Back from the road-trip. Driving gives me a headache!
I mentioned awhile back my one pub is repackaging my stories and putting them in ebook form (they're bought serial style). It was going pretty well until last night.
Did you hear that one where one author asked a more experienced author (Was it Sandra Brown?) what she should do about her publisher re-releasing her old stuff? And she's upset because she can't even edit it; the whole thing needs completely re-written. She doesn't know what to do.
The more experienced author says something to the effect of, "Oh honey, you can't fix it; all you can do is put an apology at the beginning."
This is one of those stories that haunts me, one of the reasons I'm sure glad I wrote under a pseudonym. :-)
What is strange about this one in particular, is that it's actually one of my more popular stories, if people writing me is any indicator. I can only hope that as I keep reading I'll find something redeeming.
Speaking of old stuff, I'm getting ready for a garage sale (which might end up turning into a trip to the Goodwill donation center, if I get lazy). HALF my cupboards in my kitchen are now COMPLETELY empty.
I don't want stuff.
I can't believe I ever did.
Why didn't anyone ever tell me, when I was young, that having more stuff means having less freedom?
One of my adult students told me about a man and wife who have practically nothing in their house. It's bare. Every piece of furniture must serve several purposes.
I think that's part of the mystique of Jack Reacher: no stuff, no responsibilities, just pick up and go at a moment's notice. As I'm going through my house, I've been obsessive about getting rid of stuff. It's to the point where I'm looking at each object as if it is standing between me and my personal freedom.
I aspire to just have a computer. I don't even want my stuff on my computer: I want it stored online.
I mean, really? What more do I need than books, movies, music, the internet, and everything else that's on my computer? Everything else is expendable.
Do you ever feel prisoner to your stuff? Do you ever feel like you just want the freedom to hit the road like Jack Reacher, except with a computer?
PS: Headache is descending fast. If I don't finish reading blogs and commenting, no worries, I'll be around tomorrow!
And thanks to Avery, George Carlin on Stuff: