Writing and Reading

Talk about ‘road trips’ away from my proverbial palace of pallets of words and rantings at my Wretched Writer’s Pad! Sorry I’ve been gone awhile–really haven’t posted anything substantial for all of you, but I’m here in full force, about to grab some coffee. I’m ready. Let’s do this.

You know…I need to think of my own personal name for my ‘home’ here on my blog. The title I already have is kind of…well…long.

That’s sort of off topic here. Let’s get back on track. Updates. This is about updates. I’m updating you on my life. See, in order for me to get back on track, I need to let you know that getting back on track means reestablishing a center of being and order in my presence here. That reestablishment means to update you. Consider it also an explanation for being away longer than I usually am.

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First update:

SO…I came across other financial opportunities these recent days that help me develop as a writer. Fabulous, actually. Two days ago, right off the bat, I was given the assignment of writing four articles on the fly, delivered polished and pretty within 24 hours. Tight deadline. Bring it. I brought it. I done it. It’s done. More money means, well…more money. Even if it means staying up till 2 AM doing research and then writing out articles in super speed the next morning while at work (I was so swamped that I missed my lunch).

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Second Update:

You readers remember when I said that I was going to feature other authors here at the Wretched Writer’s? That’s right. It’s official. Authors Pat Bertram and Karen Cioffi-Ventrice will both be guests on the blog! That’s right. The Pierre that is me will have guests that they are in the home that is mine here on the blog that is known as “Writing and Reading”. Scary thought. That it is. Pat’s slated for April 3rd, so keep an eye out, people. She means business, and she’s rockin’ her publication world with a stratocaster and some mean riffs. Karen and I have yet to cinch a date, but that will come soon enough. I will host writers and other moguls of the literary industry from April 3rd to April 16th. It’ll be an exciting time.

Even better, look for me on Karen’s blog as well! And Pat’s! Can you believe it? Wretched Writer is going to enter other worlds. The world of THE CAIN LETTERS shall see new souls to swallow up…. Feel the evil, people. Feel the evil….

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The Third Update:

…Really isn’t an update at all; in fact, it’s a thought that popped into my head as a relevant topic brought on by Pat Bertram herself. The idea of being a ‘name’ in the literary industry. A…name.

Pat, I hope you’re reading this. Because you need to read this.

As much as I love Terry Goodkind, J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, John Grisham etc etc., being great writers and all, the concept of a ‘name’ does little for me in that the writing needs to swallow me into a different world–much like how the whale swallowed Jonah. Inside, I see all the inner workings of a whale. It’s a new world. Kind of gross. But new. And interesting. Whether or not they have a ‘name’, whether or not they make millions of dollars, whether or not they have private jets, whether or not their pictures flood the news and people scream names like “I love Bella!” or “I love Harry” or “I want cream cheese so you can spread it on my genitals” or WHATEVER–

DOES NOT MATTER TO ME.

What I love is the writing. I love the stories. I love the inspiration, the passion, the drive to write good stories. I don’t care if they’re bestsellers. I don’t care if others know about the writers I know. I don’t consider myself a fan. I consider myself an admirer. A colleague even. Because we’re all born of the same literary blood. We all have that same passion for words. We are kindred.

My enthusiasm for wanting to feature other writers isn’t out of the shock of having someone popular show up on my blog. No. It’s the ability to share a dream, a passion and to really know someone with the same desires as me that matters. Are we clear? Good.

Now I need my coffee. Taco Supreme, and I’ll see you later.