Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Retreads and self publishing

I'M NOT REALLY retired. More like, a retread. Or retried.

I will say my stress level is waaaaaayyyyy down. And I like giving guitar lessons in the afternoons and not feel like I've been hit by a truck at work all day.

Sheryl continues to amaze me because running a business and dealing with all the different personalities is not easy. I like hanging out and schmoozing while she does all the real work. She left for a few hours earlier today and I was amazed at the people who came in and all the stuff we looked for, sold and talked about.

Sheryl insisted I write a short story and it turned out to be a good experience. We are exploring the brave new world of self publishing, so you may be seeing some stuff soon. My first story is about a guy who gets fired from his band and all the whacky stuff that goes on with playing music. The harder I tried to exaggerate the more realistic it became. No wonder Edge cried when he saw Spinal Tap.

Tonight I'm thinking about writing about my mom and the week I spent on my uncle's Lake Michigan beach seven years ago right after she died. I kept seeing her drift down the stairs to the beach and I still am not sure if I was dreaming.

We'll put a few stories together and see what happens.

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