Finally got my blog up again and a new laptop, and here I am strapped for time and stumped for words. Not that too many people come visiting. That’s okay. The blog’s for me. And maybe I wasn’t meant to be the successful writer I always believed I’d be.
Oh, I have full confidence and faith in my abilities. I’m just not great at self-promotion or networking or chest-thumping like some folks I know. Hey, look at me—have some (self) published books and countless (unsold) scripts. In my case it’s manuscripts. Guess it’s all about being in the right place at the right time, coz I don’t have any relatives in the business.
Sounds a bit negative, doesn’t it? Must be the gray wet outside. Can play havoc with the emotions at times. Ah well, it will pass.
On a more optimistic note: going back to Hawaii in a couple of months. Can’t wait to return “home”. Feel it’s home. Should be home. Must be home.
Which brings me to . . .
. . . why can’t an America-honoring, America-loving, stars-and-stripes hearted Canadian permanently reside there—without having to be a millionaire or a neurosurgeon? I’m an honest, dedicated, good person, and a damn good writer (have I stated that before?). Our countries are allies, aren’t they? At the very least, why can’t Canadians apply for the green-card lottery anymore? We’re getting the short end of the stick on that one. Come on America, please embrace me as I’d love to embrace you!
A bit of a rant, yes, but needed to state that. Now that I’ve got that out of my system, I can concentrate on my blog. Got some reviewing to do; gotta figure out how to be free of the <bleep> some people send. Don't gotta figure what they're thinkin' when they send such <bleep>. Must serve some sort of cheap thrill. Power to ya if it gets ya off.