Yep, I’ve started a new blog and soon-to-be podcast about my experiences from trucking school to my first run and beyond. You can find out all about it at truckingwithrj.com.

I won’t ignore this blog, of course. This will still be my main blog for everything else. I just figured since I’m entering into a completely new phase of my life, I’d share that part exclusively on it’s own site. The best way to stay updated will be to subscribe to the posts and podcast when it comes out. I’ll give podcast details here as well when it’s ready and, of course, be available for free on iTunes.

And no, I haven’t forgotten about A Cup Of Fresh Hell Served With A Side Of Heaven! I texted a little bit with Chris yesterday. He’s getting over being sick and I’m currently sick. We both have major updates in our lives and I’m sure he’d like to share his as I do mine. Besides, I miss the big lug and doing the podcast with him. :) As soon as we’re both better, we’ll get back to it. Again, announcements will be made here, on the podcast site, and if you’re subscribed to the podcast in iTunes, you’ll see new episodes shortly.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Well, I have more new stuff to talk about, but I’m still sick and have to go run a couple errands before climbing back into bed and getting more sleep.

And as we all know, being sick is not fun. This is especially true when my balls are jealous of the amount of snot coming out of me. Just saying.

 

 

This is a short post to let everyone know I’m starting a new blog and podcast soon called Trucking With RJ. I’ll be talking about my experiences from starting CDL training school to my first day on the road with whatever company and beyond. Links and other stuff will be posted soon.

For right now, I’m going back to bed. Being sick is not fun.

 

Let me start off by saying I’m getting a bit tired of new beginnings in my life. I would like a chance to keep at one new beginning for a while before starting a new one, but that isn’t the way life works.

Fuck life.

Anyway, this will probably be a long post and will cover various things, so buckle in.

As those of you who follow this blog know, I was fired from my job on January 3rd this year. I finally got 1 weeks worth of unemployment last week and 2 weeks worth of unemployment today. But this month, on the 1 month anniversary of my being fired, I had my car repossessed. Having gone from 2 jobs last year down to one and still having to support 2 people, I had to pick and choose which bills to pay. Sadly, my car payment is the highest one and I didn’t have it on automatic withdraw. I will be changing that as soon as I get my car back, which will probably be on Monday.

My car ended up going to auction, but I’d have until the 8th of March to get it back before it would be sold. My 401k money that I cashed out finally went through today as well. Now I have enough money to get a taxi to drive me to the bank to withdraw funds and then go to WalMart to send a Money Gram and get my payments up-to-date. I would have talked to someone at Ford about my being fired and late if they would have been calling me on my mobile. Instead, they were calling the house number and I don’t pay attention to that phone. They should have had my mobile as my primary contact number when I got the car in 2010, but somewhere along the line it didn’t get entered. It has since been corrected. Even though I will be paying today, the auction place is only open Monday-Wednesday 10-2, so I’ll have a taxi take me to the train station Monday morning so I can get there first thing and get my car back. I don’t know how much it will cost to get it back and I won’t find out until Monday, but at least I’ll have enough to cover whatever it is. Just so long as I get it back! Living in the country, I don’t have easy access to public transportation and have been having to walk to the closest gas station, which is 2 miles away, for stuff.

On top of that, the furnace broke yesterday. It’s only a few parts that need to be replaced and not the whole thing, so that’s a plus. However, the parts won’t be in until today, so right now I’m freezing. Again, at least I’ll have the money to pay for the repairs. I also have to get a new water heater, but that will have to wait. After spending the morning catching up on all the bills, the money is going quickly.

The first thing I did when I got the money in, though, was put a chunk of it into savings as the start of an emergency fund. I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. I know all about finances and was going to school online last year for a while for it. I had to stop as I was doing way too much. However, when I get my car back next week, I’ll be able to go to a truck driving/CDL school nearby and apply. They’ll help me with the paperwork from unemployment to get everything in order and it will be paid for by the government. I don’t like handouts! I feel shitty doing it, but I need a job as soon as possible, and with only 1 month worth of intensive training, I’ll have a job right after I graduate. Best parts, I’ll be able to escape this house, have a job, still have time to write, and also go back to school online again.

If all goes well, I’ll be able to start my training at the end of this month. If not, I’ll be able to start at the end of next month at the latest. This is if I’m approved, of course. If not, I’ll still be looking for a job. There are a lot of warehouse jobs closer to the city (Chicago) that are hiring, but I also have to take into consideration driving time and cost of gas vs. what I’d be making. Living in the middle of nowhere, I have to drive everywhere, as I said before. I could take the train, but what is the cost of that plus taxi per week/month? Would it be worth it vs. net pay?

