A funny thing happens when a person claims not to care what others think of them. Suddenly, they find themselves needing to constantly back up their claim by making, all too apparent, attempts to show the world how much they don’t care about what others think. Except, they do care. We all do. We very much care, or we’d be running around naked, waving shredded Rage Against The Machine T-shirts on the end of a stick.
Okay, maybe not.
Wednesday night while having dinner with my loyal follower, exchanging our usual how was your day dear, I remarked that it would be easier to write a book about the Indie Author experience than to complete my current work in progress. The title of this clever chronicle sure to collect dust on the .99 cent rack garner overwhelming interest, you ask?
That’s My Story and I’m Sticking To It!
However, after consulting the oracle checking Amazon, it turns out Spike Lee has already used that title. It’s too bad because I came up with some good chapter titles.
“The Vernacular Is What The Vernacular Is”
“Blurbs & Other B Words”
“Margaritas & Marketing: A Dynamic Duo”
I could crank out that kind of stuff, but the marketplace is loaded with it. So, I am going to stick with my current project which is projected to be available…yeah, still TBD. NBD – it’s not like I have a contract. I have chosen the cover art. I think. What do you think?
Yesterday I allowed myself to be distracted by the SXSW Keynote given by Dave Grohl. He doesn’t care what I think, and so, I’ll refrain from critique. Suffice to say, it seems Indie’s just another word for nothing left to lose. Of course, when Doritos calls wanting to be my platinum sponsor, yeah, it’s a full on grab & go. I don’t care what anyone thinks!
Can you imagine? Yeah, me neither.