I know it’s been too long since my last blog post. It’s not that I haven’t been doing anything here on the site; I have posted 11 sandwich reviews that include our recent forays into the wonderful world of meat alternatives. Some have been decent and others have been veggie bacon.
But my main focus recently has been on trying to finish my book. And I can say that it is done. The final copies have been ordered and should be here in about a week. Once they get here, I can send the copies to those who pledged, and then tell everyone where they can get copies of their own. This will obviously necessitate a blog post or two, so stay tuned.
I will also be documenting my thoughts on crowdfunding and self-publishing. I just began working on this, but you will be able to find all of this right here.
Finally, I mentioned in my last blog post that I might publish a past writing assignment detailing the grudge that I’ve apparently had against Dionne Warwick since high school. With all of my attention on finishing All Beautiful Creatures*, I hadn’t given this other thing too much thought. That is until I woke up to the following Google alert a few days ago:
You’re right, Ms. Warwick. I Really Started Something. And here it is: the sophomore-year story that I wrote after my class studied Dante’s Inferno. We were told to write our own individual stories about who we would encounter in one of the levels of Hell.
Well, guess who I found in the Eighth Circle?
The most popular pledge level of my Kickstarter includes a collection of my first animal stories. I knew most of them were on a flash drive, but I also knew that I had illustrated versions (made with free clip art) of some of them somewhere. I printed them out at some point and never saved a digital version of them, so this week I started going through all of my old stuff to find all of my stories.
In the process, I re-discovered a few things I had written of which I am still really proud, going all the way back to elementary school. Some of them I will add to what is being sent to those who pledged accordingly. Some I will include on this site. And with at least one of them, I will see if I can re-work it a little to see if it can be a children’s book.
One of the things I am ready to share here is a poem I wrote for an assignment during my senior year of high school. To be honest, I don’t remember what the assignment was, nor even writing the thing. It’s called By Shady’s Bluff, and I will say that I wrote the last stanza a few nights ago before posting it here. Everything else is as it was when I turned it in almost 19 years ago (and received a score of 122 (?) for it, along with a “Great!” from my teacher.)
Another writing assignment I might eventually include on this site is one revealing my apparent extreme dislike of Dionne Warwick (long before she disrespected Beyoncé.) Seriously, how many high school kids have extreme grudges against R&B singers 40+ years older than them? I was a weird kid.