohibition. First, the government outlawed pot, which has never ever incited a riot (ask you nearest hippie), then they outlawed beer. The beer runners pulled off a lot more crime than the pot runners ever did back then, but for some reason beer was legalized again, but pot is still some kind of evil plant.
Just like I support the whole gay/lesbian rights movement, I also support the movement to legalize a plant that needs nothing done to it to be effective. It's literally the only "drug" that needs nothing done to it to work. Grow, harvest, dry, smoke. Vodka is the only other thing that takes very little to make (grow spuds, cut up potatoes, boil in a vat, chill the steam, and repeat as desired), but as bad as that shit is for you, it's legal.
I could go on a lot more about that, but instead I'll summarize. Pot is not evil, nor is it a hallucinogen, and it is the most naturally occurring drug that there is. The only thing that makes it "bad" is the government saying it is.
On that note, eat well, drink well, smoke well (if you do), enjoy some time with family and friends, and don't forget to laugh once in a while! Peace out y'all!
P.S. Mike's Eye will be completed when I finish writing it...
I have been hearing about all the lies that surround this drug for years. No, I have not bought into any of it. The feds hate it for a couple of reasons. Firstly, the feds asked the ADA to make a video about the evils of pot, and ended up making the funniest movie any stoner has ever watched. I've seen it, and it is a joke. Ask me if it would be more fitting if that flick was renamed PCP Gone Wild, and I'd say it's not a joke. But I ask you to talk with any stoner you know, and ask if they've ever hallucinated while on nothing except pot. I can guarantee that their answer is no (unless they have a preexisting mental disease).
Another reason that the feds hate pot is the reports they get from California, Texas, and other southern border state that have border control agents. They will tell you that crime is way up because of the drug cartels. That may be true, but pot is not the actual reason for it. Illicit drugs like cocaine, heroin, PCP, extacy, acid, and/or the illegal trade of prescription drugs, are the actual reasons that there are gang/cartel wars. I've said for years that California is our secret Federal Government, and this is another reason why. They make a lot of noise there, and the biggest is the noise they make about Mexican drug cartels. Well golly gee, the only reason the cops call pot the big problem is because a solid plant takes up a lot more space inside a bag than a plant that has had to have been chopped, sliced, powdered, and cut. So it looks like a lot more. Does that not remind anybody of the question we were all asked in elementary school? What weighs more, a pound of feathers, or a pound of rocks? The war on pot is similar. A pound of feathers will create a much larger bag than a pound of rocks, just like a pound of pot will require a much larger bag than a pound of heroin. Therefore it looks bad.
One other reason the feds hate it, is that as though they are not making enough money off of land taxes/property taxes, food tax, fuel tax, alcohol tax, tobacco tax, prize tax, income tax, and all the other billions of dollars in various taxes per year, they don't know how to tax what has always been a cash only business. Well shit, feds, the pot business is older than the old testament, which means that it didn't start in America. So give it up already. Taxes on a plant that grows on its own is crazy.
I'm just saying that the criminalization of pot was the worst move this government has made, except for that idiotic thing we, in this country, call prohibition. First, the government outlawed pot, which has never ever incited a riot (ask you nearest hippie), then they outlawed beer. The beer runners pulled off a lot more crime than the pot runners ever did back then, but for some reason beer was legalized again, but pot is still some kind of evil plant.
Just like I support the whole gay/lesbian rights movement, I also support the movement to legalize a plant that needs nothing done to it to be effective. It's literally the only "drug" that needs nothing done to it to work. Grow, harvest, dry, smoke. Vodka is the only other thing that takes very little to make (grow spuds, cut up potatoes, boil in a vat, chill the steam, and repeat as desired), but as bad as that shit is for you, it's legal.
I could go on a lot more about that, but instead I'll summarize. Pot is not evil, nor is it a hallucinogen, and it is the most naturally occurring drug that there is. The only thing that makes it "bad" is the government saying it is.
On that note, eat well, drink well, smoke well (if you do), enjoy some time with family and friends, and don't forget to laugh once in a while! Peace out y'all!
