Sump Pump Blues and a Black Ink Digital Pen...

Guessed right? I got the indie pub nightmare worse than life on life's terms blues. I have a music studio in my basement, besides a guitar/violin repair/making woodwork shop area. And, ... yes the standard stacks of a few books, marked a little over ten dollars each. Some are selling from 5 bucks, others at over one hundred dollars on Amazon. Most from here are being given away by this guy. I figured it was really as they say in Twelve Steps groups, my ... "fourth step," a confessional of wrongs, baggage in the rucsac meant to be shown to a Higher Power, self,and another. That was my first novel and that indeed. Every writer writes a first book, usually autobiographical, yet in the fiction genre most of the time,intent of writing the "great American novel." Well, surprise. It usually takes more books to get there. The magic researched 10K hrs, 10 thousand, id est is what is usually needed. Who cares? Writers write, and love it, despite writers' block, superficial status of "failures," signs of change, loci personally to make changes, correct while on course. Anyway the books did not get wet, and five days later I installed my new sump pump, damages were minimal, yes ... some morning pages got it. Well, well, well. Life goes on. Let us be happy. "Life on life's terms" is the mantra. Joni Mitchell over and over, "You never know what you have got til it's gone. They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot."

Wow, so writing? Rock on!

Love and Shana Tovya.