Nov 17

Nov 17 Is there an Impulsive Anonymous?

Wait! Let’s make one!

You know those ideas you get in the middle of the night, sometimes even when you’re sober and you get all holyfuckingshit about them and then in the morning you can’t believe how stupid they are?

That’s me all day long

Like for instance I just ran back from a Daisy walk – people were probably wondering what the fuck was chasing me – because of this great idea I had and it’s something entirely new for me, you know, as completely beyond my skill set as the trapeze.

Of course it was common sense that was chasing but I outran it, motherfuckers, and the idea is still in one piece even if the one piece is shaped like a trapezoid and happens to be somewhere in the vicinity of my esophagus and is very jumpy

So like I said the idea is about as out of character as me knitting a Tierra or authoring a fish-training manual or even a clean-living one.

Or is it?

I belong to a Facebook group called Canada Writes and the peeps are really great and helpful and when I put out a call for beta readers just last week, four people stepped up to the plate and I’ve already had wonderful feedback (as in amazingly helpful) from two of them, Jim and Willow, and the other two are working on it I am sure.

I post my blogs in the Canada Writes group and get maybe a dozen or so clicks which is very nice and all but you know when I started this blog I started it because a publisher who was very enthusiastic about The Whispering Gentlemen rejected it after all and he said this decision was made by the board because I didn’t have an on-line presence, mostly anyway, so I made one and that’s how and why feelingfunny.ca came to be. You know. To get my name out there a little so when I am googled, it looks like I’m a somebody. Like a somebody that will sell books.

Here’s what that publisher said and I’m paraphrasing: Fair or not, an author has to spend just as much time and effort promoting themselves as they spend writing.

Gak

Anyway I was afraid at first to start a blog because I am a real stick-with-it kind of person, prone to benders but that’s another story, and I was afraid that the blog would take over and I wouldn’t write any more stories or novels, and for a couple of months I didn’t write anything else, but then I did and I still am.

And how

Anyway yesterday I saw a funny cartoon somewhere and it was about apostrophes and I thought it was nice and smart and clever and since the people in Canada Writes are also nice and smart and clever I thought it would be nice and smart and clever to post it there, which I did, and boy was I right because the likes are a hundred and counting and that’s what I was thinking about on my walk this morning. All those hits.

And that’s when I decided I would like to be a cartoonist

Maybe it’s not that far-fetched after all. I mean I can sort of draw and I’m practically made out of captions so that’s why I have a trapezoid in my chest right now and that’s why common sense can just go fuck off.

Yup. It’s my calling. Because it’s like stand-up for shy people

Next post I will show you what I mean because what I have in my thorax now if I have one, is pretty specific, and although its not Boolean algebra, I do have to practice a spell (I feel a Clampet coming on).