Blog No. 335
I did not intend for my breakfast reviews to end up getting me anything. My intention was to talk about places where I enjoy going to get a good breakfast. I didn’t even think that the people who own the restaurant would read them. While I meant to be positive in my assessments (as I’m really only reviewing places I already like) I have pointed out some things that I didn’t like, or would prefer in a different way. Some of it was just being honest and some was for comedy (whether you think so or not, I’m funny).
The people at Deb’s Place happened to read my review and pointed out that I could get my potatoes without onions, and they did so the last time I was there (which was on a Wednesday, when I said that their hours stated that they are open but I thought they weren’t). They have also asked if I would be interested in kicking off an Artist of the Month at their restaurant. My new book, The Neon Heart will be available there for a month, then I will help them find another fantastic local writer to have their book featured. Again, none of that was my intention, but it worked in my favour and should continue to work in the favour of other local authors, so thank you to the fine folks at Deb’s who are open when they say they are and will gladly make you potatoes without onions. I’ll have the information available on the The Neon Heart book page when it’s available for purchase there. Continue reading “Breakfast Reviews 2019: Part Four”
I forgot how fun it can be to go to an event and actually sell some books. Don’t get me wrong. It’s work. It’s making sure everything is organized and packed ahead of time, getting up early and piling everything into the car, finding where you are supposed to go and where you can (or can’t) park, then carrying everything to your table, sitting there for eight or more hours, packing it all up, and heading home. Most of the day is spent sitting at the table, greeting the people who wander by, giving the same pitch over and over again. It seems like no big deal, but it can be exhausting. When you have two events in two day, in two cities (though it’s easier when one of them is in your home town) the fatigue is magnified. Those days can feel like years. Sure, it can be fun and when you go year after year, you make friends, but the one thing that helps more than anything else is getting the first sale and keeping the momentum from there. 
Okay. Three months in and I already messed up. That’s fine. I’m not upset. You shouldn’t be either. I was trying to get a 
You know when you go to the doctor and they ask you about your drinking habits? How many drinks do you have in a week, sort of thing? (Once, my doctor told me that he was taught to triple whatever his patients tell him). I never know how to properly answer that one. It varies so wildly that I have to look at months in order to get an average. I can go for three months without having a drink, but if a friend is in town (maybe one from Owen Sound) that number could be six beers plus a-pitcher-and-a-half in two days. Add to those drinks, two late nights, and things get groggy. Don’t think that I was only out drinking, though. My good friend from my video store days had tickets to wresting and invited me along. It was a first for me, but it was a good time. Those wrestler folks do some crazy acrobatics. It’s certainly fun to watch. 
You’re reading this on Thursday (or maybe not, but it’s posted on Thursday). That means tomorrow is the day I’m supposed to get The Neon Heart to the printer in a desperate attempt to get good copies in my hand for April 14th for the 
Felling the need to comment on something is usually a good sign that you should just keep your mouth shut. Often, comments are unwelcome, uninformed, and unwarranted. I will, however, make a comment on how much daylight saving time is the pits. I doubt too many people will come to its defense (and if they do, they’re wrong). I hate daylight saving time. I hate how stupid and pointless it is. I hate how pointlessly disruptive it is. I hate how it seems to have hung on well beyond the reasons for it’s initial creation. I hate that it’s not universal and there are people out there who don’t have to put up with it, but most of all, I hate that I do have to put up with it. That’s all I have to say on the subject for now. I may have something to add when we switch back, but I have more important things to discuss, like what the heck am I going to do when The Neon Heart is finished. 