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In That Place

Thursday, November 1st, 2012

Don’t play the martyr when you self-destruct. You’re never the only one hurt.

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Boom

Friday, August 3rd, 2012

“Impact. That perfect piece of stopped time at speeds where anything is possible. Dreams are born and flicker out in the span of an impact, and we’re all children again, unable to understand or control any limb of our destiny. Stars give counsel to mythical kings in gold-gilded castles; wild beasts on magical islands make boys in wolf suites nervous. Little Princes with silly roses tame foxes and fall lightly in the single infinite span of a force colliding with an energy.”

Holliday- Book I

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Because Your Dance Should Shake the Universe

Friday, July 13th, 2012

I love you with a dagger for every word you’ve ever said.
Every sound inside you, about to spill out.
You love me at hollow-point, at a distance
Or rather an altitude
of about six feet.

“Don’t make me use this!” we both scream in windy pitches.
Our own hearts in hand, waving around like doomsday devices.
While filthy, red-eyed tears make us too beautiful to shut the fuck up.

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Holliday Edits

Thursday, June 28th, 2012

“We skidded sloppily into newspaper stands, grazed light poles, mutilated parked cars, ran down stop signs and wounded pedestrians. I drove that junker into so many obstacles we must have looked like a drunken transformer getting run out of town. ”

The Holliday Chronicles: A Trilogy of Eulogies
-Book I

I assure you that it’s without any artistic deliberation that this book should arrive with the summer monsoons.

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Old Dogs-Kickstarter

Monday, May 7th, 2012

Don’t mind me. I’m waiting for lightening to come. Waiting for just the right energy, for wet, clean soil, pornographic fields of grapes.
And all the while I hear a scratching. I’m aware of this constant, clumsy-pawed whining that shakes my head like a screen-door.

I don’t speak often enough of other artists, particularly fellow low-income bandits making off with what lime-light they can. Luckily, there’s a site that lets you learn about and contribute to someone’s artistic dream.

Kickstarter allows you to browse through potential projects and donate to those that resonate with you. It’s a beautiful program, one of those that actually manages to slightly curb my ill-wishes for the race.

Have a look through, give a dollar if you’re inspired. What the Hell, give $5.
It’ll contribute more to the universe than the latte it was destined for, let’s be honest. The less creative projects rely on coporate funding, the less plastic, soul-rending corporate art we’ll all have to endure.

http://www.kickstarter.com/discover

 

 

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Casting Stones

Saturday, March 17th, 2012

Listen to the desert. Its magic, its subtlety, like a blade beneath piano keys or a shaman under stars.

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For the Curious

Sunday, March 4th, 2012

The first Holliday book is in its edits.
I’ve now got to pour whiskey on this tulip and nurse it back to health again. Rinse, repeat, ect.

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Amnesia

Sunday, February 19th, 2012

I haven’t actually forgotten about you, dear blog; I just don’t love you the way I love writing in my books. You’re a story with no arc, little dialogue, and a climax that hardly merits a hotel room.

Perhaps the best way to keep me interested in your maintenance is to simply write little hate letters to you once a month. My negativity purge, my penance.

Meanwhile, I assure you, dear readers, that the wine still flows, the words still leap, and though I tumble wholeheartedly down the windblown terraces of personal obsessions and dream-matter explosions, you’ll eventually be able to read the end result.

Til next.

PS- I appreciate your emails, however, to save everyone time: No, I don’t know anyone in the business that can help you. No, I’m not terribly successful myself, so most of my advice is tainted with the secret desire to sabotage my competition. Yes, I would like to hear all about your book and where I can buy it, but first I think we’d need to get to know each other better out in the desert. Ignore the pre-dug holes, they’re just for show. And finally, yes, I do have an opinion about self-publishing vs. traditional, but who cares? Make up your own mind.

