This is just me trying to sort out my life through the eyes of a barfly a la Bukowski. It is now available on Amazon for $12 and on Kindle for $4.
Okay, i said i wasn't doing anymore poetry books....guess i lie. I scrapped the whole autobiography as i didn't get much interest or feedback from my beta readers. Anyhow, i had a pocketful of napkins and a notebook full of crap that i thought i should try and unleash on the populace.
This is just me trying to sort out my life through the eyes of a barfly a la Bukowski. It is now available on Amazon for $12 and on Kindle for $4.
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The response for "Dearly Beloved" has been nuts. I have sold the original and was just asked about reprint rights for a limited edition signed copies. Also, i've been asked to do a few others. So it looks like i'll be drawing more than writing.
Next projects will be Eddie Vedder, David Bowie and Jim Morrison. Well, we are well into the new year, and two weeks in, I've busted my ankle in two places. Leaving me using a walker for the next 6 weeks. Perhaps karma is knocking on my door, or perhaps this is life telling me to slow down and create like i was meant to. To be fair, i've started 3 novels in the last 10 years and haven't touched them at all. I haven't drawn too much either. So, okay, this idle time i have will be spent doing just that. I've just finished "Dearly Beloved". A tribute to Prince. His portrait is made up of almost every lyric he's written including the names of movies and albums i just couldn't fit into one picture. seriously, check out his Discography. The entire background is every lyric from the "Purple Rain" album. The albums title song is superimposed in larger, lighter purple letters. This of course will be for sale through this website. I think, now that my mom is gone, it is time to write her story. So, with deep sadness floating around in the back of my head, i will begin that from page 1 in the next couple of days. well, there i am in a nutshell. Daisy, my constant partner, is still alive. she's slowing down a lot and each day i keep thinking she's going to check out on me. but she still has a cold/wet nose and wags that little stubby tail at me in the mornings, so i guess she's with me for awhile yet. Thank you to whoever is in charge of dog lives. The year has gotten rougher. I've lost my grandmother Lea at the end of June, and after a few weeks I went to Nebraska to visit mom and that turned into a trip to the hospital with her and within two weeks, she too died.
My dog of 14 years, a sassy weimeraner named "Daisy", was diagnosed with aggressive cancer and the vet gave her about 2 months. So for whatever reason, karmic, cosmic, or otherwise...i have been dealing with loss and a lot of it in a short period of time. So there's the bad stuff. There is good stuff too. I had drawn a picture of Chris Cornell for my sister, and it was made up of the lyrics to the songs "Getaway Car", "When I'm Down", and "Fell on Black Days". She loved it. posted the shit out of it on Facebook. In fact, it's her profile pic as of today's writing. Anyhow, a few people have taken note online that they would like to purchase a print of it. I was shocked, strangers have never wanted to buy my shit before. Not my art shit. So it sparked an idea to offer more of my art shit for sale. That will be an added tab on here and I have no idea how i will charge or whatever. Another good thing, i have picked up my mother's biography again. "A woman's Lot". Still wondering if i should write it as a screen play or a book again. ugh! maybe i should stick with a book and let the professionals decide whether it is "movie worthy". I have dropped a few rough drafts on some friends to read "Love is Irrelevant" and tell me what they think....no answer yet....no news is good news? That's it, then. All i've done since we last spoke. So here we were, in the high school gymnasium. Lights splashing on us. Mirror ball putting stars all around us. That’s when the slow dance came on. It was “Lady In Red”. I asked her if she’d dance a slow one with me but she never answered. She just took my hand and wrapped her arms around me when we got to our spot.
She smelled terrific. It felt great to have her head lying on my chest. I just sang along with the song, reveling in how good it felt to have her this close to me. She looked up at me, those brown eyes searching mine. Then she looked down at my lips and I moved in and kissed her. It was like lightning hitting me in the chest. I don’t know how long we held that first kiss, but it felt like forever. Well, I decided to stay in Minnesota, found a nice 2 br in a small rural town an hour and a half west of Minneapolis. It sucks to start over, but like Tony Soprano said "Whaddya gonna do?"
The book "Love is Irrelevant" is coming along nicely. It's rough, both composition and emotionally, but it feels good to get it all out there. Here is a sneak peek: 1975. Queens, New York. That’s me, 5 years old and I’ve already bashed in my first head with a baseball bat. Vincent Colletti laid there with his head split open next to my peddle car shaped like the batmobile. Blood pooling around his skull. I'm going to be honest with you. Life has been a rough bastard for the past year, and it doesn't seem to be letting up.
I lived with pneumonia for the first part of 2016, then in June I was diagnosed with lung cancer. July I had the upper right lobe of my lung taken out and spent the rest of summer recovering from surgery. Then I lost a really great relationship. Then I lost a really good friend to cancer. Now, I've spent the last month and a half caring for my mother who has dementia/emphysema. It looks like I'll be making the move here for longer to care for her. This means I will be losing a really great job I have and finding a new one. I have been spending the last month writing the book "Love is Irrelevant" and it has been one really hard journey to take because it is a piece of my life that has really happened. I've just given it to my main character Matthew McGrath. It's just hard to relive some of those memories, and the more I write about them, the more others come out that I thought I buried deep. If there is any lesson that will come out of this (other than coming out with a really great story), it's that I came out of it okay. I'm still alive, I still have great kids, and I still have friends and family who love me in their own special way. bottom line: it is what it is. I hope that you'll enjoy this journey. Maybe even cringe at some parts. who knows...maybe someday it will be a movie..... This started as a memoir. The beginning title was "Love and Insanity", which was taken from instances in my life and some of the dysfunctional relationships I have been in. Then I had another story that was about the relationship I had with a woman I thought was my soul mate and that we had loved each other through various incarnations of our lives. That one was called "Te Aroha", dealing with the ancient Maori migration and the main character coming across a Lakota Blackfoot woman.
After dealing with cancer for the second time around, I thought I would write about a guy who was suicidal throughout his dysfunctional life. When he finally comes to terms with himself and his past, cancer claims his life. That little gem was going to be titled "Irrelevant". Having all of those ideas that were kind of falling along the same lines, it dawned on me that I was kind of telling the same story with different characters. So i decided to mix all 3 stories and bring them together with the above title "Love is Irrelevant". This is a step out for what I usually publish, but it's been a story i've been wanting to tell for quite a long time. As far back as 1986 when I was writing scripts about how I wanted life to end up for me. That old script will see it's likeness in this novel. I'm hoping you enjoy it when it's time to release it. David W. Moore III has been a long time friend, fellow published author, fellow cancer patient. He not only encouraged me in writing and always supported and shared my achievements with his friends; he also cheered me on and chatted with me during my own bout with cancer. He published many books, one of which was in the works of being made into a movie. I just learned today that my friend lost his battle with a rare form of cancer. Shedding many tears for you, my friend, thanks for the love and support; save me a place where ever you are. Rest in Peace.
#fuckcancer Nyctophobia: another anthology of horror sold over 300 kindle copies! Thanks again everyone and I cannot stress enough to please review on Amazon when you get the chance. Good or bad, you help the circulation of the book on Amazon.
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