I will not be posting here tomorrow. I just wanted to let everyone...okay, my fans know...the one person who stumbled onto this blog...whatever, I'm advising myself not to come here tomorrow because I'll be blogging elsewhere tomorrow, instead of here.
Just how much of a consequence is that going to be? Well, as there well might be no one who reads me here, it really doesn't matter at all, now does it?
But I type it out anyway because it is a good beginning. Well, it gets the blog begun at least, I can take it from there. Even if I can only take it two steps, it is still two more steps than none.
So make of that what you will, I have to go now.
No, I don't have to go, I choose to go...to another blog, to hopefully post something better than this. Not that this was a waste of your time, it's just that this posting struck me as being meh.
Next when, whenever that will be.
Charles Petrie
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Naera Klaide: Earth Woman
How long has it been
She asked me sweetly
With a smile in her eyes
And kindness in her heart
So I answered her true
For it was what I had to do
Too long by far
But not far too long
That I forgot
Just who needed to answer
For the pain I'd known
Away from the Bone
And a look of fear
Flashed across her face
And I knew I'd spoken rashly
For she was about to seal me up again
And that I could not allow
So as easy to my eyes
As she so was
I did what needed done
And struck her down
Then being in a mood
Of mercy for the weak
I merely put her in my place
And sealed her up
So's I could have my turn
And make the planet burn
If they didn't give me what
I so so deserved
She asked me sweetly
With a smile in her eyes
And kindness in her heart
So I answered her true
For it was what I had to do
Too long by far
But not far too long
That I forgot
Just who needed to answer
For the pain I'd known
Away from the Bone
And a look of fear
Flashed across her face
And I knew I'd spoken rashly
For she was about to seal me up again
And that I could not allow
So as easy to my eyes
As she so was
I did what needed done
And struck her down
Then being in a mood
Of mercy for the weak
I merely put her in my place
And sealed her up
So's I could have my turn
And make the planet burn
If they didn't give me what
I so so deserved
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Now Why Do That
Click Bang Whirr and Maeris Talston-Barnes, two stories that got their start as Blog Titles, that struck enough of a chord in me to become story poems have indeed been set into Tuesday 42, my poetry monthly.
I hadn't done that before, taken a poem that I hadn't originally written out in pencil, almost exclusively away from home and meant to include it in Tuesday 42, granted this has only been a consideration since January, as Tuesday 42 is new, but considering this is the end of May now...that's a development worth mentioning.
Well, not really, but I made mention of it anyway.
8-D.
Hey, I have a quiet life, I have to use what I can use to post the occasionally easy to write blogs, that flow nicely.
And it is a development...as well as showing that I am pretty damn talented that a blog title can spark a story that could one day grow up to be a movie.
Why not? Why can't a story poem be something that can spark a movie? Sure, there'd need to be lots of prose added and perhaps the complete absence of any poetry, but still it would be that a poem sparked a movie.
And me, if not the first, because for all I know, it's already happened, I'll be one of the best at it. Yes, at least three of my story poems will one day be feature films.
Quick, delete that...no, I will not delete it. Nope. I just have to make it happen.
Oh Hells.
8-p.
Next when, where I boldly predict that my screenplay will be optioned before I am 42.
Charles Petrie
I hadn't done that before, taken a poem that I hadn't originally written out in pencil, almost exclusively away from home and meant to include it in Tuesday 42, granted this has only been a consideration since January, as Tuesday 42 is new, but considering this is the end of May now...that's a development worth mentioning.
Well, not really, but I made mention of it anyway.
8-D.
Hey, I have a quiet life, I have to use what I can use to post the occasionally easy to write blogs, that flow nicely.
And it is a development...as well as showing that I am pretty damn talented that a blog title can spark a story that could one day grow up to be a movie.
Why not? Why can't a story poem be something that can spark a movie? Sure, there'd need to be lots of prose added and perhaps the complete absence of any poetry, but still it would be that a poem sparked a movie.
