I have a torn rotator cuff.
It doesn't look like much from this x-ray but it hurts like a bad motherfucker from hell - which a great song by The Datsuns. You may send flowers if you wish. The odd thing about internal injuries is that nobody believes you're hurting because there's no blood or gore to show how bad it is... not that I was looking for sympathy here. It was just an observation.
Which makes it a lot like writing. If you haven't got a book out, you're not doing anything. Doesn't matter if you're crying on the inside over your words, planning, proofing or beating yourself up for some reason - if you have no book for people to look at, then you're probably sitting around on your behind watching tennis.
And the horrible thing is, when your book comes out, at first it will be judged by the cover (regardless) and that's the part you likely had no part of - unless you're me, in which case, it's all my own fault.
Even worse - because we all like to see the world spin super-fast - if you do have a book out today, rejoice like a crazy person being showered with ash at the end of the world because tomorrow, somebody else will have a book out and you will be Yesterday's News.
Hey - we all helped to build the monster.
Jeez - who would be dumb enough to spend thousands of hours being creative when all you have is a tiny window through which to launch your product at the world! A window so small, there's also every chance you'll hit the frame and your thousands of hours will simply fall to the floor.
Me for a start and if you're reading, possibly you - and I wouldn't change a thing.
Writer's write and there's nothing you can do about it. You either are one or you're not. Writer's write, photographer's shoot etc... and one day, there will be blood.
A word from the wings of my life... I am (maybe) a day away from competing a novella here. I may have mentioned it previously but it is now fast approaching that thing called 'reality'. It's called The Man Who Lived Again. Aside from that, I'm not going to say anything else about it... you can figure that out for yourselves.
More news as I get closer to the end-game - but it makes me happy to be putting something new out. It's been a long time.
This album comes out soon - in a limited edition of 500 copies too. These sessions are wonderful if my memory is holding up like it should and the live album comes from a show I was at when the band where at the very peak of their game. If you ever loved The Dogs D'Amour, you can pretty much file this under essential. You can pre-order it direct from Cargo Records right here. I hope it never becomes available for streaming. Some things you really should own in the real world and this is one of them.
