Wednesday, May 30, 2012


I'm sitting here waiting for Steve to get home from work. And as I sit here, my stomach grumbles and complains because I'm starving! He's bringing us dinner from Chuy's and I can smell it already! So, in a few days (four to be exact) we will be leaving for our road trip to Colorado. We can't wait! That's pretty much the thing that's been occupying my mind almost every hour of every day. Now that I've got the camera situation sorted out, I can't wait to take a ton of really pretty pictures. But as excited as we are to go to Colorado, I know it's going to be very difficult to return to Austin. I will have to get it in my head to deal with what we have for the remaining time that we'll have it. I will only end up making myself crazy if I regret every second. I'll simply have to find my happy place as I fight traffic and deal with the 100+ degree heat this summer. But the few years we have left here is only a moment in time compared to what awaits us!

Friday, May 25, 2012

Another step-

Well, I said I would do whatever it takes to make Luthor a success. Yesterday I took the next step: I entered Luthor into the Writer's Digest Self-Published Books contest. Alas we I'll have to wait until October 5th to find out the results, but I have a good feeling about this. Entering the contest is an important step because 1)No matter what happens, it gets Luthor seen. 2) WHEN Luthor wins (positivity is the key to most everything), aside from the $3,000 prize, ten copies will be sent to big publishing houses. Also Writer's Digest will write a review and showcases the book on their site, plus a few other things I can't recall. But the point is, Luthor will be getting A LOT of exposure. Little by little. Until everyone knows his name. I'm mailing the book off tomorrow morning. And then we wait!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


Okay, I was supposed to come home and do two hours of writing.  But when I got home, I had to walk the baby. 
Not so bad. 
But then when I got back, I realized that the garbage had to be taken out. 
Fine, I did that real quick like.
Then I go into the office to write-
Oh, wait, I needed to change the picture size on my camera before I forget, because it occurred to me earlier in the day and I have been trying to remember to do it.  Anyway-
I take the camera out, I change the size of the images, and to test it I snap a shot . . .
The freakin thing was doing it again!
So, after a few "Oh, no, no, no, no!" I went through the same motions I did the other day when I had to fix the camera.
But nothing worked.
Then I opened the program and did a firmware upgrade and . . .

An hour I spent on that shit. 

Then it was time to try and write. 
I read through a few pages . . . my mind started drifting, every once in a while, to the fear of the camera fucking up while we're on vacation . . . then back to the sentences in front of me . . . and I don't remember what I just read.
Then from the other room, I hear my phone go off.  I have an alarm set every day as a reminder to write in my blog.  I don't post every day, but on the days when I need to, it's helpful to be reminded.
And since I hadn't posted in a couple of  days, that ended up being the new thing rolling around in my head as I tried to work.

So I gave up.

I came here, wrote in my blog, did part of what I was supposed to do.  I've told you my story and now I'm going to have some wine!

(Don't forget to stop by the Store page on my site and see what's there.  Thanks.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Close one!

Okay, so I've been in a bit of a panic the past few days. 
Let me explain:

You know Steve, Buster, and I are going on our road trip to Colorado in a week and a half.  Well, on this trip, I definitly need my Olympus camera with longer zoom lenses for all the wildlife.  But something has been wrong with the camera.
It turns on okay, but try and take a picture and you got an error on the screen: D-222 or some shit. Anyway, it had been a month or so that I needed to have it looked at.  Then we realized we were going to Colorado so soon.
Instead of sending it back to the manufacture  (which is what I was told to do by online "support"), we hoped that it was just that the battery was two years old and it needed to be replaced.
So, Steve looks on and finds the battery for $30-fine, he goes into the store by our house gets the battery walks to the counter and they say its $50. 
Apparently it's cheaper to buy the item online.