And me, if not the first, because for all I know, it's already happened, I'll be one of the best at it. Yes, at least three of my story poems will one day be feature films.
Quick, delete that...no, I will not delete it. Nope. I just have to make it happen.
Oh Hells.
8-p.
Next when, where I boldly predict that my screenplay will be optioned before I am 42.
Charles Petrie
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Could You Say That Again
Click bang whirr
How you want it sir
No reason to say
I would do it anyway
The first line I wrote because it was the title of the blog I just posted somewhere else. And the other three lines were built off of that. Though admittedly, it is a bit of a head scratcher eh?
I thought so too.
Your intent is clear
And what we have here
Is not at all good
Is that understood
Gee, I had to do some work on the second verse, because the fist one started off oddly.
Yes yes I do of course
Though sad I am indeed
That you must be the first
Maybe I was cursed
That this it had to be
Wait for it, you know what's coming next...don't you? I spelled it out clearly enough.
And bang went the gun
The hero was done
And his helpful helper
Was the doer of the deed
I knew you you knew that was coming. You're a good reader.
Thus nothing would be the same
Not ever not again
Not even when
Wait, is the hero dead, or just wounded?
So the blackening heart
Of the previously helpful man
Compelled him to do
A good follow through
Well, not good in that sense, just good for his freedom.
Hmm, that's interesting, I saw a different way about this when I quickly read it through. There's now two paths to explore here. Gee, am I going to take this from here and put it into Tuesday 42? Something to think about for sure.
That hasn't happened yet, that something I first wrote online made it into my Tuesday 42 work. Now the question is, should it?
Next when.
Charles Petrie
How you want it sir
No reason to say
I would do it anyway
The first line I wrote because it was the title of the blog I just posted somewhere else. And the other three lines were built off of that. Though admittedly, it is a bit of a head scratcher eh?
I thought so too.
Your intent is clear
And what we have here
Is not at all good
Is that understood
Gee, I had to do some work on the second verse, because the fist one started off oddly.
Yes yes I do of course
Though sad I am indeed
That you must be the first
Maybe I was cursed
That this it had to be
Wait for it, you know what's coming next...don't you? I spelled it out clearly enough.
And bang went the gun
The hero was done
And his helpful helper
Was the doer of the deed
I knew you you knew that was coming. You're a good reader.
Thus nothing would be the same
Not ever not again
Not even when
Wait, is the hero dead, or just wounded?
So the blackening heart
Of the previously helpful man
Compelled him to do
A good follow through
Well, not good in that sense, just good for his freedom.
Hmm, that's interesting, I saw a different way about this when I quickly read it through. There's now two paths to explore here. Gee, am I going to take this from here and put it into Tuesday 42? Something to think about for sure.
That hasn't happened yet, that something I first wrote online made it into my Tuesday 42 work. Now the question is, should it?
Next when.
Charles Petrie
Friday, May 23, 2008
Hornets Dancing On Mars
I will return
To my rabbits soon enough
I have no intent
To forget their anger
I just had need
Of pausing in their telling
For the happening of
Some other things
Of course, I also never intended to "abandon" another story, on yet another blog of mine where insects were crawling out of a man who wasn't a man. Yet I have. But, I know that I will eventually finish that story, because it is too good not to.
It's just a question of when, like with the rabbits, that are on a different blog than this one.
So why am I telling you this, when I don't even think I've even said where that website is? Hmm, that's an excellent point.
The rabbit tale, to this point can be seen in two places, where it originated, on icq.com, under FibblePot's Brew, beginning in early April, the exact date not in front of me, or known by heart. And in writerscafe.org, under Jason_Leaf.
There, now you know.
And now, I can go, I still have much writing to do and less than two hours in which to do it. But no worries, I'll get done what I need to get done.
