The blog has been silent for a bit. I’ve been considering whether or not to keep it going. It’s got a cool name, but as anyone who watched “The Phantom Menace” knows, it takes far more than a cool name to make a good product.
The goal of Rejected and Alone has, all along, has been to keep me writing. What I’m finding is that it now keeps me from writing. Every post takes away from the bigger projects. Since the end goal is to produce professional, saleable work, it makes sense (personally) to shift my effort into those projects – like the two novel drafts I’ve finished but not finished or the score of screenplay ideas that need to be broken, written, and polished.
I’ve gotten some very positive rejection letters on my short stories with comments that tell me I’m close. So. Very. Close. I’m ready to close that deal. And I plan to publish a novel this year. Commercial ventures, unlike the blog which I have pledged (even if only to myself) to keep ad free.
So I was going to pull the plug. After all, how many of you are actually reading these words because you want to be better authors? How many times do you want to read me saying the same things in different words? Listen, I can sum up the message of my blog in four words. Do not quit. Ever. Everything else is just me talking and you being polite – and hopefully entertained.
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Then I got an email comment from a stranger who liked some of the content. And some of you have been asking what happened – am I alright? Why has the blog been silent? I talked to my wife about my plans to shut down R&A and she said, “What? You can’t do that.” Hmm.
How about this. How about one post a week? I’m thinking Tuesdays. Maybe because today is Tuesday, maybe because Tuesday is a day that needs a little something. Doug Richardson posts one day a week and I really like his format.
So here is my pledge for Rejected and Alone, version 2015. One post a week. And it will make you smile. To make sure you don’t miss it, please get an email subscription (there’s a link at the bottom of this page).
This was all pretty serious and nobody has smiled yet. I could say it isn’t 2015 yet, which would make some of you laugh, but instead I’ll tell you a funny story.
Yesterday was my last day of vacation. It was a good day and I cooked a dinner of twice roasted potatoes, creamed sweat corn, a roasted onion (butter and beef bouillon) and grilled rib eye. The dogs get very confused when I cook. I’m not the sort to toss them scraps. Doesn’t keep the third smartest from hoping though. Thing is, she’s terrified of pretty much everything, even Norah Jones on the Pandora, so when I was chopping the potatoes she wouldn’t come over and get the ones that fell on the floor.
Then I was rushing in and out between the skillet (olive oil, parsley, ground black pepper with the roasted potatoes) and the grill. She kept smacking into the cabinets to get out of my way. The first smartest dog was jumping over her. The second smartest did some barking. I put them out. They still didn’t know what to do. I felt bad for them, the steaks looked amazing, so I dropped a bouillon cube into their big water dish.
That was a trick because they catch really well, I had to chase them away from the bowl. Then they rushed up to see what it was I’d dropped in. I laughed out loud watching them try to figure out how to get to the cube at the bottom of the deep bowl. They started drinking like crazy and I thought for a minute they were going to drink it all, just to get to the cube.
But they didn’t. The first smartest was distracted by a tennis ball and the third smartest ran away when I clicked the igniter of the grill. Maybe you had to be there.
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