Thought I might change it up for a bit and post some stories for a while.See, this will stop me from whinging about stuff that’s been going on: some stupid stuff perpetrated by some pretty darn stupid (and downright horrible) people. There’s no point whinging about this kind of crap because I’ve got no control over how stupid other people are. There’s a quote the cool guy I’m married to told me. I’m not sure who said it originally, but this is how it goes:
“Don’t argue with stupid people. They’ll bring you down to their level and beat you everytime with experience”
I posted my first story under the story tab, but will post most of them here, on the main part of the site. They’ll be of different genres and themes. Some will have pictures, some won’t. I do like drawing the stupid pictures that I put with my posts, although now that Picasa has mysteriously vanished from my computer (probably gobbled up in the final update for my antiquated version of Windows), it’s not quite as fun (or easy).
I’ve written a few books. None of which are published. Hopefully this year I can get some interest in a hiking memoir I wrote about a long hike I did in 2016. This will be challenging because as a rule, non-fiction in Australia is only accepted for publication if you are or have been a journalist, are famous, connected in someway to a famous person or have attained extensive sponsorship for your endeavours. I’ve read most of the hiking memoirs out there: Wild by Cheryl Strayed, Walking to Listen by Andrew Forsthoefel, Tracks by Robin Davidson, A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson, Wild by Nature by Sarah Marquis to name a few and also a buttload of other books about being adventurous. I’m really hoping that after I read From Snow to Ash by Anthony Sharwood that I will have covered enough ground to make my case for the publication of my own memoir. Plus, I’m really hoping I can enlist the help of Anthony Sharwood to maybe make a brief recommendation to a publisher on my behalf. I don’t know, it can’t hurt to ask! If he says no, I’m in the exact same position I’m in now.
If all else fails I can self-publish of course, but this isn’t easy. It would be good to get someone to give me a hand, but I’m pretty sure that I’ll just have to bumble my way through as I do with pretty much everything else. An online dictionary defines “bumble” as “to move or act in an awkward or confused manner.” This is exactly what I mean when I say I will have to bumble my way through. I can see myself tripping over details, turning back to fix something only to find that it can’t be fixed, getting pissed off, crying, not knowing how to upload a document, asking endless questions to an empty room about the imprint page (“Help me! Where does the ISBN go?”), and finally laying down on the floor, kicking and screaming commanded by a tantrum (specifically the dude who tried to photocopy the monitor in the link – that would be me after fighting with Amazon!) the likes of which should have been left behind in the childhood years of 2 – 5.
Anyway, my book is called:
One Foot After the Other
Me on one of the Great Walks on the Sunshine Coast