So, since we had enough time, that's what we did.
We went back to and bought the battery.
Then I wait and wait (yes, more waiting, my favorite) and finally the batter comes . . . and IT'S THE WRONG ONE! We orded the right one, they just sent the wrong one.
Back to the store (since they say on the phone while you're on eternal hold, "Don't want to go through the hassle of returning things you purchased online? You can return any item at your nearest BestBuy!").
We just decided to exchange the wrong one for the $50 one, pay the difference and be done with it.

 . . .we wait as the girl behind the counter looks up the item.
"We can't take this back in the store.  You have to return it online."
All other noise around us stopped for a moment.  "What?" I asked.
"We can't take this back becuase it's from a third party."
"But we bought it on"
"Yeah, but they got if from someone else."
Steve and I walked away calmly in a cloud of hushed "Really?s"
We got the $50 battery, and I still have to return the other one online.

Once we got home from BestBuy, I put the correct battery in, saying a silent prayer and-
It still didn't work!

Now we really had to take it in to someplace and see if they could fix it.  But it was gonna have to wait until the weekend when one of us was off.  That fact alone was scary because it pushed our deadline of the trip closer. 

This morning I gave a last ditch effot and asked my Twitter followers if anyone knew what the hell was happening with the camera or how to fix it. 
And a little angel named @edinchavez suggested I do a master reset. 
And when I got home I Googled how you do it, tried it . . .
And it didn't work.
Then I decided to reinstall the software and plug in the camera to the computer and then do the rest-
I pushed the shutter button and it took a picture!
Oh happy day! Happy day!

We're coming Colorado!

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Partial-chapter 22


The child was two. Two years of living and learning each day what would be expected of him in the future. Two years of learning that, for some reason, he was different than others. And that difference was not a good thing. He was different than the only other three people he could remember seeing in his two years of life: the doctor, the father, and the mother. They looked different than he did and they didn't like it. It seemed the mother didn't mind the difference as much as the other two.
   He could see it in their faces. He could feel it each time they refused to touch him or come near him when he cried. They were afraid, but at the same time cared for him, fed him, and kept him well. If they despised him so much, why did they do this?
   He was a child of two. He knew these things were going on around him but didn’t understand why. He could see his skin was not like the others’. He could feel that his skin was rougher than the mother's or the doctor's. He didn’t know about the father. The father never touched. The doctor had to touch him because he made the child well when he was sick. The mother didn’t mind, though.
   He’d learned the words they spoke. Some of them made sense, some didn’t. At times it was easy for him to learn, other times it was not. Other times, he forgot things.
  Times he cherished not remembering.
* * *
 Toys . . . toys belonged to children. Children of all ages owned toys. He had the most toys of any. The mother would give him a new toy every day. Yes, it was the mother who did not seem to care about the difference. She just brought toys and held the child and spoke of angels in the ceiling. She spoke of many things to the child but angels were her favorite.
  “My little angel,” she would whisper, softly in an ear.
  She would come into the large room that held no real furniture, just a playpen and a large bed with cages on the sides. The child remembered when the cages were put there. He remembered when he fell out of the bed the first time. Then he fell out again. He fell
out a lot. He would toss in his sleep while having nightmares full of terror and dread . . . full of himself. He never had real nightmares about the other three, only about his own feelings when he first saw his reflection in a mirror . . .
   Nobody was really trying to hide anything from the boy. Nobody really thought he would understand. But it was the mother who had first noticed he kept touching his face, then hers. His, then hers. It was as if he was blind and was trying to figure out what they both looked like. But she knew he could see. She knew he had been trying to figure it out.
   She hadn’t meant to leave anything in his room. She had brought up some food and left the silver tray. She didn't even notice. But she heard the scream. She heard him yell and the tray fall. He could see himself so clearly in the bottom of the serving tray.
   She held her angel for a long time until his tears stopped and he finally fell asleep. It was then he realized exactly how different he was. It was that feeling he felt every day since. It was that feeling of loneliness that caused the dreams, the nightmares, to come to
him. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. The child was really just remembering what he looked like. So the bars were put on to keep him from falling. On the other side of the room was a playpen, a very large playpen that had become useless six months earlier. The child climbed out of it. It had become a game he played with the mother. The child would see how many times he could climb out and how many times she would put him back in. Who would quit first? He got his answer after the thirty-fifth time as he slid his foot down the side of the pen, reaching for the floor . . . but what happened to the mother?
  “Okay, you little freak. I'm tired of these goddamn games. You don't want to stay in the pen, then don't. But don't ever expect to go anywhere else, ever!”
   It was then the door was first locked. The father came in and yelled. It was then the door was never opened again, aside from coming in and out. Even then, it was only the others who were allowed out, not the child. He couldn't really remember ever going out before then, but he knew if he had, it would never happen again.
In this room, locked and shut away, sat a child surrounded by toys.
  Alone and afraid because there was nobody there for him. There was nobody there to play with. There was nobody there to listen to, whether he understood all they said or not. There was nobody there to tell him there was nothing to be afraid of when the lights went out and the room went dark. He learned to see in the dark. For to see in the dark was the only way the child could be sure there was not another “him” somewhere in the
room—out there in the blackness.