P.S. Mike's Eye will be completed when I finish writing it...
Thursday, 27 February 2014
Sneak Peek!
Hello, all! Today I have an interview, and it's possible that I may get to resume my career as a driver! On paper it looks a lot like the gig I had for ten years, only instead of office supplies it's dry foods. I promise that if I get the job, I will continue to work on the new book! One thing I've always liked about being a driver is that I can formulate stories without too many distractions. I suppose I should pick up a dictation machine. Oh, wait, I have an IPod Touch. Ah, modern tech, gotta love it. I suppose I can share that the new book is set in 2003, so most of the things we've taken for granted for these last short few years wasn't around quite yet. Anyway, here's a sneak peek at the new book! I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to leave comments.
(Working title: Mike's Eye)
(Working title: Mike's Eye)
Chapter 1
I found myself sitting in a
group therapy function at a community center. This was not the first
time I felt the urge to get things off my conscience. To purge the
annual guilt that lingers in my bones all year, every year, that
seeps back into my blood in early November. The room I was in this
time was minimally brighter, and cleaner, than most of the rooms that
hold these kinds of gatherings. Usually the rooms are dank from the
stench of alcoholic tremor sweat, bodily excretions and expulsions,
and chemical mixtures that don't ever mask the smells as much as
they add to the naturally nauseating aromas. I was in a small town
outside of Memphis, where I had recently completed another new office
building networking installation. That was the kind of work I hadn't
planned on when my reason for going to these gathering happened. I
had been a junior in high school then, with hopes and dreams like
most other kids had in my graduating class. I was going to be a
computer graphics designer, with a focus on video games, or a federal
computer analyst, or anything that had to do with the wonder machines
that had just broken away from the simplistic word processors which
ruled the eighties. I had gotten the idea for the spell from an old
Atari game, and with the assistance of my old friend, Mike, got the
ball rolling. Things went wrong back then, very wrong. Now, ten
years later, at the age of 27, I found myself in these groups most
years. I didn't really belong at these meetings, as my poison wasn't
from a bottle, although I have been known to down some beers when I
think about that night. There is no group set up for my guilty
conscience though, and I rejected mental therapy after two sessions
on my father's dime, ten years back.
The meetings always start
the same, more or less. First people file in one at a time, over a
period that can last ten minutes, or an hour depending on what kind
of group it is. The court ordered groups are much more strict about
what time you show up. I avoided those, mainly because I don't
believe in big g god, and real AA groups require that you attend what
they deem the only true god's house. So I typically find the small
local gatherings of no affiliation. Where the people don't really
plan on quitting the bottle, or the drug of choice. More that they
feel guilty about something they've done, and want the chance to
speak their peace among fellow addicts. Hell, most of the time as
the meetings end, I've seen half the attendees walk to the nearest
bar or alley, in an attempt to wash away the memory they'd just
relived out loud for the first, or fiftieth time. When the meetings
start, and the doors are locked, I try not to go first or last, but
somewhere in the middle. This time was no different. I stood at the
front of the group after five of the thirteen at this meeting had
slurred their way through their ongoing addiction problem, before
saying “Hi, my name is Adric, and I have a problem.” After the
most alert of the bunch muttered “Hi, Adric”, I sat down again.
My full name is Adric Albrecht Filmort, and on this night, I wasn't
planning on sharing my story. Instead I listened to the sad stories
of driving a family, or wife/husband away, losing five jobs a year
because they can't show up sober to work, or the grim favorite of
murder by way of drunken use of a vehicular device. My story doesn't
have anything to do with alcohol, but it did kill my dreams.
