Hello society. Well, I got the final p(r)oof pages and have to do a final fix up and scan of my novel, ‘Far Out There’ (I THINK I’m going to axe the ‘from’. I did some searches and there’s not a book titled Far Out There believe it or not, and that’s more recognizable I think) It’s a book that I’ve been working on for about two and half years and re wrote it basically the past month since moving to the zoo. I had some of the most intense writing days of my life, and I’ve come to the decision to basically retire from full-time writing unless it’s a big success. It’s too hard on the body and the mind. Plus I have some other motivations that were life goals even before I started writing that might not be possible if I continue this path…anyway…
Anybody can do what I’ve done for a while but after so long it’s just not worth it to sacrifice your life to something like I have, and I started working like this when I was twenty-three and now that I’m a day away from my thirty-third birthday I’m going to not worry about words as much as I have. The book is basically about everything that happened to me and the world since the year two thousand (spans 1999-2014). Far Out There should be for sale sometime tomorrow online and will slowly be in bookstores around the country. Buy a copy. It’s a very interesting read. P.S: A while back a friend sent me a quote. I didn’t think it would, but it’s close to how I feel after completing this book…
“I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five…I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK.”
Adventures In American Writing 