Weed Guy Novel

...Sorry for the inconvenience. Did you know that it was a mere 100 years ago when the first radios and transmitters made it into the American house-hold? Mass production and assembly lines put the worlds of communication and transportation, and their endless possibilities, into the palm of the average persons hand. The average person responded in kind by trying to make money off of it. At first it was one big cluster fuck. Imagine everyone advertising their products and services on the new magic communicating device, but the technology is so new that there is no organization on the airwaves. Nobody really knows yet, if you broadcast on the same signal as your neighbor down the street, the two signals cancel out and you're left with static. Now, not only can Dr. Smith "not" advertise his home made elixir, but farmer Johnson can't advertise his farm fresh eggs. Enter the formation of the FCC. Back then Americans paid a lot more attention to their government, so they ma

 ... I can see it in their searching eyes. They remain focused on playing, but the eyes always have a distant, slightly desperate and tired look. The best of them all have the tough skin and professional polish—they've been through it over and over, years and years. I get into many conversations with my fellow gigging musicians. I always want to know what they know. Over the years I've gotten less competitive and more concerned for their well being, unless of course they're jaded, no-talent assholes. I will dole out acquired wisdom where I feel it might be welcomed, or i'll just listen and try and relate to life on the so-cal gigging circuit.   These days I mostly catch them passing through the restaurant; we have music all weekend. The only shows I have time to catch are my own, but I consider it a definite fringe benefit that I get to watch and chat with several of the acts we host. They're mostly doing straight covers, some are originals, and some are singer-son

  After finishing the novel, after finding a guardian angel of an editor and equally angelic buddy to collaborate on a kick-ass cover, after uploading it all for free and then seeing it in the flesh—for sale on Amazon! After paying for page advertising on Facebook, inviting y'all, and figuring out my niche marketing strategy on the local level...I'm out of self-publishing, flipping the script, doing a 180.   I was committed to giving it a try, from the first time I realized how easy and accessible self-publishing had become. It even helped motivate me to chase down the 'big book' dream for the second time in my forty short years. I knew I would have to pivot to self promoter once the book was done, and I embraced the fact that it's either this way or in the form of sending out a thousand query letters, as a nobody! But now that I gave it the old one-time...I miss writing! I want to write the second book. I don't want to sit at the computer with a sense of dread