Okay, fine.

I started querying some more. It's Wednesday. Days are arbitrary. Smashwords is still processing for the premium catalog. Then I can think about trying to promote some more. And then I'm worried "is the title not right?" and all these other nonsenses, but I'm only worrying about these things because the weather is awful today and I'm spending too much time in front of my laptop.

That's also why I'm catching up here.  I think it's fine.

Simple, sure, but it's what it is. I'm not a Photoshop master, and the extent of my abilities at this moment are putting text on a picture, and that's what I'm going to stick with until I write my second book, because every time I change the cover Smashwords has to go through the approval process again, and honestly I think this looks great. It fits. It's "indie"-ish, which is the idea I want to get across.

Then there is a book about a 20-something who loses his job and has to fight off the old itch of alcoholism with a cross-country adventure that leads him to an old love and a logging camp in Washington. It's a travel narrative, sure, but I like to think of it as more than that, an experimental employment of dual narratives, achronological meanderings, yet it's incisive, the biting voice of a 14 year old haunting a 20-something man who feels like he's failing. Yeah.

You can download samples if you're interested.

I feel okay about all of this. I'm still trying the traditional route, as well, to see if anything snags. This is all about snagging a line. A big game of fishing. And I suppose when a million or more ebooks are already in circulation it's about finding the right "market", and really just the right readers.

I know there are people out there who want smart, experimental, "indie" literature, the kind of people like Neutral Milk Hotel and The Royal Tenenbaums. Right?

Maybe no one wants to read this sort of thing and the writing I'm doing is just some sort of dream-chasing therapy. That's okay, too. I like being 21 and being myself and being here, playing music, strumming my guitar in the Upper Peninsula. This is who I am. I am a writer, musician, pseudo-philosopher, lover of life.

But it's cold today. Yeah, it is.