Charles Petrie
To my rabbits soon enough
I have no intent
To forget their anger
I just had need
Of pausing in their telling
For the happening of
Some other things
Of course, I also never intended to "abandon" another story, on yet another blog of mine where insects were crawling out of a man who wasn't a man. Yet I have. But, I know that I will eventually finish that story, because it is too good not to.
It's just a question of when, like with the rabbits, that are on a different blog than this one.
So why am I telling you this, when I don't even think I've even said where that website is? Hmm, that's an excellent point.
The rabbit tale, to this point can be seen in two places, where it originated, on icq.com, under FibblePot's Brew, beginning in early April, the exact date not in front of me, or known by heart. And in writerscafe.org, under Jason_Leaf.
There, now you know.
And now, I can go, I still have much writing to do and less than two hours in which to do it. But no worries, I'll get done what I need to get done.
Charles Petrie
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Roasted PeaPods Are An Aphrodisiac
Not so much new to say
Yet here I am but anyway
Though longer I could let
Before I was here again
I chose me to come
And write a little bit now
About the only new thing to have happened is I printpublished 10 copies of the second issue of my poetry monthly, Tuesday 42. I drew the cover myself. Well, made use of a drawing program to be more precise. I don't draw...well, which would be me giving myself more credit than I am worth, for this skill.
The Spell Checker here does not like my printpublishing word. Well, too darn bad Spell Checker, it is a word I will continue to use.
8-p.
Well here I was
It was nice to drop on by
But other things
They presently
So call to me
Thus off I go
May you be well
And wish to me myself
The very same
Charles Petrie
Yet here I am but anyway
Though longer I could let
Before I was here again
I chose me to come
And write a little bit now
About the only new thing to have happened is I printpublished 10 copies of the second issue of my poetry monthly, Tuesday 42. I drew the cover myself. Well, made use of a drawing program to be more precise. I don't draw...well, which would be me giving myself more credit than I am worth, for this skill.
The Spell Checker here does not like my printpublishing word. Well, too darn bad Spell Checker, it is a word I will continue to use.
8-p.
Well here I was
It was nice to drop on by
But other things
They presently
So call to me
Thus off I go
May you be well
And wish to me myself
The very same
Charles Petrie
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Red Peaches
Well, that took long enough. Damn site was being sluggishly slow to allow me to begin my posting. Stupid slow!
Not that I have anything to say. So why am I here then, when I have already done "more than enough writing"?
Because, I want to be here. Practice is good and this kind of writing is practice. If you have a problem with that...that's just too bad, I'm going to be here for a long time to come.
8-p.
Well, time to scattle off. One last posting for me.
Charles Petrie
Not that I have anything to say. So why am I here then, when I have already done "more than enough writing"?
Because, I want to be here. Practice is good and this kind of writing is practice. If you have a problem with that...that's just too bad, I'm going to be here for a long time to come.
8-p.
Well, time to scattle off. One last posting for me.
Charles Petrie
Friday, May 16, 2008
There Is No Such Thing As Red Apples
There, just to see if you're paying attention. Are you?
Obviously red apples do exist. I just like having fun with my titles. Unfortunately, it isn't always so easy to have fun with my blogs. They're often hard to write. Like this one. Sigh. Fortunately, I still much time to write to a satisfactory length.
This is not that though
I need more you know
To be happy with the much I wrote
If not the quality
Then surely the quantity
Yes, quality is good. But at the end of the day, this is practice, the way I think of it, it just happens to be available for public. Well, this practice, the stories, interestingly enough, they aren' It's funny that it works that way eh?
LOL.
Well, there's my satisfied bell ringing. Be well, Next when.
Charles Petrie
Obviously red apples do exist. I just like having fun with my titles. Unfortunately, it isn't always so easy to have fun with my blogs. They're often hard to write. Like this one. Sigh. Fortunately, I still much time to write to a satisfactory length.
This is not that though
I need more you know
To be happy with the much I wrote
If not the quality
Then surely the quantity
Yes, quality is good. But at the end of the day, this is practice, the way I think of it, it just happens to be available for public. Well, this practice, the stories, interestingly enough, they aren' It's funny that it works that way eh?
