Novel Excerpts: Gimme S'more

This is a graphic I am using for my novel excerpts

I was finally able to get the first of my novel excerpts completed. It’s not long, it’s only 6 pages, and it does not encapsulate the plots. It’s merely a character development piece. These parts of a book are important. When you are doing a long book, it is good to have humor for humor’s sake. Everything doesn’t have to be crucial. These parts of books set-up and tease for other segments that may actually be significant. If the book is heady, and gives the reader a lot to think about then it’s nice to give them a break with something light and fun.

 

A nice short, sweet post today. I have been busy building stuff here at the Chalet I take care of, and editing a graphic novel script as a side gig.  I’m pooped and have more editing to do.

I am doing one post per day for the month of November, hopefully. Inspired by NaBloPoMo.

This is post…  number 9

turn me on dead man

revolution number 9

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Yes Virginia, Hotels are Haunted

black moving gif image for placeholder kindleThere is a Hotel near me in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan that is haunted, for sure. I lived there for two Winters and I had visitors like crazy. The room I stayed in the 2nd Winter  had a friendly ghost. He used to mess with me. At first I think he was trying to get to me because I always felt weird fear when he was around. Then I grabbed a chair, sat down in front of the corner I could feel him in and just told him “Look, I’m only here for the Winter, I do not have an issue with you being here and I do not mean any harm at all. As long as you are cool with me I will be cool with you.” Then I said  ”if there is anything I can do to help you I will do it, if you can figure out a way to tell me.” I told him, “You have a lot more options than I do right now, If I could walk through a wall, or travel like you I would be way gone, so just be cool OK?”

He was not there all the time, but I always knew when he was there, because he would bump through the walls and knock stuff around. I would come home from where I worked and I would immediately know if I was going to be alone that evening.

One time I asked him how he died, or what happened, why he is here.. etc. Later when I was cooking dinner in the downstairs part of the is killer huge Hotel room, I heard a thud upstairs in the sleeping loft, which is like a pretty good sized bedroom. I had just been up there drying off and getting dressed after my shower, which was my daily routine. I always light a candle after a shower, I’m kind of a big girly man that way. It is comforting. Then I put the candle out before I go down to cook dinner. When I went up there after the “thud”, my giant three-wick candle (you have seen those, right?) was on the ground in front of the mirrored dresser where it had been sitting. He did that, but he waited for the wax to cool off before he did it, I never had to clean up the wax. He is a very considerate ghost, at least to me. I place a candle close to the mirror so it  throws light, and so it is not close to the edge where it could fall and make a mess or start a fire,  it was not close to the edge. It was moved. 

Clara, a really far out old hippy lady who used to be a housekeeper years ago told me there had been a fire just a couple years after it was built in the 70’s. A man died in the fire. 

The wing where the fire happened was where I was the year before. I had experiences down there too, but they were more frantic and not friendly, like the ghost felt threatened or something. Those were really scary stories, at least to me, that I will not go into, because there is no point in fear. The lights at that part of the building are always burning out and there are electrical issues.. and the door to one of the rooms, for some reason, always finds a way to get stuck closed. Either furniture falls in front of it, or a lock malfunctions, or a key gets broken in it. Always the same room. That was the room I was in the first year. 

The next year, upstairs, once I talked to the guy he was OK with me. I think he knocked the candle over because he was trying to tell me what happened and who he was. I think he was a good guy in life, I hope he is ok and finds his way. There are a lot of lonely people walking around who have no one and no where to go. I do not know if that changes when we die. 

Another thing is there are pictures on the walls in the banquet room. People are having very happy days in those pictures. For some of these people it could have been the happiest day of their life. Maybe it was a wedding or some other really lovely day for them. Maybe that is just where they want to hang out because it was a good memory for them and it beats whatever other options they have. 

Everyone who is familiar with that giant archetypical haunted looking Hotel knows something is going on there. They hear the music turn on and the chairs and tables moving around in the defunct bar, they know about the dude who died in the fire, they all just know. When we see each other around we just give each other those knowing looks and weird smiles. No one really wants to talk about it I think. As I look back on it, you know, how hindsight is 20/20? I think everyone, or many people who knew I was a new person there, were just waiting for me to figure it out. It is a bizarre joint. But I really like it and i will never forget it. It is a special place. I hope they can all be a big, happy family, regardless of the dimension they reside in. 

