wednes | In which I do not talk about boobs...

I've been resisting the urge to talk about the Open Source Boob Project or whatever it's called. It just seems like such a silly fanboy thing to do--not that I have anything against silly fanboys. I'm just noticing that it's getting far more blog time than it deserves. Although, my rack is pretty awesome. I don't blame anyone for wanting to feel me up. But I'm not giving it away for the asking, no matter how many decorative buttons are involved. Dang! I really wasn't going to post about this; I guess I just did.

Went to the dentist today for a massive cleaning. It took much less time than I thought it would. And it was very comfortable thanks to something called oraquix or something like that. It's an awesome numbing agent that they applied topically. It cost extra, but it was totally worth it--especially since H treated me to some dental work. Isn't that romantic? I still have to go back for some more work, but not till June. And I have to figure out what they want me to do with regards to oral surgery...I guess taking out what's left of my wisdom teeth. Would that be oral surgery? I bet so.

Week after next (the week of May 3) I'm being featured on Authors of MySpace as if authors there aren't a dime a dozen. I used to think writing a novel was a fairly unique accomplishment. But now it seems everybody and their satanic cousin is trying to hype a book of some kind. No books have really busted out of the E-book genre and become super popular. I spend a fair amount of time daydreaming that I will be that statistically insignificant book that surprises everyone and sells a million copies. Since I make a share of each book sold (I didn't get an advance) I would stand to make a shitload of money. Yes, that is the technical term: a shitload.

You know, Little Wednes always thought herself above money and it's trappings. I didn't want to be a "bread head" and worry about money or use it to measure the worth of a man. While I don't think less of anyone for being poor, I'm at a time in my life when I just wish I had more money. The only thing wrong with my life is that I just don't have enough money to do what I want. And I have some big plans. And since time is money, I also don't have enough time. But isn't that how we all live? Wishing we had more money and time so we could impact the world in ways we know we're capable of?

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Well, as much as I like to say that it is all about the money, I like to think of myself as not necessarily solely about the advancement of personal wealth. The problem is a cultural and economic one, which makes money the gateway to just about everything, and very little gets done for its own sake.

That's true.

I mean, I didn't write a novel for the purpose of making money. But now that it's coming out, I really want it to make me rich. Then I feel guilty for even wanting such a thing.

'I used to think writing a novel was a fairly unique accomplishment.'

Really? That's pretty much assumed knowledge in places like this.

Well, it's a practical consideration - nothing to feel guilty about really. As long as money drives the world economy, the more you have, the better your position. Maybe someday it won't matter, eh?

Ya think?

That would be nice.
Like Star Trek Next Generation...

i used to think that i ewas so above money and it didnt meran anything to have it o not to have it, but it is a crucial part of the world we live in and i cant fin a way around it yet, it is a beast that must be tamed tamed it is so deep on so many levels i dont quite understand it and i dont think i ever will, i know that that it bothers me and gets in the way of the things i want to do, i cant wrap my head around it and the concept of just exactly what it is

At first I thought you were kidding about such a thing existing, but then I looked it up and saw it was "Real" or at least as real as such a thing can be. Even I, great breast man than I am, is horrified by such a thing. Well, maybe HORRIFIED is a strong word...

I can't remember if I gave you my shipping address for your book or not. Let me know if I didn't, since this is April.

Yeah...I know what you mean.

I was surprised that you didn't post about it. Now I know why.

I should be getting the shipment of books soon.

I'll let you know if I need the address. You have a US addy for this, right?

Yep I do. I just wondered if I should email you my addy or not. I had told the publisher to send it to your address.

Then yes, go ahead and Email it to me.

Lwednes@yahoo.com

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