LOL.
Well, there's my satisfied bell ringing. Be well, Next when.
Charles Petrie
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Clipped Wings
Whenever came today
But not for long
Though not stopped in full
The blogging that is
The less of it
I intend to do
So I'll not be here
Not everyday
Like before I was
Though maybe I will be
Some happier for that
And what is wrong if so I am
Whenever came today
But not for long
And when back I come
I know not when
Just that I will
Next when...Just not tomorrow. Be well.
Charles Petrie
But not for long
Though not stopped in full
The blogging that is
The less of it
I intend to do
So I'll not be here
Not everyday
Like before I was
Though maybe I will be
Some happier for that
And what is wrong if so I am
Whenever came today
But not for long
And when back I come
I know not when
Just that I will
Next when...Just not tomorrow. Be well.
Charles Petrie
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I'm back, but don't get used to it. I'll be gone for however long I am gone for...I think. I'm not feeling it now.
And you won't mind one bit. You're not even here.
And no, I won't go dull by not practicing much. Writing everyday, that keeps me sharp and that will not change.
Seems like I should go now. Be well.
Next when? Whenever.
Charles Petrie
And you won't mind one bit. You're not even here.
And no, I won't go dull by not practicing much. Writing everyday, that keeps me sharp and that will not change.
Seems like I should go now. Be well.
Next when? Whenever.
Charles Petrie
Friday, May 9, 2008
Baby Monkeys
I have a title. Now all I need is words in the body. And it seems like I've written these similar words at another one of my blogs somewhere. And I likely have.
Now what? One not quite really a paragraph is not enough to be a blog. Not for me. Something I've also made mention of before.
Who wants to wade through this? I'm having a tough time and I'm the writer. Sigh. But of course, I mean just this particular entry. I am definitely worth reading. Just not so much right here. This is...uh...meh.
Maybe I should just go now. I've put in my appearance and still might post more...umm, dreck at one more blog.
Next when? Soon.
Charles Petrie
Now what? One not quite really a paragraph is not enough to be a blog. Not for me. Something I've also made mention of before.
Who wants to wade through this? I'm having a tough time and I'm the writer. Sigh. But of course, I mean just this particular entry. I am definitely worth reading. Just not so much right here. This is...uh...meh.
Maybe I should just go now. I've put in my appearance and still might post more...umm, dreck at one more blog.
Next when? Soon.
Charles Petrie
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It was raining as I walked to the pub. yes, for all the 47 minutes that I walked. I got dampened, but the most important of what I had with me, my printpublished work did not get wet. Phew indeed. I take it along in case I make any sales, and to be frank, I have made most of my sales through the poetry reading times.
It was my thirtieth public recital of poetry and...meh, the crowd was loud. And when that happens, I feel something like a burden. The crowds talk during the musicers, but with them, they have the advantage of being louder somehow. I'd wager it's disconcerting still, but they're better off with that than me.
Sigh.
Luckily, it didn't more than drip some on the walk home. And that was good news which allowed me to do my offline writing on the way back. Yes, thanks to my palm treo, I can write and walk at the same time. Yay me!
Yes, I have no qualms about writing as I walk. I just don't do it enough. I maybe should do it more. Hmm, that would mean another story right? I'm in an extended period of writing on any particular story but once a day.
Hmm, Walking Tales. Or some such thing, that's workable as a title. Yes, that's definitely a workable thing.
Time for me to go now. Next when? maybe tomorrow, certainly Tuesday, possibly Monday.
Charles Petrie
It was my thirtieth public recital of poetry and...meh, the crowd was loud. And when that happens, I feel something like a burden. The crowds talk during the musicers, but with them, they have the advantage of being louder somehow. I'd wager it's disconcerting still, but they're better off with that than me.
Sigh.
