Friday, February 28, 2014

Quarter Life Crisis

I just finished my manuscript tentatively titled Quarter Life Crisis. It is just over 35,000 words meaning depending on the font and page size will be between 150-200 pages long. Like I have mentioned before I have some pending offers with a couple of Publishing houses, dependent on the reading of the full manuscript. I will keep everyone updated on the progress of the final draft and subsequent publishing details (hopefully). Thanks for all the support and love. Let me know what you think, and tell your pals, geez. Below are a few more excerpts, not necessarily in order; disjointed and random just like I like it. Enjoy. There will be no more samples until the book is published. Be easy.

Excerpt I-

The disquiet I felt came mostly from the fact that I so rarely felt this way about a girl. It was like finding a small diamond on a dirt road, and then misplacing it. Losing the diamond is so distressing because you know how unlikely it is to find another rock so precious. Pebbles and muddied stones were all over, but they lacked any real value and often crumbled with ease. I knew there were other wonderful stones out there, but I knew it would not be easy to find another one.  

Excerpt II-

It was like viewing the Northern Lights; it was beautiful, even breath taking at moments, and for lack of a better word, magical. Alas, it was fleeting and we both were very aware of it. But you don’t watch the Aurora Borealis while discussing its brevity, you enjoy it. You take in the stunning vista and let the auroral colors consume you.

Excerpt III-

 There are myriad forms of kissing, but when it comes to passionate kissing, the kind that gets sloppy and requires extra oxygen, there are two types. They are both likely to produce a good time, but the first is more of a routine sort of recreation; it is fun but nothing special. It is exciting, but just a notch above being platonic. The second form of kissing mirrors the first in every physical aspect, but for some unknown reason it becomes chemical. It becomes much more than a monotonous flinching of facial muscles, and metamorphoses into an unexplainable force of kinetic energy. The Kissing that was had between us was of the latter nature. It’s like out faces were soul mates.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Excerpts Part II- Untitled Manuscript

My book is almost finished. I expect to be finished with the first draft within the next few days. I have heard back from a few publishing houses. One of them offered me a contract, but I would have to front 1,000 bucks for their marketing services. The other company based in London has read my first 3 chapters and has now requested the full manuscript. If they like the rest they will give me a book deal. I still have to go through the arduous editing process, and the task of picking a publisher that will be best for my work. But the end is near, and that is exciting. Below are a few more excerpts to hold you over until the whole thing is published. I still haven't finalized the title, but the memoir will be about my experiences with dating, relationships, being broke, being in that quarter-life crisis stage and all the misadventures and foibles that go along with that. Again note that the following excerpts are not sequential and are more or less random selections. Enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think. Much love.

Excerpt I-

 Her hair was the color of some dark wood I had never seen before. Her eyes were big and kind. Her body was five-star. But what I couldn’t keep my eyes off of was her face. You hear people talk about natural beauty, and the kind of beauty that makes you look twice. This was a hybrid of the two, with an extra portion of regal appeal. Her nose was hand-crafted by the gods, made with a kind of cartilage this world has never seen. Her skin was a light brown tone, hinting at an ambiguous ethnic background. Her features captivated me to no end. I finally knew how Adam felt when God placed Eve in the garden with him, for it was as if I was seeing the female species for the very first time.

Excerpt II-

 The fantasy swiftly and mercilessly disappeared like a fallen contact lens in a crowded venue. From a distance I watched her laugh and caress his arm following what had to have been a magnificently told anecdote. I stopped staring and chalked it up as a loss. She certainly wasn't the first stunning and unattainable woman I had seen or met in my life.

Excerpt III-

When you break up with someone for good you always secretly hope that they will gain sixty pounds or that their teenage acne will return or perhaps they will lose all their teeth in a horrific dental catastrophe. Unfortunately this rarely happens. They usually look better. They look well-rested, better dressed and perky in all the right places. This makes us fear that the reason they look so good is because now we are gone. They look better because that diseased monkey is off their back. And that is a tough thought to entertain.