When the sob stories were
done, and the head of the meeting thanked everybody for their
honesty, pleading halfheartedly to find a place to worship, I walked
back to my motel. I had no intention of hitting the replay button on
that memory tonight. It had been an early meeting, and with so few
in attendance, it had gotten out earlier than normal too. I grabbed
the keys to my rental car, as I didn't want to risk getting a ticket
in the work van, and headed out to find some dinner. Memphis has
your typical chain name options, but in my travels I've found that
the smaller, non national grub hubs are the way to go. Each town is
different in that way. The bigger the nearest metropolis, the better
the options. The smaller the town, the more likely options are one
of three fast food chains, the obligatory sit down slightly less fast
food dining by any hotel you see, and one or two truck stop diner or
greasy spoon. But being so near one of the two major cities in
Tennessee, I had no trouble finding a place named Deb's. I didn't
know what Deb specialized in, or if there was even anybody named Deb
working there. All I did know was that it didn't have a giant
flashing sign, and the mostly full parking spaces were occupied by
local license plates only.
What I found when I walked
in and took a seat at the bar, was that Deb did in fact work there,
and she was also my waitress. I ordered a local brew, and it came
with a menu. After ordering a platter of food, Deb put the order in
and came back to chitchat with me. It turned out that she had bought
the place years back, after working as a bartender for fifteen years,
and had no children to suck up all her tips. Now she preferred
working a counter that held more food than drink, and making sure the
staff was happy. When my food arrived, she went off to talk with
some locals who had come in, and I enjoyed some true southern bbq.
After one more beer, I settled up the tab, left Deb a decent sized
extra, and headed back to my hotel.
After taking a long shower,
I fired up the laptop, and turned on the television. I had just
finished logging in the job completion, and was watching the nightly
news when a knock came at the door. Getting off the bed, and putting
on a shirt, I opened it. Nobody was standing on the other side, nor
was there anything on the ground, or taped to the outside of the
door. I figured somebody had knocked at the wrong room, so I closed
and locked the door, and climbed back into bed. I'd done a pretty
good job of not thinking about that night years ago while awake, but
my subconscious had other plans. I fell asleep quickly, and then the
video player in my mind chose a popular repeat, and the directors cut
too boot.
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Rethinking the Winter Games
Hello, and welcome to my almost brilliant idea for changing the winter Olympic games. This came to me this morning, while I was slicing up a banana for my breakfast cereal and I had a minor epiphany.
As many of you have most likely heard, Russia (who had seven long years to prepare for the 2014 games, but waited until there was about a week to go to do anything) has really pulled off some dreadful debacles, to put it mildly. I have heard and seen some of this, which the major network that carries the games has barely touched on, but other news sources have reported the atrocious conditions that the athletes and full time residents alike have been dealing with in Sochi. For example, incomplete bathrooms and living quarters, the guy that flubbed the rings (and was later found dead having fallen on some knives, which sounded more like something that would have happened in Japan), local exterminators hired by the local mayor to walk through the streets of the town and shoot every stray dog dead, and the local mayor also proclaiming that there are "no gay people in my town." This is not only an embarrassment to Russia, but an absolute insult to the athletes who work so hard in their respective sports to be invited by the Olympic committee to partake in the games, all animal lovers/caretakers/owners, gay rights supporters, and basically anybody who believes that all people should be treated equally. I quipped that North Korea may have done a better job, though I doubt they'd win a bid to host the games. I shifted my thought to the demilitarized zone, but took a second to think about that before realizing that wouldn't work. Then it hit me.
I propose that we take the winter games away from any country, and hold them on international water, on cruise ships. Yes, cruise ships. You know, those ginormous and insanely built boats? Well hear me out. First of all, nobody would have to worry about the living quarters for the athletes, they're already built in, and well maintained. Secondly, some of them already have olympic size swimming pools that could easily be converted to an ice rink, for all of the skating events. For the cross country skiing, who really needs a shuffleboard on the deck? Just have them ski around the perimeter of the deck. Some cruise ships also have those huge water slides, which could rather easily be converted into both luge runs, and ski jumps. On the topic of ski jumping, we could make it more challenging for those athletes, and have the jump on one ship, and the landing on another! For those who fall a little short, those boats already have life boats, for pulling them out of the drink! The only event that might suffer a bit is the biathlon, however they would have a great chance when the pirates show up. They could stay sheltered from pirate shots, by racing around the below deck track, and shooting at the pirates through the port holes. This might not make it into every winter games, but it would sure be a lot more fun to watch. Those ships also have gyms built in too, though slightly smaller than usual Olympic quality gyms, but imagine the added camaraderie among the athletes. And imagine, if you will, the amazing camera shots, when the cameras pan out to show the surrounding area, they could film the whales, sharks and dolphins!