Being vibrologically sensitive can be a weird thing. We are conditioned all our lives to ignore it and suppress it, and there are just so many efforts, whether conscious and willful, or  subconscious and implied to keep those senses dulled. All I can say at this point is two things. 1, everything I wrote above is 100% honest, and not just a Halloween story. And 2, love is far stronger than fear. 

Another true Halloween Story

Election Day and Halloween are suspiciously proximal

the monsters of november 4th

Free Thought: About Kindled Commutes

Having a great time. Tell hemp I said thanks and see you in 100 years.

This is the category on this blog where you’ll find the free shit. And, you’ll be finding free thought all over the site.  It’s the place I am going to ramble, muse, rant and explore the world of self-publishing and my decision-making process regarding whether to try to find an agent and seek a traditional publishing route, or to do it myself with some kind of self-publishing service. And.. 99¢ eBooks like a freak.

At some point as I am getting closer to finishing my novel, I will start excerpting it and kind of outlining what it’s all about, describing the characters and having some fun with that. Essentially, in terms of the subject matter and general feel of the book, it’s about the transference we are going through in the United States as we breakdown the political and economic structure and return to a more locally oriented economy and polity. The book has a lot of fun with the ironies and contradictions in the foisted and paralyzing religions in the U.S. that are what have become of the Liberal and Conservative traditions.

We are turning off our televisions and planting gardens. It is a pretty great time. Simultaneously, there are the hangers-on. They are not using their smashed TV’s for planters, they are mounting outdoor, all-weather televisions on their lawns. They have not gotten the message. That’s fine. You don’t need to push a boulder down a hill once gravity kicks in. The deal is done. We won. Rejoice.

That’s the gist of this joint.

“Well” you say, “then why don’t you just give your books away?” “Why are you charging money for your writing then and not letting me read it for free?”.  The reason is because I am an honest person and things in life have costs. It costs to spend time doing things like this. It is costing right now even though so much of what you can do on the internet is “free”. The more time you spend here doing this stuff, the less time you spend figuring out a way to stay off food stamps, the more likely you are being less productive at work and costing more than you are worth. Don’t give up on me here, read on.

“This guy is so full of contradictions” you are thinking, “first he says he’s glad people are tuning out of the past and planting gardens, because people are giving up on consumer culture, but then he says to pay him for shit and that people spending time on the internet are on food stamps, like it’s a bad thing, and are being less productive at work”.  Well, for some people this seems weird, but like I said I am an honest guy. I know a lot of happy people, some of them work for themselves, and some of them work for others, but they are all busy, productive people. Some of them make shit-tons of money, and some make enough to live a life they love and take care of their loved ones.  Those are the types of people who have inspired me, and they are the ones who are changing everything, and they are intelligent enough to know that there are costs for things.

I am not necessarily trying to get rid of you if you are looking for  a free ride. My novel is going to cost money. In fact, I am going to charge more for it than other novels you can buy. It is worth a lot to me, and my time is valuable as well. This book is a culmination of myriads of phases and experiences of my life woven into a story of a town, and it is the type of thing that a lot of people are going to relate to, and it is LONG. I mean it a long, intricate read. And if you want to read, it is going to cost you, because costs exist, people can’t work for free.

There are people going around fighting for the rights of the poor (which is something I have done plenty of, and will continue to do) and then expect to not have to pay for things. If they buy something once in a while and are not stealing illegal downloads and scamming, someone in those places you’ve heard about can get paid.  If this is not what someone wants to read, if it bothers them.. I don’t know. Sometimes they pirate an iPhone or Galaxy and then torrent an illegal app and then tweet their friends about the evil of Steve Jobs and Samsung. I hope you are not like that, but if you are, well.. I’d like you to think about this:

Blaming business for greed is like blaming blood for mosquitoes. There are all sorts of business transactions every day, and all sorts of business models. The vast majority of business transactions are advancing society. Don’t get caught up in anti-business jargon and conditioning. Whoever is doing that to you is robbing you, they are as greedy and power-hungry as anyone, believe that.

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Thanks for everything and remember, don’t text and drive, or read and drive.

Robert

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