Here I am, livin my life
This life – my life – is my story.
As the director I decide
the character I’m gonna be. Continue reading
Oops!
I am prone to mistakes. Some are small and I can walk them off. Others are doozies and I pay for them for the rest of my life.
Case in point: my niece, Lyn, asked me years ago to make a wedding video for her – when the time came – with a certain song. My reply? But of course!
The Funeral Procession
My Feeble Attempt at Self-Promotion
So, this weekend I compiled all my silly poems. Then I published them on Amazon. Currently, they are only available for Kindle downloads. That’s what that big thing is all about »
I am a bit uncomfortable doing this because there is just one poetry category. There is no pseudo-poetry section in Amazon. This means my silly poems are in between collections of real poems. Yeah, Shakespeare and I are on the same caliber.
It is $2.99. I know, I know. A whole three dollars for something you can get on here for free. I tried making it $1.99 but it wouldn’t let me. This is my first effort so please bear with me as I learn.
If you are thinking of self-publishing, I will let you know what I learn. For example, going with the Kindle downloads is free with no upfront cost. I get 70% of the royalties. However, formatting stinks. It takes a normal 8.5 x 11 Word document and squeezes it into a Kindle dimension. I need to work on the formatting – especially since I have a poetry and not a paragraph book.
I’m not expecting much. My dream is I sell enough to buy myself a Kindle so that I can own a copy of my work. My hope is I make enough to at least buy a milkshake. My dear friend took pity on me and bought a copy. So, I guess my new hope is I sell enough to buy two milkshakes – one for her and one for me.
Yes, I know I stink at self-promoting and marketing. Just keep in mind this is a journey and I’m not at the destination yet. So, please be kind.
And if you don’t want to buy a copy – that’s okay. We’ll still be friends.
Trials
Good Things
I’m Toe Tick!
toe tick
Woe’t me,
I’ve been tick tin’t Monday.
For real tick,
Not ju’t taking a bum-day.
(cough, cough)
Quarantined
Mytelf for everyone’t t’afety.
Pavlov’s Associations
photo courtesy the web
It’s kind of my life work to be remembered when I’m gone. I told my niece that I want to be the photo bomb in her stash of Polaroid memories. A little creepy? Perhaps. But being memorable takes a lot of work. Sometimes you just don’t know when a Pavlov trigger is planted. Sometimes you have little control over the associations that bring you to mind. Oh shucks.
What Will This Trial Make of Me?
You have to admit –
it’s overwhelming –
this task you are asking of me.
The burden is great –
all on my shoulders –
the outcome I can’t clearly see.
This has the power –
to break my faith –
and make my beating heart turn tough.
Or the opposite –
will happen inside –
and this will make my heart buff.
This is a hard test –
a sure dilemma –
what will this trial make of me?
Will I be better?
Or will I break apart?
My response defines who I will be.
This and other fine poems available on Amazon
When a Two Year Old Made My Day
Connection: 1) the joining together of two or more people, things, or parts. 2) something that links two or more things (Encarta).
I like to feel connected. Apparently. I used to have this – for lack of a better word – game I played with my mom. I never really knew any of my grandparents so I’d have her tell me stories about them. Mainly my grandmas. I wanted to know who I looked like, who I acted like, what traits I inherited, and blah blah blah.