As for the spectators, I'm slightly undecided. Since most people around the world simply watch from their couches at home anyway, they could simply make it a televised only event. Alternatively, we have decommissioned, yet perfectly sea worthy aircraft carriers, that could have stands built on the flight deck. This may be a good thing, since the airforce could lend some aid against the pirates, in case the biathlon skiers have a hard time adapting to shooting while standing up. I'd also like to propose that the medal winners could all board another cruise ship, say a six star ship, that can circumnavigate the entire ocean (yes, it really is all the same ocean), and take the athletes back to every country that they come from, in luxury and style!
I think this could all work, and then no country would have the chance to drop the ball, and it could become a truly international world event, on international waters. There may still be a few wrinkles in this plan, but we have a couple of years to work those out.
In other news, my new book is slowly but surely coming along. As for my first book, it is still available on Amazon, in both kindle and kindle app form, and in print. I fudged the print size, so the printed version is not a standard paperback size, so it'll look a little funny on a bookshelf. In case you forgot, the title was changed from New Life (as it was first called here), to Daemon Infiri. Please also be aware that I am aware that I can't edit my own work all that well. In short format form, like this blog, sure, more or less, but in a format the size of a book, I'm rubbish.
Alright, if you think my new proposal for the winter games sounds good to you, make sure you tell your local Olympic Committee member about it! Alright, that is all for now, folks. As per usual, I hope you all remember to smile, laugh, spend times with your favorite peeps, have some good eats, and enjoy your favorite beverage. Peace out, y'all!
As many of you have most likely heard, Russia (who had seven long years to prepare for the 2014 games, but waited until there was about a week to go to do anything) has really pulled off some dreadful debacles, to put it mildly. I have heard and seen some of this, which the major network that carries the games has barely touched on, but other news sources have reported the atrocious conditions that the athletes and full time residents alike have been dealing with in Sochi. For example, incomplete bathrooms and living quarters, the guy that flubbed the rings (and was later found dead having fallen on some knives, which sounded more like something that would have happened in Japan), local exterminators hired by the local mayor to walk through the streets of the town and shoot every stray dog dead, and the local mayor also proclaiming that there are "no gay people in my town." This is not only an embarrassment to Russia, but an absolute insult to the athletes who work so hard in their respective sports to be invited by the Olympic committee to partake in the games, all animal lovers/caretakers/owners, gay rights supporters, and basically anybody who believes that all people should be treated equally. I quipped that North Korea may have done a better job, though I doubt they'd win a bid to host the games. I shifted my thought to the demilitarized zone, but took a second to think about that before realizing that wouldn't work. Then it hit me.
I propose that we take the winter games away from any country, and hold them on international water, on cruise ships. Yes, cruise ships. You know, those ginormous and insanely built boats? Well hear me out. First of all, nobody would have to worry about the living quarters for the athletes, they're already built in, and well maintained. Secondly, some of them already have olympic size swimming pools that could easily be converted to an ice rink, for all of the skating events. For the cross country skiing, who really needs a shuffleboard on the deck? Just have them ski around the perimeter of the deck. Some cruise ships also have those huge water slides, which could rather easily be converted into both luge runs, and ski jumps. On the topic of ski jumping, we could make it more challenging for those athletes, and have the jump on one ship, and the landing on another! For those who fall a little short, those boats already have life boats, for pulling them out of the drink! The only event that might suffer a bit is the biathlon, however they would have a great chance when the pirates show up. They could stay sheltered from pirate shots, by racing around the below deck track, and shooting at the pirates through the port holes. This might not make it into every winter games, but it would sure be a lot more fun to watch. Those ships also have gyms built in too, though slightly smaller than usual Olympic quality gyms, but imagine the added camaraderie among the athletes. And imagine, if you will, the amazing camera shots, when the cameras pan out to show the surrounding area, they could film the whales, sharks and dolphins!
