Posts made in January, 2015

Blog #14: Vodka in Minneapolis

Blog #14: Vodka in Minneapolis

  Why bodka?  (HA!!  I said ‘bodka’…) Why Minneapolis?  (Because that’s just where it was.) There is freedom in vodka. In vodka there is death. Ensconced (entrapped) in living. I should be working on my novel… ‘Should’ is debilitating; ‘Is’ is liberating. No, no—I should be working on my novel… (Ah!  Yes… there is that…) Why do I do that?  I know it will feel good to exercise, but I have to talk myself into it.  I know I’ll be disappointed in myself when I eat things I know aren’t good for me, but I give in to the temptation and eat them anyway.  And I know, psychologically, emotionally, whatever—I’ll be better if I write than if I don’t.  And still I have to force myself to do it… Instead, today, I’m reading (a Robert Howard ‘Conan’ story)… and meditating (which—yea, right? except my meditation has been crap for the last year, and so really the half-assed version of it just now is but another delaying tactic)… making playlists on my Amazon Prime music library (‘Vodka in Minneapolis’—ah, ha!  Now it all makes sense… but probably not)… oh, hey, I haven’t written a new blog this week!  (Just another procrastinating maneuver.) Buttever. I sent my first novel ‘Natalya’s Tale’ to the publisher on Wednesday—so probably to be released in March-ish (early April-esque?)…  Then I’ll have to (I suppose) “play author” again for a bit…  (Ah-ha!:  ‘Vodka in Minneapolis’… (still nuthin’?)) Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  (Just because I was thinking of it… like when I just have to Six:  ppttbbe-ppttbbe!!~) So wouldn’t that be 12? (No, no—of course not… it would be 6—6…) In all the Universe (I’m not even going to get into the Multiverse/Infinite Dimensions jazz), there is just this one moment.  The Big Bang was everything—everywhere and everywhen, but all right here and right now; we’re just really rather slow about the realization of what all it was…  BOOM!!!  Exactly. So there is just this.  So am I truly procrastinating in writing my novel?  Indeed, by troth, and forsoothly?  Because apparently I’ve already written it (and/or failed to do so)… and so now we’re (or at least I’m) just waiting to see how it all turn(s/ed) out… And so I’m not going to poop anymore either, because—well, been there, done that, hey?             “What’s that abysmal stink?!” Just nevermind. “So, sew, suck your toe—all the way to...

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Blog # 13: the Selfie (an interview)

Blog # 13:  the Selfie (an interview)

MISHKA: “So, Mishka, let’s get right down to it, shall we? I think what’s on everybody’s mind right now: when will your debut novel, ‘Natalya’s Tale’, be available? MISHKA: “Well, I’m glad you asked—but, quite frankly, I just don’t know. I might send it into the publisher at absolutely any time now… then again, I might not. (You know how I can be…)” MISHKA: “[HA!] Yes, well, I guess I suppose I might I reckon I surmise I purport I—” {slap} “Thanks! I think I do! Alright, well—” MISHKA: “I’ll say this much, I hope to have it ready to send in yet this month, which means a probable release in about March.” MISHKA: “Well, alright! And we’ll all be looking… forward to that… I’m sure…” MISHKA: “Butanyhoo?” MISHKA: “Indeed. Well, let’s get to what you’re working on now…” MISHKA: “My current project is another novel, entitled ‘The Telemachy of Mishka’. It’s sort of a sequel to ‘The Odyssey of Homer’, but with the protagonist being Odysseus’s son Telemachus.” MISHKA: “Hm, sounds intriguing…” MISHKA: “Yeah, yeah—no, just shut up now and let me talk. Okay?… Good. So I was re-reading ‘The Odyssey’ last summer and it occurred to me that Telemachus has the potential for being a really screwed up guy… he grew up without a father, because Odysseus was off fighting the Trojan War and was then trying to get home—so his primary male role models were the suitors of his mother Penelope, who were just greedy bastards trying to get at his family’s wealth and power. And then, when his father does finally return to Ithaca, Telemachus finds himself living in the shadow of one of the greatest heroes of the Heroic Age of ancient Greece.” MISHKA: “Yikes! So quite a lot to live up to, hey? (It’s okay that I spoke again now, right? ‘cause—)” MISHKA: “And (—don’t be a douche—) without a solid foundation of personal self-worth!” MISHKA: “Well, it certainly sounds like a hoot.” MISHKA: “(I hate you…)” MISHKA: “Pardon?” MISHKA: “Hm? Oh, nothing—just clearing my throat… Yes, yes, it should be fun. Like ‘Natalya’s Tale’, it’s humorous fantasy, but with perhaps slightly less absurd undertones. I’m basically (mostly) sticking to the setting proved by ancient mythology, though, of course, my characters mostly (basically) express themselves in colloquial fashion.” MISHKA: “And what will the future bring for Mishka Zakharin?” MISHKA: “Hopefully the novel I...

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