I am back on Etsy. Check out my paintings! There are six priced inexpensively. Thanks!
Some new works I just finished are now for sale. $60 for any one painting and I can ship anywhere in the US for free. International charges may apply on shipping.
Check ’em out and drop me a line if interested!
From left to right – “Red Candle”, “Dancer”, and “Breakfast”. All are 9 x 12 inches. Email me and we can work out the details. Possibly Pay Pal.
Take care and until next time . . .
So, I haven’t posted in a long while. Apologies! I’ve been writing.
Here’s the deal. My 40,000 word novella – I self-published last year. Well, She and Something Greater (my novella), I let my dad read it. I impressed him! So, having impressed my father – a phenomenal feat that not many men achieve – prompted me to take it off Amazon and Kindle and send it to actual agents for publishing.
Three of those agents directly emailed me back with a, “Sorry, kid. Great story idea but it’s too short. Novellas don’t get published.” So, after the wind in my sails had been blown out and drained, I decided to rewrite. It’s now a 58,000 word, full-fledged novel! (Smiley face)
Now I need your help. I need some beta readers. I have two but need more. If you’d like to read my story, drop me a line on the contact page.
Come on, people! Down, But Never Out (my novel’s new title) won’t read itself! Thanks in advance for reading.
Take care, and live in light.
Hello, y’all. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your sweet honey sugar pie boo-boo kins! I mean that in the most heart-felt and sarcastically sweet way I know how. For real, if you have a true love, hold them tight and let them know how much they are loved. It’s really all we have, all we are, all that’s important, all that matters.
Not only is it Valentine’s Day, it is V Day. No, not the Victory Day when the Allies won WWII. But that’s a good thing, no less. No, I mean, V Day – a global movement to end violence against women.
Also, in six days, my birthday will crop up like a choking weed in a field of sunflowers! Yes, I will be __-seven years old and I’m not really looking forward to it. Although, they say men are like fine wine and get better with age. No matter how true that may be, we also get achier with age! Just so you know. When your partner wakes up and walks through the house cussing, they’re probably not cussing you. Chances are, they’re cussing their knees or back or shoulders from the morning aches!
A lot of men, I’m afraid, just don’t understand women. On a day like today, many men miss the mark almost completely, I think. So, for all men, I will tell you the secret to women. What do they want? What is it women really want? They want security. I know this for a fact. When I was in the mall the other day, I approached a lovely young woman and she immediately began to yell, “Security! Security!” Okay, that may a bad example.
At any rate, for my birthday, I request that the only present I want is that you give your time, money, or thought and prayers to a good charity like this one I’ve linked or to Breast Cancer Awareness.
I’m happy to report that my mother had her mammogram done last Monday and is now a full year cancer-free!
On that note, take care, y’all and walk in the light of Love and Kindness.
Oh, Lord . . .
If you’re an avid watcher of CBS Sunday Morning, you saw the segment yesterday about suns. They have a stock of pictures and sculptures of the sun. The show gets them from the public. So, not to be outdone, I painted the sun and emailed a jpg to them.
My latest work – “Smirking Sun”. We’ll see if they use mine.
He’s coming for the republican nomination . . .
That’s right! The man that can save no wrong. The man that can spend himself in one fell swoop. The man that owns more real estate than the state of Wisconsin and the All State Insurance Company. Dollar is back!
Let’s listen into his press conference already in progress:
” . . . and it doesn’t matter now if the past president was black. It doesn’t matter now if the current president is guilty of treason by colluding with Russia. Hillary wouldn’t have won anyway. And she didn’t! It doesn’t matter if I’m basically owned by China. I say this now and I’ll say it when I win. There is no Chinese collusion.
Now, I won’t lie. I do like a good batch of General Tso’s or Sesame Chicken. But that doesn’t mean I get my chicken directly from a China man. Or China woman, or China dog for that matter. China man chicken clucks for certain, but does it cluck all the way from China? In Chinese? Hm. Well, probably, but that doesn’t mean he clucks for me!
That is why I now throw my very expensive hat into the presidential ring! And it’s not a Chinese hat. That’s right, friends! 2020 will be my year! Our year, if you support me! And, maybe, just maybe, we can finally find those Clinton emails. Thank you very much!”
You heard it here first. Oh Lord . . .
The new year is upon us. 2019! The Year of the Pig. Whaaaaat? Already? Not so long ago I was spending my days chasing the never-ending inevitable let-down – cocaine. But things change.
So, I resolve, after a long battle with my conscience, the cops, God, and a near death experience, to maintain my road of sobriety. Not only this, but also to maintain goodwill, good nature, and good composure in my interactions with strangers on the internet. This, I vow and resolve.
Happy New Year, one and all!
So, what are your new year’s resolutions?