Luckily, it didn't more than drip some on the walk home. And that was good news which allowed me to do my offline writing on the way back. Yes, thanks to my palm treo, I can write and walk at the same time. Yay me!
Yes, I have no qualms about writing as I walk. I just don't do it enough. I maybe should do it more. Hmm, that would mean another story right? I'm in an extended period of writing on any particular story but once a day.
Hmm, Walking Tales. Or some such thing, that's workable as a title. Yes, that's definitely a workable thing.
Time for me to go now. Next when? maybe tomorrow, certainly Tuesday, possibly Monday.
Charles Petrie
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Meeps
Ugh, I have to go out and read poetry tonight. And to be perfectly honest. I'd rather not. I would rather remain where I am right now, in my my own place.
But I've yet to miss a night of it since I started going to it and I'm not about to start now.
So I'll make myself ready and show up again.
Which means, I might as well call this a blog and begin tthe readying, after a good supper of course.
Next when, hopefully I'll have something better to write tomorrow.
Charles Petrie
But I've yet to miss a night of it since I started going to it and I'm not about to start now.
So I'll make myself ready and show up again.
Which means, I might as well call this a blog and begin tthe readying, after a good supper of course.
Next when, hopefully I'll have something better to write tomorrow.
Charles Petrie
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Five Toes Red
I have nothing at the moment that I feel pressed to write about, but the boss, well, he wants me to post a blog anyway and being one to do what the boss tells me, as best I can, even that happens to be poorly done, here I am.
Yeah, fine, whatever, the boss in this case is me. I want to post, even though I am as described above, not particularly possessed of anything to post about.
So why am I posting then? It's not like I am getting money for this and I am keenly sharp and in writing shape, having written daily for all but 21 of the days since January 01, 2000. So, again, why am I here?
I am here because I want to be here, posting, even though I don't have any particular nugget to write about.
And you are here here, because even if I have no particular nugget to write about, I still make it worth your while.
Okay, I don't know that there is any particular you here. I don't know that anyone has read these words than me myself and I.
Surely I'd rather a few or more eyes laid theirs upon these words, but...I don't lose sleep over it.
But yeah, sigh say I to this. it sucks to be a writer who maybe can't even get a few pairs of eyes on some goodly free writing.
And yet, I've made fourteen sales of my book and two of my monthly, so I've actually sold some of my writing, which is better than people from away reading my blogs, when their contribution to my well being isn't at the same level.
Anyway, that is all for this day. I'll be on my way now, I have something else to do, that made it important for me to get most of my posting done before that, than after it.
Next when.
Charles Petrie
Yeah, fine, whatever, the boss in this case is me. I want to post, even though I am as described above, not particularly possessed of anything to post about.
So why am I posting then? It's not like I am getting money for this and I am keenly sharp and in writing shape, having written daily for all but 21 of the days since January 01, 2000. So, again, why am I here?
I am here because I want to be here, posting, even though I don't have any particular nugget to write about.
And you are here here, because even if I have no particular nugget to write about, I still make it worth your while.
Okay, I don't know that there is any particular you here. I don't know that anyone has read these words than me myself and I.
Surely I'd rather a few or more eyes laid theirs upon these words, but...I don't lose sleep over it.
But yeah, sigh say I to this. it sucks to be a writer who maybe can't even get a few pairs of eyes on some goodly free writing.
And yet, I've made fourteen sales of my book and two of my monthly, so I've actually sold some of my writing, which is better than people from away reading my blogs, when their contribution to my well being isn't at the same level.
Anyway, that is all for this day. I'll be on my way now, I have something else to do, that made it important for me to get most of my posting done before that, than after it.
Next when.
Charles Petrie
Monday, May 5, 2008
Today's Good
And for today's good we have...sigh, no good to report, just the usuals. I wrote, I ate, I did other things.
Yep, I'm building my idea of a company right up. Just look at where I'll be in 20 years...
Umm, not like this I hope. if so, Yikes.
