I ALWAYS confuse that song with "Memo From Turner":
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed...
and still can't figure out what Keef was doing in that coconut tree!!!
YEAH, i KNOW all you anal retentives are gonna say it was a PALM tree...lighten up.
So, I was bored and did a little ego-surfing and was surprised to see MY name up on some dudes list of favourite blogs...and of course I shouldn't mention that because it only manages to bring all the HATERS out, but I'm in a precarious situation right now.
The Grumpy Old Bookman blog has inspired some agent to get in touch with me, and right now my book is in "the process," and I'm under the impression that IF enough people hit my book site it will somehow influence the literary agents...despite thinking my book is pretty good, there is that ever-present artistic insecurity!
You guys who primarily write on here got it made, because all you got to do is look up some FACTS then write a coherrent essay...FICTION WRITERS got to be interesting whilst spinning a yarn of sorts, and there are more "critics" and hecklers than an open-mic standup comedian would have...and it's almost as nerve wracking.
So you'd think there'd be some kind of community...a pseudo-sincere group of well wishers who would give encouraging words as you await THE VERDICT...no such luck.
ENVY is the coin of the realm amongst haters?
It's all good though. While i may have some trepedation about how this is gonna play out with the literary agency i submitted my MS to, i KNOW that i put out a DAMN GOOD BOOK that can only become better with an Ubereditor...so maybe i should be working on my Pulitzer acceptance speech instead of putzing around HERE?