Which leads me to something else. I NEED TO MOVE! Besides the need to get out of this house, away from nowhere and my disabled cunt of a mother, if I’m ever going to make sure I can work and have enough money left over after gas or public transportation, I need to move. Being a truck driver will actually help in that respect, as well. I’ll be able to travel all over the states and find out which cities I’d like to live in and narrow my choices down. Also, if I need more money, all I’d have to do is keep on driving. I’d never have to come back here again, except to pack up my stuff and move. That is, IF I get a place. I could easily find cheap motels anywhere for a weekend of not driving. I always thought about being a wandering nomad, and this would kind of be my chance. As much as I love the city of Chicago, I hate the cold and snow, so I’d probably move south somewhere. I seriously miss living in Phoenix, so that is obviously one of my top choices. And I’m a city boy currently trapped in a country boy’s life, so I’d need a city to live in. I have friends in almost every city across the states, so I wouldn’t be bad off.

So, there you have it. A post about what I’ve been going through and how I’m (hopefully) going to move forward. Yes, transferring to day shift at my old job last December was a new beginning for me. I also believe getting fired was part of that new beginning. Perhaps this is an extension of that, but right now it feels like a new beginning all over again.

 

 

You read the title right. I did get my first magazine rejection letter today.

And I’m happy about it!

Why am I happy about being rejected? A few reasons. First, magazines are hard at best to get into. Second, the letter was personalized, not a form rejection. This in itself is cause for celebration for any writer. Third, even though my story was rejected this time, they do want to see more from me and told me to keep submitting.

With all the shit going on in my life right now (no job, no car, furnace isn’t working right now*), you’d think a rejection letter on top of it all would make me even more depressed. Nope! As odd as it is, I found the letter to be encouraging. I would have found it encouraging even if it wasn’t personalized. Why? Because it means someone looked at my writing, read it, compared it to other submissions, and took the time to let me know that it was not selected.

Am I going to be happy every time I get a rejection letter? Most likely no. I will, however, still find them encouraging, even if they are a regular form rejection letter. Each rejection letter I get I will print out and keep in a file. Each one will remind me that I am one step closer to getting a break, as opposed to thinking I am not good enough.

I have plenty of stories to tell and since I was rejected, the story rights revert back to me and I can submit it somewhere else it might fit. I’m not going to let one, or even 1,000, rejection letters stop me from trying. I can only get better and someday someone will notice.

*I do have an action plan in place. I’ll be able to get my car back most likely on Monday next week. Then I have to go to the DMV, get some driving records, and head over to a truck driving/CDL school. If all goes well, I’ll be able to have the state pay for my 1 month intensive training (which will start at the end of this month), and have a job being a trucker right after I graduate. As for the furnace, it’ll be fixed tonight. It may just be one part, as opposed to the whole furnace, that needs to be fixed. It’s just one more thing I did not need to go wrong right now. But when it rains, you get wet if you forgot your umbrella.

Or, something like that.

 

I cannot believe I am 2 weeks behind on this! My most sincere apologies to all, especially those who won.

Anyway, the winners were picked randomly and they are:

  • Val Meyer – Facebook
  • Joyce Prickett – Facebook
  • Margie Shafer – Facebook
  • DrumMajorKev – Twitter
  • ThereIsOnly1Luv – Twitter

Congratulations to the winners! And thank you to all who entered! If you didn’t win, don’t worry. You’ll have another chance soon enough to win a copy of Blood of Prey AND a copy of my next story, coming out in March/April!

I will be contacting the winners today and asking them their preferred e-reader format.

 

In all honesty, I do not know whether or not it’s true that we get wiser as we get older. The wisdom we’re supposed to get when we turn 30 did not magically appear. Perhaps I drank away the brain cells that would have stored said knowledge when I was in my 20s. I’m now 34 and feel dumber than I did when I was in my 20s. But I do know what does come with age: bladder issues.

Why did nobody tell me about this? Wrinkles, sagging, loss of testosterone and vision, a mid-life crisis to look forward to, yes, were all told to me. But not one person mentioned the fact that your bladder suddenly will have you running to the bathroom every 5 minutes and waking you up multiple times during the night.

Perhaps they were peeing when they were going to tell me this part.

It’s been getting worse for me lately. It started moreso during the summer last year, but since I turned 34 early last month, I can’t seem to stop peeing. I have had countless dreams where I’m pissing all over the place and then realize I have REALLY got to go NOW! Since the only bathroom in the house is downstairs and I sleep upstairs, empty soda bottles have become some of my best friends every now and then.

I am not ashamed to talk about this, as I know so many people, especially guys, who keep bowls under their beds or empty soda bottles on the nightstand for just such emergencies. But it seems most people are too shy to talk about this stuff.

I guess that makes them pee shy.