Okay, there's no way it will be "like this" in 20 years. Whatever "like this" is exactly. I could fully tell you, but I am not inclined to fully tell you.
But thanks for asking. lol.
I know I know
You didn't ask
You maybe even not
Have read me here
Or even would care
To read me at all
If someone gave to you
Some work of mine
That some of that
Is but to amuse
The author myself
For first I write for me
As I know indeed
There are others out there
Who will like as what I write
They just need to know it first
Next when.
Charles Petrie
Yep, I'm building my idea of a company right up. Just look at where I'll be in 20 years...
Umm, not like this I hope. if so, Yikes.
Okay, there's no way it will be "like this" in 20 years. Whatever "like this" is exactly. I could fully tell you, but I am not inclined to fully tell you.
But thanks for asking. lol.
I know I know
You didn't ask
You maybe even not
Have read me here
Or even would care
To read me at all
If someone gave to you
Some work of mine
That some of that
Is but to amuse
The author myself
For first I write for me
As I know indeed
There are others out there
Who will like as what I write
They just need to know it first
Next when.
Charles Petrie
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Thankful For Some Good
Hey hey
I had me a day
Not only did I make
A sale of my book
I also made I did
A sale of my monthly
But no hooting and hollering
For the dribs and the drabs
Of such goodly news
Ain't so won't
Keep me keep
So though to sleep
As ever when I next
With a smile in my heart
For the selling of my art
More need have I
For sales like this
Yes, a single sale of my monthly while good, isn't as good as a subscription. A single monthly sale is 3.00$, so the buying of full year's output, which is a "given", as the stories are sure to be consistently good and better would cost 36.00$, which is to my favour, whereas the subscription is 30.00$ and in the reader's favour. But I would have the money now, which is in my favour and enough subscriptions would be something I could take to a bank(For instance)to parlay into something else. It would also help with as yet to be advertiser partners.
Basically, I need lots of both to be honest. So it's a long road ahead of me. But better a victory such as today's than nothing. Like ten todays in a single day. Ah, yes. And multiply that by four, then by another four and I would be...overjoyed.
But I can't just dream myself there, I need lots of hard work, some helpful helpers and the smilings of luck.
Hmm. Wishes of well to me would be greatly appreciated.
Charles Petrie
I had me a day
Not only did I make
A sale of my book
I also made I did
A sale of my monthly
But no hooting and hollering
For the dribs and the drabs
Of such goodly news
Ain't so won't
Keep me keep
So though to sleep
As ever when I next
With a smile in my heart
For the selling of my art
More need have I
For sales like this
Yes, a single sale of my monthly while good, isn't as good as a subscription. A single monthly sale is 3.00$, so the buying of full year's output, which is a "given", as the stories are sure to be consistently good and better would cost 36.00$, which is to my favour, whereas the subscription is 30.00$ and in the reader's favour. But I would have the money now, which is in my favour and enough subscriptions would be something I could take to a bank(For instance)to parlay into something else. It would also help with as yet to be advertiser partners.
Basically, I need lots of both to be honest. So it's a long road ahead of me. But better a victory such as today's than nothing. Like ten todays in a single day. Ah, yes. And multiply that by four, then by another four and I would be...overjoyed.
But I can't just dream myself there, I need lots of hard work, some helpful helpers and the smilings of luck.
Hmm. Wishes of well to me would be greatly appreciated.
Charles Petrie
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Choosing Hockey Tonight
The second period begins with the Habs holding on to a slim 2-1 lead. This is gooder than has been the case in any of the games of the series following the first period. They have either tailed by 2 or been knotted at 0.
I am foregoing a showing of the first Narnia movie, the Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe on another channel. And as that of the like is more closer to my heart than sports, that is saying something.
Hmm, stop thinking and get writing, because I want to finish the writing before I eat my supper. And since hunger has reserved a seat for soon, I'd best get it done right?