Excerpt IV-

I am pretty sure that no one had kissed this well in the history of kissing, be it French or any other nationality. We were two people with a rocky past and a precarious future, but our libidos knew nothing of betrayal or dubious forthcomings. So, we continued this quasi violent barrage of snogging, dismissing anything that dared to approach our minds. It is hard to think about the future when someone is kissing your neck and grabbing your thighs. You can try, but your focus will be invaded and destroyed. We laid on that thin carpet and kissed for hours. We would stop intermittently to look into each other’s eyes and remind ourselves how much we missed each other. It was something out of a young adult novel, it was lunatic love. Of course any utterance of the word love at this time would have sent fatal shock waves through the core of our relationship. 

Excerpt V-

After I had typed every word, checked its grammatical accuracy and vacillated over alternative sentences and adjectives I pressed send. Right after a moment like this, you want and half expect a response within thirty seconds. You forget that the person on the other side of your correspondence might not be clutching their phone awaiting a life-altering text message. They might actually be living their lives. You know this, but you fear that they saw the text and simply decided that responding or even reading it was not a pressing matter. I often bemoan the fact that I did not live in the days where jilted lovers and hopeful romantics sent and received letters. I would kill for a mushy missive full of cursive lettering and flowery confessions. Instead I receive pithy text messages with smiley faces and superfluous letters to emphasize enthusiasm. No one would take the time to write an epistle that only said “yessss, I miss yooou, let’s hang soooon!!!!”

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Excerpt I from Untitled Memoir

I have had this idea for some time now, but I have finally started the task of writing a manuscript. It is going to be in the form of a memoir. It will be about life in your twenties, relationships, and the misadventures of my life. That is as much as I can reveal at the present time. Below I have selected just a couple of disjointed paragraphs that should leave you a little befuddled and curious for more. I hope to finish said book within the next 4-6 months at which time a definitive title will be announced and any further information on possible publishing. I would love any comments or input you may have. Just remember these excerpts are random, and not chronological.

Excerpt 1

.........The invention of text messaging has made breaking up, an already far from innocuous process, a deleterious and dragged-out fist fight. It is much easier to send an ill-advised text with some mawkish content like “I miss you”, or the subtler “How are you?” than to pick up the phone and generate a real conversation with someone that likely does not want to speak to you. So, just when you think you are out of those pesky woods, having gone four or five days without communication, you receive a schmaltzy text, immediately thrusting you back into that self-deprecating pool of sadness you thought you had just climbed out of. Soon this cyclical concourse of events breaks you down. You know the texting is unhealthy, and that despite all of her pally texts she does not want to get back together, she just does not want to lose you altogether. This harsh realization comes and goes like the fickle precipitation of February. But denial does not last; you know the veracity of the matter. You know it is over, and that she will never care about you like you care about her. These truths are only homologated by the indie alternative songs that endlessly seep through your headphones into your fragile ears hour after hour, day after day.

Excerpt 2

.........Over the next couple of days we participated in the required dalliance of flirtatious, playful and strategic texts, a sort of non-verbal warm-up to our scheduled outing. On Thursday I was studying in the library when I got a phone call from the girl that will now be called Lilly. I answered a little bemused, since the plan was for me to call her the following day to confirm our meeting. Turns out she had dialed me by mistake in an attempt to send a text. Her nervous confession coupled with her delicate voice twisted a knot in my stomach almost foretelling a future of felicity and good fortune. It was as if I had swallowed a fortune cookie and now understood and believed its cosmic power to produce good luck. Our skittish confabulation stretched on for several minutes, as we both realized we enjoyed whatever was on the other side of that telephone call.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

5 Secrets to Dominating 2K14

With the advent of another new year my mind is caught up into sundry topics and debilitating anxieties and concerns. I have so much I want to accomplish, so many changes to be made.  I have old habits I want to leave in the past and new forms of dominating I would like to put into practice. But what happens when after a week or so you have already failed? Do we surreptitiously make a new list of goals and just pretend the year only has some 350 days? Do we just wallow in our shortcomings and come to grips with the reality of our outlandish goals? Do we go back to the drawing board and make smaller, more manageable goals? There is not one correct answer. The important thing to do is to move forward, progress. If we are not moving forward, we are inevitably traveling backwards. Maybe this year we will not engage in life-threatening climbs in Nepal, perhaps we will not get engaged period. We may not get the job promotion that we seek, and we may not read all the books and see all the culturally significant things that we would like to this year. There are only 52 weeks, and innumerable unforeseen hiccups along the way. So how can we shoot for the stars and avoid future discouragement? How can we be extremely successful even if not all our goals are met? Well, here are my ideas. They might not work for you, but I am guessing that if followed they will have some positive sway upon your prodigious subconscious.