As for the spectators, I'm slightly undecided. Since most people around the world simply watch from their couches at home anyway, they could simply make it a televised only event. Alternatively, we have decommissioned, yet perfectly sea worthy aircraft carriers, that could have stands built on the flight deck. This may be a good thing, since the airforce could lend some aid against the pirates, in case the biathlon skiers have a hard time adapting to shooting while standing up. I'd also like to propose that the medal winners could all board another cruise ship, say a six star ship, that can circumnavigate the entire ocean (yes, it really is all the same ocean), and take the athletes back to every country that they come from, in luxury and style!
I think this could all work, and then no country would have the chance to drop the ball, and it could become a truly international world event, on international waters. There may still be a few wrinkles in this plan, but we have a couple of years to work those out.
In other news, my new book is slowly but surely coming along. As for my first book, it is still available on Amazon, in both kindle and kindle app form, and in print. I fudged the print size, so the printed version is not a standard paperback size, so it'll look a little funny on a bookshelf. In case you forgot, the title was changed from New Life (as it was first called here), to Daemon Infiri. Please also be aware that I am aware that I can't edit my own work all that well. In short format form, like this blog, sure, more or less, but in a format the size of a book, I'm rubbish.
Alright, if you think my new proposal for the winter games sounds good to you, make sure you tell your local Olympic Committee member about it! Alright, that is all for now, folks. As per usual, I hope you all remember to smile, laugh, spend times with your favorite peeps, have some good eats, and enjoy your favorite beverage. Peace out, y'all!
Friday, 27 December 2013
A Writer's Blues
Hello all! Welcome back to the good old days of having something to complain about! As some of you may be familiar with, there is an old Chicago DJ/broadcaster named John Records Landecker. He was on WGN Radio a couple of weeks ago, giving an interview about a book he'd recently written of his history in the radio industry. Have I ever mentioned that nearly 200 miles away from Chicago, and the Tribune Tower, yet I still receive their signal in my car? Well, I do. Anyway, he was asked how he had managed to find the time to write a book. His answer was very simple, and quite accurate if you ask me. He said the only condition there is for writing a book is not having a job. I couldn't agree more with that.
As I know I've mentioned before, the only reason I was able to write Daemon Infiri (formerly known here as New Life) was because I indeed had no job. It was a great way to break up the monotony that is the online job hunt. That mind numbing, brain draining, eye straining, ego sapping, self worth slaying, and downright depressing thing one can spend day after day doing. Writing a new chapter every day was my relief from that. Getting the old wheels turning again on a daily rotation was great for not only my creative side, but for my sanity as well. I will admit, the self editing attempt was ultimately a bit of a failure. I swear I do actually know how to write the words I mean to, in their correct usages, I really do! Apparently, however, when my fingers are flying across the keys that particular message can get lost randomly, somewhere between my synapses and whorls.
I started the new book, and had gotten a couple of chapters written when my phone rang one day. It was a job offer from a temp agency, and I took it for my own personal capitalistic wants. The first week I was able to get a few more chapters out, but right around week two of getting up at 4:15 a.m. every weekday I stopped writing. It was always hard enough to come up with a daily blog when I started this whole thing a few years ago! That, mixed with my continued lack of a proper writing niche, leads to a whole lot of not typing. I would think about where I wanted to go with the next chapter, or develop character singularities, or more come up with more back story all day at work, but by the time I'd get home I didn't have a desire to use my computer as a writing tool. More often than not I'd secretly play candy crush.