Anyway, last night I had one of those dreams again. In it, I was peeing everywhere! On carpet in someone else’s house, in all the rooms, outside the house in bushes and on the lawn. I just kept wandering this house, inside and out, from room to room where people were sleeping and just letting loose. I felt like a sprinkler system gone haywire. And that was just in the dream. Maybe if there was someone awake in my dream who was into watersports to urinate on, it would have turned into a fun dream, but no such luck.

After what seemed like an eternity of peeing in the dream, I woke up to find myself bucking in my sleep, literally doing a fucked-up version of the pee-pee dance while laying on my side. When this happens, I am grateful for empty soda bottles.

It gives me a reason not to quit my carbonated caffeine addiction.

It also gives me a reason to go to the bathroom more.

It’s a catch-22 of urination proportions.

 

Yesterday I was planning to go to three local libraries and talk to them about my book. I didn’t quite know what I was going to say. I planned on figuring that out in the shower. (Don’t ask.) But when trying to come up with what basically amounts to a script, I realized the best way for them to get my book was to burn both the .epub and .mobi formats onto CD and give it to them.

My first mistake was not having anything planned beforehand. My second (almost) mistake was realized when I was designing the cover for the CD. I was writing out all the information a library would need, but when I got to the part of filling in the ISBN, I froze.

Each version of one book needs its own ISBN. I have 2 versions of Blood of Prey, an .epub and a .mobi version. Both of these require their own ISBN if they are to be used in a library. I have the free ISBN that came from Smashwords, but I don’t have an actual ISBN for the .mobi version. Amazon just gave it its own file number.

I have been wanting to buy my own ISBNs. When the check clears from my cashed-in 401k money next week, I am buying some. I will then immediately assign each version of Blood of Prey its own number and the rest will be used for future books. This is an important step for any indie/self-published author who wants their books available to libraries.

I want my stories to be read by as many people as possible, as does any writer. For years I have donated money and books to local reading and illiteracy programs, because to me, there is no better pleasure than curling up with a good book. Reading and books are one of my lifelong passions and I know not everyone can afford to buy a book, so it’s important to me to want my books available in libraries. Entertaining others and allowing them to be able to escape into a book is what’s important to me.

So next week, I’ll have the ISBNs and then I will head to the libraries. Also, I will know by then what I want to talk to the librarians about. In fact, I already figured that out yesterday after I froze during the designing. For someone who worked in a book warehouse for 12.5 years, you would think I would have thought of the ISBN part already. Nope! My mind has been filled with other stuff. Plus, this is all new to me as a self-publisher.

Lesson learned for the future. Mistakes avoided. Moving forward.

 

I didn’t make my goal of 29 copies of Blood of Prey sold on Amazon for last month, and I’m cool with it. I did sell 21 copies, 2 on the last day. I’m very happy to have sold what I have and continue to write.

Were there days when I became a little disparaged about the numbers? Yes. But that was due to me being in a depression for 3 weeks. And for one full week I didn’t do anything in the way of marketing or using social media at all. Again, due to the depression.

I also sold 3 copies on Apple’s iBookstore! Yay! Besides writing more, I’m also trying to get my book and future books into more places for sale. As I said in a past post, it took a lot longer to get into the iBookstore than anywhere else, so I’ll know next time to send stuff there first.

And I’ve also had 5 downloads of the free preview from my site so far and 25 from Smashwords. I don’t know if these have resulted in any sales yet, but it’s nice to know people are at least looking at it.

So, my goal for this month is to sell at least 37 copies from Amazon. That’s 29 books a month to get paid for the month from Amazon, plus 8 to make up for last month. But that’s just from Amazon. In total, I’m hoping to sell 50 copies this month.

I sold 25 copies last month and had 30 previews. But I was limiting myself in marketing efforts due to 3 weeks worth of depression. I’m now out of the depression as of a couple days ago and am making plans to up my marketing.

Most importantly, I am beyond grateful to each and every person who either bought a copy, downloaded a preview, and/or made mention of my story. I write for my own enjoyment and to be able to share it and have others enjoy it as well, that is what writing is all about.

 

Lily tomlin as ErnastineMove over, whales. You’ve got company on the endangered species list.

The other day I was catching up on Google Reader. One of the many authors (I am NOT naming names here for sake of not wanting to hurt any feelings or give this author any backlash) I subscribe to had an interesting article, so I went to their site to read more.

The author was asking for donations of .mobi (Kindle) file e-books. They are giving away a Kindle to winner of a contest at their local school and would like to have it preloaded with books. Hey!, I thought, here’s my chance to get my story out to the audience it is primarily intended for! I had a few doubts, being that I’m self-published (but then, so is the author who is asking for the donations, although they are much more well-known) and nobody has heard of me yet. I forwent the thoughts of doubt and decided to send the author an email anyway with my story, Blood of Prey attached.

