Welp, it didn’t go well. I won’t be self-publishing my book, “The Killing Climate.” So, now it’s on to a war novel entitled, “Valley of Slaughter.” The pitch for it goes like this.
“An elite rogue fighting force, named the Valhalla Unit, forms during the beginnings of the war on terror in 2002, when they begin fighting proxy wars according to their own honor code, under the leadership of an outcast chaplain named Hap Kennedy.”
May be I will start posting pieces of it as I write if there is enough interest from people following my blog. Let me hear from ya.
Here is a video pitch for my novel, The Killing Climate, ready for pre-order on Wednesday, November 22, 2017. You can pre-order it yourself on the crowd funding publishing website Publishizer(Publishizer.com).
On second thought, falling in love is easy…very easy. Staying in love is next to impossible.
After watching the idiots from either side of the political spectrum clash in Charlottesville I’ve come to conclude something about nationalism and diversity: They are cyclical in nature. Nationalism makes one crave cultural diversity which then causes you to want nationalism and so on.
So the owners of sports franchises are going to help bring about the legalization of sports gambling. I suppose they need something to stop people from turning away from their reality distractions.
The divorce rate is high because people never really fully commit to one another. They half ass their intentions, half-ass what they are willing to do for the other, choosing to keep themselves on one side of a wall and never crossing the river Jordan. Marriage is easy, so is divorce. Committing fully to the other with heart and soul is gone from Western culture. If I had children I would tell them the story about a man who fell in love a lot of times and was sadly disappointed with every one of them. Love is dead in the human ethos. Sexual politics and carnal gamesmanship have taken root in current love affairs. My God, how will we go on? There will have to be a reawakening of the soul for us to continue this thing called life. I now quote from the band The Killers with their song, Smile Like You Mean It.
“And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did
Smile like you mean it.”
One of the saddest realities of life is seeing people who know the answer to the question but choosing the wrong one anyway.