1.    Make two sets of goals

After feeling unsatisfied with my goals last year I decided to take a new approach.  I make two lists of goals; the first list being types of goals that can be documented or accounted for i.e. write in my journal every day, read 35 books, pay off all debts, etc. These types of goals are important because we hold ourselves accountable. Making a goal just to read more books is too vague, it lacks a certain attainability. So I make a list of between 10 and 20 goals that I can look back on and say, I definitely did or did not accomplish that. You do not want to make 50 goals of this nature; it is overwhelming and will have a negative effect on your productivity. Also, just making 5 or so goals is just not ambitious enough. Peruse your psyche and find areas of your life that you wish to improve upon, and surf the trivial waves of leisure, pleasure and joy, for these things are important too.

Then I will make a list of what I call abstract goals. These are goals that are not as easily cataloged or compartmentalized, i.e. be more gregarious, keep in better contact with old friends, be more genuine with my eulogies, waste less time on social media, etc. All of these can be accompanied by a specific game plan of how to accomplish them, but the results may not be as concrete as the first list, and that is okay. The point is to improve and ameliorate our life through personal accountability.

2.    Review Goals Daily

You need to come up with some way to look at your goals every single day. Maybe you keep this annotated list in your wallet, on your phone, or in your journal, but it is imperative that the words meet your eyes on a daily basis. I know you are thinking that is excessive, especially if you have a decent memory. But, we humans have a tendency to conform to the ‘out of sight out of mind’ notion. If we do not beat the proverbial dead horse, it seems to come back to life and kick us with its sinister back legs. So repetition and redundancy is the order of the day.

3.    Add to Your List

As the year flows forward you will find little things that you woefully neglected to put on your New Years’ Resolution list. It is okay to add to your list, it is not laminated; it has likely not been canonized and sent to the Vatican City. So simply get out a pen and expand your list as you see fit. New circumstances will elicit new motivation and fresh ideas, there is no reason to leave these ambitions behind just because it is April and that is apparently no time to make goals. Every time is a time to make goals. Add to your bloody list.

4.    Share Your Goals

Some of your goals and desires will be private, that is copacetic. Not everyone needs to know that you are trying desperately to quit a disgusting habit. Not everyone requires a knowledge of your delusional goals about romance. However most of our goals should be shared with those that are close to us, those who edify us. It is another form of being accountable. Sometimes when you are struggling and falling behind it is helpful and encouraging to have a friend tell you that you need not surcease. Subtle encouragement from loved ones can make an unbelievable difference. I know I at times am sick of myself and the useless tautologies that circle around my head; I need an outside voice, a familiar reassurance. So let a few in on the things you want to accomplish, it might help them to eventually be realized.

5.    What If You Fail?

Real failure is failure to start again. We will all likely fall short of our goals. If we accomplish every last one of our goals perfectly, perhaps we aimed too low in the first place. Upon not realizing a specific goal we should not pout and wonder why we could not be better people. This is the time to start again. If you made a goal to not smoke a cigarette the entire year, but three months in you broke down and had a fag, do not abandon your goal. Just accept that you messed up, forgive yourself and put it in the past. Far too often we are weighed down by our ugly transgressions of yesteryear. Realize that you are not perfect, and that you can and will do better tomorrow and the day after that.

January first is a splendid time to make goals. But we can start our list whenever we want. Our year does not have to be in accordance with the Gregorian calendar. We can use the Berber calendar, the Chinese calendar, the Islamic calendar, or if we are feeling the true need to back track and start over we can use the Juche calendar where it is only the year 103. The good news is that you do not have to make your New Year’s Resolutions until April 15; the bad news is that that day is in commemoration of the birth of Kim Il Sung. Whatever it may be, make goals, write them down and do your best. 2k14 baby.