A few weeks into the new temp job, they lost a major customer, and all the temps got laid off. I thought that would be sweet, because I could spend real time crafting a new tale. After about three days I finally opened my word program and wrote two more chapters. I was getting ready to plow through at least fifteen more, but my phone rang again. It was a major toy store (that employs a giraffe as a spokesman), and they wanted to see me about an assembly position that I'd applied for a couple of months earlier. I took the interview, passed it that day, was asked back the following night for orientation, and started at 7 a.m. the morning after. I had agreed to very specific terms, and was happy with the situation. I got to work with my hands again, and didn't have to deal with customers too much. This also meant that no new chapters were being written.
Funny thing happened on that first day of work. The store manager, the one who'd interviewed me and accepted the terms with me, was fired. As positions got moved around to fill the void, my terms seemed to have been lost. New management was not happy with my hire on terms, and decided that I was only a seasonal employee (without telling me about it), and today I found out that it was my last day. Yay.
I was planning once again to get back to the new book, but in a well timed twist, my phone rang once again. It was the temp agency I'd gone through recently, asking if I wanted to go back to the graphic printing company I'd been at a couple of weeks before. I said sure, so Monday morning I will be getting up well before the sun once again. Maybe this weekend I can manage to get at least one new chapter written, maybe. Not that any of you will know if I do (except for one of you), unless I tell you about it of course.
I hope everyone is having enjoyable and mostly harmless holiday season this year. A year that held more Friday the 13th's than any other that I can recall, and an actual blue moon to boot! Take care or yourselves, enjoy time with family and friends, eat some good eats, enjoy your favorite beverage, and don't forget to laugh! Until next time, peace out y'all!
As I know I've mentioned before, the only reason I was able to write Daemon Infiri (formerly known here as New Life) was because I indeed had no job. It was a great way to break up the monotony that is the online job hunt. That mind numbing, brain draining, eye straining, ego sapping, self worth slaying, and downright depressing thing one can spend day after day doing. Writing a new chapter every day was my relief from that. Getting the old wheels turning again on a daily rotation was great for not only my creative side, but for my sanity as well. I will admit, the self editing attempt was ultimately a bit of a failure. I swear I do actually know how to write the words I mean to, in their correct usages, I really do! Apparently, however, when my fingers are flying across the keys that particular message can get lost randomly, somewhere between my synapses and whorls.
I started the new book, and had gotten a couple of chapters written when my phone rang one day. It was a job offer from a temp agency, and I took it for my own personal capitalistic wants. The first week I was able to get a few more chapters out, but right around week two of getting up at 4:15 a.m. every weekday I stopped writing. It was always hard enough to come up with a daily blog when I started this whole thing a few years ago! That, mixed with my continued lack of a proper writing niche, leads to a whole lot of not typing. I would think about where I wanted to go with the next chapter, or develop character singularities, or more come up with more back story all day at work, but by the time I'd get home I didn't have a desire to use my computer as a writing tool. More often than not I'd secretly play candy crush.
A few weeks into the new temp job, they lost a major customer, and all the temps got laid off. I thought that would be sweet, because I could spend real time crafting a new tale. After about three days I finally opened my word program and wrote two more chapters. I was getting ready to plow through at least fifteen more, but my phone rang again. It was a major toy store (that employs a giraffe as a spokesman), and they wanted to see me about an assembly position that I'd applied for a couple of months earlier. I took the interview, passed it that day, was asked back the following night for orientation, and started at 7 a.m. the morning after. I had agreed to very specific terms, and was happy with the situation. I got to work with my hands again, and didn't have to deal with customers too much. This also meant that no new chapters were being written.
Funny thing happened on that first day of work. The store manager, the one who'd interviewed me and accepted the terms with me, was fired. As positions got moved around to fill the void, my terms seemed to have been lost. New management was not happy with my hire on terms, and decided that I was only a seasonal employee (without telling me about it), and today I found out that it was my last day. Yay.
I was planning once again to get back to the new book, but in a well timed twist, my phone rang once again. It was the temp agency I'd gone through recently, asking if I wanted to go back to the graphic printing company I'd been at a couple of weeks before. I said sure, so Monday morning I will be getting up well before the sun once again. Maybe this weekend I can manage to get at least one new chapter written, maybe. Not that any of you will know if I do (except for one of you), unless I tell you about it of course.
