Sometimes going forward will set you too far back. Sometimes the only direction you can take is down and out. I am not at that point yet. But it is now on the horizon.

Am I sounding suicidal? I hope not. I was glooming about publishing and books that I am trying to make live. I have paid Page Publishing practically all the payments I stupidly agreed to, and yet, I am stuck in an endless loop of editing where they ignore my emails and appear to be proceeding without me. The clueless case manager sends me an email saying, “Go ahead, take all the time you need to edit” after I have already emailed them the final instructions and requested the process continue to the next step. I re-sent that email and asked them if they have gotten my last email. No responses, though. What the hell am I paying them money for? I’m editing the book myself. Their proof-reader makes changes that I have to change back to the original, and then they don’t even want to take the next step?


I admit that my illustrations for this rant are only pictures saved for other posts that never got used before. Like this cool Kingdom Hearts one;

But I am not ready to kill the project yet and hire a lawyer to sue the publisher to get my money back. I want to see this book, Magical Miss Morgan, live.
And I need to see Snow Babies live too.
But from here on we go with the cheapest possible options. Free if possible.
Here is another Wizard Donald to look at while I continue to stew about publishing problems;

I have always tried to make the best of what I already have. I have always lived by the idea that other people are all my equals, even the really stupid ones, and I have nothing that I am not obliged to share.
I have little left besides wit and wisdom. And I have tried hard to share that here. But I sometimes feel like I am alone and pointless.
But the captain always goes down with his ship. And if my ship is sinking, then at least I will soon know if there are mermaids down there willing to teach me to breathe underwater, or possibly not.











































Old and Grumpy
Suppose being grumpy was a super power, and we could, as a grumpy old brotherhood of geezers, coots, and conservative uncles, could change things just by complaining about them.
No woman would ever leave a toilet seat down again. The Dunkin’ Donuts on Frankford Road would magically reopen and never run out of donuts again. And liver spots and wrinkles would suddenly be attractive to beautiful young women whether they were linked to fortunes or not.
But what if, in order to make better use of this unexplainable super power, we start telling old coots like the fool in the picture that they have to prove they will use this super power only for good, or we will raise their taxes? Or we would forbid them from ever eating bacon again? Either of those things would definitely motivate them.
Of course, the biggest problem with geezers, old coots, and conservative uncles that no one wants to sit next to at Thanksgiving is that they don’t generally get smarter and nicer with age. It is probably not wise to give them a super power that can alter reality. Yes, they are generally quite literally mean-spirited and unqualifiably dumb. And it isn’t really a matter of whether they could ever actually have a super power like that. The real problem is that they already have it. They proved it in 2016 when they elected a gigantic orange-faced Pillsbury Doughboy with mental flatulence to lead our government. And it wasn’t the dumb part that did it. It was the literally mean part. Trump is a walking, talking old coot-complaint given to us by mean old men to tell us, “We are unhappy geezers, coots, and conservative uncles who would rather blow up the government than lift a single tax dollar (especially from a rich dude) to try and fix it”.
What we truly need to do is harness a bit of that grumpy-old-man complaining power, a truly misunderstood and misused super power, to tackle problems like making public schools better, cleaning the environment, and electing smarter leaders (not the stupid ones who actually represent the majority of us). But of course, we will first have to turn off the spigots in the brewery of prejudice and ignorance that is Fox News, and brand all the greedy and stupid people with a red letter “R” for Trumpian Republican. That way, knowing who to vote for to make things better will become easier to the point that even us geezers, old coots, and conservative uncles can do it right.
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