Adios

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The Death of Christopher Hitchens

Thursday, December 15th, 2011

Far be it from me to pretend that I can utter some new words over a corpse that haven’t been shouted over another hundred thousand or so already, but we’re compelled, still, to say something when someone of importance becomes another ghost on the bookshelves.

Christopher Hitchens died of the same illness that killed his father. The same malady that afflicts many such enthusiastic smokers. He went so far as to comment on the banality of it, the predictability. And although he was undergoing some of the most advanced treatments and well-honed techniques to combat it, it was only a matter of time.

I’m not one for sentimentalism, or hero worship, or worship of any kind, for that matter, something I owe (in no small part) to the man himself. But some watershed in my soul was breached when I heard of his passing. It may not be the fate of anyone to live forever, in the literal sense, or to die when they’re ready, insofar as anyone can be ready.

But there’s still an unmistakable wrenching, a gash of unfairness in the whole messy ordeal that makes me bleed all over myself embarassingly.

I suppose we knew it was only a waiting game; I just wish we’d had to wait a little bit longer. For whatever that’s worth, that’s what I have to give. Not even a down payment on what was given.

Goodbye, Hitch.

“Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty and wisdom will come to you that way.”

-Christopher Hitchens: 1949-2011

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Kindle Author Interview

Sunday, November 13th, 2011

Here’s the interview I did for the well-known Kindle Author blog a week or so ago. Some folks have disputed my testimony. How dare they accuse a fiction writer of making stuff up?  The bloody nerve. 

Jonas Samuelle, author of Ghosts of a Tired Universe, discusses his book, his journey as a writer, and self-publishing on Kindle.

DAVID WISEHART: What can you tell us about Ghosts of a Tired Universe?

JONAS SAMUELLE: Homicidal mimes, corrupt cherubim, dueling philosophers and an arson-obsessed sculptor. If none of these appeal to you, you might not enjoy the book.

DAVID WISEHART: How do you develop and differentiate your characters?

JONAS SAMUELLE: They appear ex-nihilo. Like any real person, you just spend time with them and get to know who they are. Then you kill them.

DAVID WISEHART: Who do you imagine is your ideal reader?

JONAS SAMUELLE: The unmedicated insane.

DAVID WISEHART: What was your journey as a writer?

JONAS SAMUELLE: After the accident, I worked at a cafe on the edge of the Mojave. Folks would stop by before going out hiking and every so often you’d hear about someone getting lost and dying a few miles out of town.

A writer came through the cafe one day, and I noticed him scribbling away in a notebook. A few days later I heard that he was the most recent hiking victim, but that he’d made it something like 87 miles out of town before going down. When they found his notebook, it just said “Don’t die bored” over and over again, thousands of times.

I’ve been a writer ever since.

DAVID WISEHART: What is your writing process?

JONAS SAMUELLE: My what?

DAVID WISEHART: What authors most inspire you?

JONAS SAMUELLE: Anyone with the guts to cut deep. Robbins, Heller, Vonnegut, Gaiman, etc., the folks who realize that writing is every bit as vulgar and dangerous as bull-fighting; we just get cooler hats.

DAVID WISEHART: What one book, written by someone else, do you wish you’d written yourself?

JONAS SAMUELLE: It’s one thing to admire a work and learn from it, it’s quite another to wish that it was yours. I don’t think I have an answer to that question.

DAVID WISEHART: How have you marketed and promoted your work?

JONAS SAMUELLE: Mostly through telepathy. There was a small effort put toward using smoke signals, but I quit after learning how to signal “More booze.”

DAVID WISEHART: Why publish on Kindle?

JONAS SAMUELLE: I rather like the idea of my bad intentions being digitally delivered worldwide.

DAVID WISEHART: What advice would you give to a first-time author thinking of self-publishing on Kindle?

JONAS SAMUELLE: Commit. Readers know if you’re faking, or a tourist. Commit to your art or go pound sand.

DAVID WISEHART: Thanks, and best of luck with your books.

 

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