I hope everyone is having enjoyable and mostly harmless holiday season this year. A year that held more Friday the 13th's than any other that I can recall, and an actual blue moon to boot! Take care or yourselves, enjoy time with family and friends, eat some good eats, enjoy your favorite beverage, and don't forget to laugh! Until next time, peace out y'all!
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Last Minute!
Hello, friends and followers! I can't tell you how difficult it's been trying to re-edit my own book. It's an ongoing process that I may stop one day. I tried to send it to my sister for editing, but there was a programming conflict, and the file ended up as read only on her computer. I've changed some of the errors I've made, but I've gotten a whole whopping one fifth of the way through it. Amazon will let me edit it, but with the pricing promotion starting tomorrow, those of you who buy it will just have to deal with the typos! I would tell you to suck it up, buttercup, but really it's me that needs to do that. You have a one time pass to call me buttercup, but only once. I've made some good progress on the new book I'm working on, and my personal editor is telling me that it should end up on bookshelves with way better sales, but that may be biased. I am, however, feeling much better about this new work, which is why I'm taking a lot longer to write it. That, and a new temporary job that has me getting up dark and early at 4:30 a.m.. Anyway, I thought I'd remind you all that the countdown sale starts tomorrow, on turkey day! So put your bird in the oven, or be like me and put it on the grill, then buy Daemon Infiri for only $0.99!!! Probably the cheapest thing you have ever, or will ever buy on the last Thursday of November (assuming you reside in the only country that celebrates Thanksgiving anyway)! In case you missed it before, here's the link:
http://www.amazon.com/Daemon-Infiri-Dave-Dabrowski/dp/1493734385/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385262402&sr=8-1&keywords=daemon+infiri
Enjoy your meals, and peace out!
http://www.amazon.com/Daemon-Infiri-Dave-Dabrowski/dp/1493734385/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385262402&sr=8-1&keywords=daemon+infiri
Enjoy your meals, and peace out!
Saturday, 16 November 2013
Book Sale News!
I want to let all of you know that starting on November 28th, Daemon Infiri will be on sale at Amazon.com for $0.99!!! That price will last for 36 hours, and only go up by a dollar every 36 hours after that for one week! So don't miss out! Tell your friends! Well tell them if they actually enjoy reading anyway. So mark that date if you haven't bought it yet!
November 28th
Daemon Infiri $0.99
on Amazon.com
With any luck, all punctuation errors will have been removed by then. My apologies to anybody who has read it and wondered 'does this guy know how to use an apostrophe?' Yeah, I fudged that one up a few times. Anyway, if you haven't bought it yet, wait until it's only $0.99!
In other news, the new book is underway. No, it's not a sequel to Daemon Infiri. It's a whole new book, with all new characters. When I near completion I will share the first chapter for free, right here! That's not going to be tomorrow, or next week, or even before Christmas (unless I write this new book as fast as I pumped out the first one,) but it'll be yours to preview here first!
Take care of yourselves, enjoy the company you keep, have some good eats, your favorite beverage, and don't forget to have yourself a few laughs while you're at it! Peace out for now, y'all! And stay safe this upcoming holiday season!
November 28th
Daemon Infiri $0.99
on Amazon.com
With any luck, all punctuation errors will have been removed by then. My apologies to anybody who has read it and wondered 'does this guy know how to use an apostrophe?' Yeah, I fudged that one up a few times. Anyway, if you haven't bought it yet, wait until it's only $0.99!
In other news, the new book is underway. No, it's not a sequel to Daemon Infiri. It's a whole new book, with all new characters. When I near completion I will share the first chapter for free, right here! That's not going to be tomorrow, or next week, or even before Christmas (unless I write this new book as fast as I pumped out the first one,) but it'll be yours to preview here first!
Take care of yourselves, enjoy the company you keep, have some good eats, your favorite beverage, and don't forget to have yourself a few laughs while you're at it! Peace out for now, y'all! And stay safe this upcoming holiday season!
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