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Friday, May 11, 2012

Another work day almost gone-

I'm sitting here at lunch at work (Blech) with nothing but time so I thought I would post an entry. I just got back from the post office, mailing off another book (nice!). I only hope that this great momentum keeps up, if it does, I'll be the happiest guy in the world! This month is just about half over and I can't wait for June. Why? Because Steve and Buster and I will be taking our road trip to Colorado! We will finally see our future home: Woodland Park! I can't wait! (And we all know how I am with waiting.) Other than that, not much has been going on. I'll be working on the site again tonight and hopefully get the freaking PayPal thing to work. That will be a load off my mind. Anyway, just wanted to say hi. Gonna head back in and finish off yet another workday.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

A little sleepy, but worth it-

Last night, as Steve and I lay in our bed waiting for sleep to fully envelope us, we began to wonder what the neighbor above us was doing, because we kept hearing booming and rumbling.  Eventually we realized that it wasn't the neighbor at all but an unexpected thunder and lightning storm that was quickly approaching. 
As the thunder got louder and louder (and Buster became more and more anxious) we jumped out of bed, ran to the window and threw up the sash--nah, not really. But we did jump out of bed to go watch the storm.  And man, what a storm it was.  The wind and rain was fierce!  The rain lasted throughout the night and into the early morning. 
Thank you, God!
We need nights/days like that.  My heart still breaks when I think of the ten million trees that died last summer because of the drought.  I hate to think about it because it only exacerbates the whole global warming problem.  The trees on the planet regulate the moisture in the air, while also cleaning it.  Part of the reason the planet is warming so is because we're tearing down all the trees.  With a loss of ten million more in one summer, it will only make matters worse.
So, come on rain!
But on the down side, I'm a little groggy today because I didn't get much sleep.  But I think the trade off is worth it.  I love thunder storms.  Buster . . .not so much.  Poor baby was a mess.  But he's fine now, and asleep in bed with Steve.
Have a great Sunday, everyone!
And don't forget to stop by my site every once in a while.  Eventually I'll get the PayPal button to work. Aaaagh!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Just a quick hello-

As I sit here waiting to begin my work day, I wanted to just say a quick hello. As you can tell by the lack of a picture, I'm on my iPad, my new best friend. I never thought I would love the iPad as much as I do, but I do. I'm sill learning all the ins and outs, but I'm getting there. Things have been pretty much going in a steady forward motion for me. Steve is finally felling better, which always eases my mind tremendously. Book sales have been great. Work has been not as horrible as it usually is, so that's a nice change. And Buster, well, he's still his cute adorable self. The weather here in Austin has begun to slowly feel more like Texas weather; that is to say, it's getting hot as shit. I told myself, this year I would try and not get as stressed about the weather as I did last summer. I just have to keep it in my head that there is nothing I can do about it, and my time here gets shorter and shorter with each day that passes. Oh how I can't wait to get to the mountain. In time. In time. Hope everyone has a great day!


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