“Hey, taking a breath or two is always a good idea. But what’s the plan after that? I mean, according to you they’re still closing in and all. Eventually, ya gotta get that OODA loop goin’, is all I’m saying.”
I’ve sold my house in Irvine, and am in the process of purchasing a home in the Las Vegas area. I will be in a much friendlier business environment, with a lower cost of living. The home I’m purchasing is nearly double the size of my current home and costs almost 50% less than what I sold my current home for.
Regected Riter (sic) may well be the funniest writer’s blog out there; certainly in my experience. Anyone who’s ever had to eat a rejection letter should love AG’s hilarious cut-and-paste of his own rejections (which he thereby, in his own terminology, transforms into regections). A salient example:
Thank you for applying to the We Are Edgy Because We Wear Our Sunglasses Indoors and In the Dark Lab this year. We enjoyed skimming through your work while hung over and on the toilet and getting to know your voice by pretending to read Not As Edgy As We Are.
But that may not be the best part. The best part may be AG’s ludicrously apt cartoons, usually of himself, in MS-Paint. Such as this gem from his most recent post, discussing the oft-given bit of writerly advice, “sometimes you have to kill your darlings”:
I don’t know how many people ever considered using MS-Paint’s very amateurishness as a satirical device. I do know that I have to lock my jaw into place to prevent the laughter from exploding out of me in big loud “HA’s”.
This move has been under way in my mind for some time. I have been with Blogger since 2003, and have never really been happy with anything I’ve created there. Nothing has quite fit my needs. I’ve tried one kind of blog, and another. Right now I have a politics blog, and a music blog, and a Live Journal, and sometimes even thinking about it exhausts me.
So here I am.
I sold a handful, I think.
The plan is to sell and spread and carp and criticize and analyze and yammer. Which makes it one voice among the multitude, I know. But this voice has my name on it.