As someone who grew up writing everything in longhand, including letters, I learned the proper salutation/body/signature that comprises a letter. That same format still resides today, even though it is now written electronically. I wrote the greeting, explained the purpose of the email, a little bit about myself and story, and signed my letter/email before sending it. Salutation, body, and signature. All there. Proper. Professional. From one writer to another.

To my surprise, I received an email back within an hour for the author. Their ENTIRE response was:

Thanks

That’s it. No greeting, no signature, not even a fucking period.

I’m sorry, but if you’re a writer, WRITE! At least have some sort of manners and common courtesy to sign your own damn name. I understand people are busy. I know I am. However, how hard is it to take a few extra seconds, a minute at MOST, to add on a greeting, a period, and your name? If you don’t have the time, don’t respond right away. Not a hard concept. However, I think the donation of a book to another should get a bit more of a response than just “thanks.” (Notice the period there?)

I’m not trying to be greedy, but I think, “Thank you for your donation,” or “Thank you for donating your book,” should have been the bare minimum of a response. It’s called common courtesy. Being polite. Having manners, or netiquette, if you like. (Which, really, is ironic coming from me, considering I’ve made somewhat of a name for myself NOT being a nice, polite person.)

I’ll be the first to admit when I’m wrong. I’m not wrong here, though. Or am I? Has common courtesy, proper ways of composing a professional-looking email, and their ilk gone the way of dinosaurs? Am I outdated in my knowledge of professional communication? Has the onslaught of the Internet. quick communication, and social media deleted our ability to be professional, replacing it with Twitter-like communications of 140 characters or less and IM speak?

The answer, NO!

I have seen many people, even people who are not writers, compose tweets, comments, and emails that are more significant than a mere “thanks” for things that are way more mundane than the donation of book.

This has also put me in somewhat of a moral dilemma. As much as a part of me wants to write back to the author and ask them to pull my book from their donation for not initially taking the time to respond in a polite and professional way (hell, even an auto-responder is more professional) that one would seemingly expect from someone who is a professional writer, there is also the part of me that thinks of kids and how important it is to read. The more material they end up enjoying reading in school, the more they’ll end up continuing to read beyond school.

If the kid who wins the contest ends up reading my story and enjoying, perhaps they’ll seek out not only more of my work when it’s out, but others like it. And they’ll tell their friends who will also look for similar stuff. The snowball of readers will continue to grow, not only for my stuff, but all the other wonderful (and polite!) writers out there who write in the same genre. I hope it happens for all the other authors who have donated their books, as well. In the end, I decided on the side of kids reading being much more important, so I’m shutting my mouth to the author. For now.

My outlook is this–while I believe common courtesy and having manners is dying all around us, thus becoming endangered species, in more ways than just the composition of an email, there are still people out there who are genuinely nice, polite people who will take the time to respond in the same way. We are becoming a rare species, though. Sadly, it seems too many people are becoming like author I donated my story to. It makes me appreciate those who take the time to be polite more.

Oh, and save the whales, too.

 

I love magazines, always have. There are magazines out there for everything one could possibly be interested in. My favorite magazines have always been those dealing with fiction, especially horror and fantasy. Finding out about related new movies, TV shows, books, etc., on a monthly basis is always a treat. Reading fiction by authors I’ve never heard of before or have been a fan of for a long time is thrilling. It’s the same for me with anthologies. I can only estimate the number of authors I have become fans of through their work in magazines. The estimate is about 100 authors.

The worst part of this, though, is many times these authors are one-hit wonders, having either had just the one story to tell or not getting a second break with another story. Competition is fierce for breaking into magazines, maybe more so than getting traditionally published with a novel. Magazines have to be more picky, selecting only the best of the best for their particular readers, as they don’t usually have imprints.

All that said, I’m going to throw my hat into the increasing ring of writers hoping to break into magazines. I now have a stack of pages printed out from dozens of magazines about their submission guidelines. These are all magazines dealing with scifi, fantasy, and/or horror. They are all considered professional-market magazines, as getting published in them can be used as credit for getting membership into the SFWA (Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America). Besides wanting to gain membership into this great organization, I have so many stories to tell that are magazine-length.

This isn’t something new for me. I’ve wanted to do this for years, but always put it off, often forgetting my dream of getting published in magazines. I don’t remember what hit me yesterday that jump-started my quest again, but I’m glad it did. I think it was an old story idea that came to mind again, but I’m not sure. Either way, besides the stack of submission guidelines, I now have several pages of story ideas I’ve had in my head for years finally written down.

But can I do this? Am I a writer who’s good enough to be published in one of these esteemed magazines, most of which I have been subscribed to for years? I don’t doubt the stories; I doubt my ability as a writer. Then again, what writer doesn’t doubt themselves from time to time? I may have doubts, but I have dreams, too, and the dreams outweigh the doubt by tons.

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