It’s quite enough when your nation and the entire world go crazy with politics and war. It’s a last straw when your own life is blindsided by other people’s health issues, addictions, stupidity, and God knows what else. You know you are in trouble when outside forces cost you money, threaten the security of your own home, and even call into question your ability to be healthy and maintain a lifestyle that brings you peace and happiness.
Half of America has been conned into electing the playground bully to lead the country. I am not exaggerating. War has been declared by new leaders on common decency, on 2000 years of evolution of mankind, on science, and on equality and justice for all.
I want to see success that is achievable for the rest of us, that is defensible, and not what it can look like to an investor – a fool’s game, ludicrous.
So what might we learn about formatting books from this self-analysis? Why have you spent money on these products and therefore why might others open their wallets to buy your master opus?
You laugh perhaps. But think about it. If you wrote a really good book, and you are certain it’s a really good book, what great marketer would not want to help you make some decent money? What sales and marketing heavyweights would turn down profits for themselves with the right kind of deal with you? And in my mind, the right kind of deal would be something like a 50-50 split of net profits for the very reason that marketing is every bit as hard as writing a book and deserves a fair share of the revenue.
In my last post, I pondered launching my memoir at my own funeral. As dark as that sounds, the lark of exposing myself at a funeral to family, friends and strangers seemed delicious, dramatic and memorable, even if gruesome. The act of writing this memoir, however, has provided me with unexpected self-analysis and humbling therapy. A few months ago, I set out to blab family news and secrets, to atone for some of my sins, but also to lash out at my parents,…
Think about it. If the only way to share my most private writings with future generations is to force my memoir on unsuspecting funeral attendees, knowing especially that almost nobody will actually read the book, then why write the thing in the first place?
Donald Trump will not be America’s first ‘orange’ President. In the world of temperament theory, the color orange is often assigned to the personality type called Artisan. Artisans find joy in their own personal freedom. They are huge risk takers, gamblers, and adventurers. They embody the phrase “rules are for other people.”
The very first Orange Prez had to be Andrew Jackson. Most Orange Presidents appeared in the last hundred years, notably Teddy Roosevelt, FDR, JFK, LBJ, Reagan, Clinton, and George W.
If you thought writing term papers in college was painful because of references, footnotes, and bibliographies, think again about what is expected in the digital world. Wake up and realize that a simple blogpost may require all of that work and much more. Many serious news articles or blogposts that I read today seem to meet Wikipedia standards for photos, videos, and references.
Who the hell do you think you are if you copy authors’ and artists’ work for free? You are stealing. Why do you think it’s okay to steal work from websites which themselves have stolen copyrighted merchandise? We can’t do that at grocery stores or furniture stores, so why is it okay to screw authors and artists?