Yes, finish the writing and then I can eat happy. Well, happiness in some way, depending on how the Canadiens are doing. Right now, they are still ahead, but 2-1 is not good enough. They(The Habs) need two more at least.
Go Habs Go!
They just got one of them, it is now 3-1 Montreal. Please Habs please!
Charles Petrie
I am foregoing a showing of the first Narnia movie, the Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe on another channel. And as that of the like is more closer to my heart than sports, that is saying something.
Hmm, stop thinking and get writing, because I want to finish the writing before I eat my supper. And since hunger has reserved a seat for soon, I'd best get it done right?
Yes, finish the writing and then I can eat happy. Well, happiness in some way, depending on how the Canadiens are doing. Right now, they are still ahead, but 2-1 is not good enough. They(The Habs) need two more at least.
Go Habs Go!
They just got one of them, it is now 3-1 Montreal. Please Habs please!
Charles Petrie
Friday, May 2, 2008
Bed Too Soon
I don't want to go to bed
But come the morrow
It is best I up and be
Rising like early
So bed the sooner
Is bed the better
It's free comic book day tomorrow and being there early gives me the better shot at getting a good freebie than being there later.
That and I'm thinking of going to a movie afterwards.
So I should go to bed shortly after midnight, the end of this day and the beginning of the next...but I know I won't.
Phuggar.
Meh, time to go. Still I have things to do.
Charles Petrie
But come the morrow
It is best I up and be
Rising like early
So bed the sooner
Is bed the better
It's free comic book day tomorrow and being there early gives me the better shot at getting a good freebie than being there later.
That and I'm thinking of going to a movie afterwards.
So I should go to bed shortly after midnight, the end of this day and the beginning of the next...but I know I won't.
Phuggar.
Meh, time to go. Still I have things to do.
Charles Petrie
Thursday, May 1, 2008
One Step At A Time
Ah phoof. I forgot to pass on the good news at my other blog about selling the first copy of Tuesday 42 #1 in the early AM.
Oh well, here will do me about as much good right? Sigh.
Sorry blogger.com, but you ain't doing me any kind of good, other than being another place to hone my writing at. The other place I speak of, has more potential to do that for me than you. it is just a question of if and when. Don't feel bad. 8-p.
So yes, I sold my first copy of Tuesday 42 #1, my poetry monthly, which spun out of the writing of my first book of poetry, which only happened because of my reading poetry at a local pub, that I only went to because one of the waitresses, who I met playing Softball, said I should come down one night. A good chain of events.
Now, if I can only sell a slew more, that will be something to write home about, as it were. Better than that slew of single sales would be a slew of subscriptions. Now if I sold a few slews of those, then I'd be happier much. That unfortunately, is a long way from here. Not that I should give up on that goal, I just need to realize it sure isn't an easy reach.
But the journey to sales' success has begun. Can't have two without one. 8-).
Next when, be well, dream your dreams, then live them out eh. Not for me, but for yourself.
Charles Petrie
Oh well, here will do me about as much good right? Sigh.
Sorry blogger.com, but you ain't doing me any kind of good, other than being another place to hone my writing at. The other place I speak of, has more potential to do that for me than you. it is just a question of if and when. Don't feel bad. 8-p.
So yes, I sold my first copy of Tuesday 42 #1, my poetry monthly, which spun out of the writing of my first book of poetry, which only happened because of my reading poetry at a local pub, that I only went to because one of the waitresses, who I met playing Softball, said I should come down one night. A good chain of events.
Now, if I can only sell a slew more, that will be something to write home about, as it were. Better than that slew of single sales would be a slew of subscriptions. Now if I sold a few slews of those, then I'd be happier much. That unfortunately, is a long way from here. Not that I should give up on that goal, I just need to realize it sure isn't an easy reach.
But the journey to sales' success has begun. Can't have two without one. 8-).
Next when, be well, dream your dreams, then live them out eh. Not for me, but for yourself.
Charles Petrie
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