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But we’re not those kinds of people are we?

Finished those two short story revisions and started submitting them today. The YA market is a bit edgy and controversial so I’m hoping the story will fit well there.

Of course the mystery crime markets are so fucking slim for the second story. I just subbed it to Hitchcock. Acceptance there is as slim as the pickings but I’ll give it 4 months and then sub someplace else.

That sci-fi/ya story I was on the fence about last week I started on Saturday. Doing 2 finished pages a day with screaming kids and wife around (he he), I managed to get over 2k words (11 pages) as of this morning. Looks good. Any doubts of repeating myself are not there. Stupid me, right? I’m liking it. Feels different from anything I did before. Think I’ll be done with it by the end of the week, hoping.

Son had his dental operation on Friday. The brave little booger had three teeth pulled, not two. The third was just a loose baby tooth that was hanging out and the dentist said, “What the fuck. We might as well take this one too.”

The insurance worked out. We only had to pay for the anesthesia. Considering the whole bill would have been almost 2k I’m not complaining. Plus, how can you let a child be awake for a thing like that. I had one tooth pulled and those needles were a nightmare.

Son had no pain when he came home and all through the weekend. With any luck he’ll have no more broken fillings with cracked teeth. But we’re not those kinds of people are we?

Anyway, I forgot Stainboy last time. Here is epi five:

people have more business than they need than to be annoyed by a bunch of weirdos

Started the 3rd block of Kharma part 12, pages 80 – 120 today. Should be done with it on Friday. Don’t plan on doing any writing on Thurs. Have to see my son get an award at school and then take my wife to work.

Finished the second draft of the short story over the week end. Waiting to hear back from editor.

Next part of the day we took our son to this pediatric dentist to look at his bad tooth. When we got there the two nurses, who soon became witches, told us that our insurance wont cover the visit. But we got them, ABA Pediatrics, from our insurance company. Yes, but your son is 10. We only work on kids 5 and under.

What the fuck?

Mind you my wife called them and verified all this. So we spent the next hour in the dentist office with the insurance company trying to get around it, to get an exception, to get the dentist their money, and almost did. The insurance company faxed over some papers to ABA Pediatrics and the witch wouldn’t touch it. The blond chick who’s accent I couldn’t place stood five feet away from it like it was the plague and said she will not fill it out. They made good witches. Had clipped, irritated voices when talking to us. Even had a kid screaming for thirty minutes in the back like he was having all his teeth pulled out.

In the end we left with nothing but the fax. I went back to the general practitioner dentist to have them fill it out so we can take it to another pediatric dentist.

Just so frustrating dealing with insurance companies and receptionist/nurses, having people act like they hate you doesn’t make it much easier. Funny, in this case the insurance people were the nice ones. I don’t know. I guess some people have more business than they need than to be annoyed by a bunch of weirdos.

My son’s not in pain, so that’s good. If he is we could just take him to the ER in Newark and get it done today but it is my wife’s birthday is today. I don’t think that would have been a fun time for her. Instead I took her to South House on Newark Ave and filled her with chili and wine.

Saw that actor Powers Booth and author William Hjortsberg died in the last 48 hours. Just crazy. Two more factors of my youth.

To cheer you up, I leave you episode 2 of Stain Boy:

to live and experience this fascist time

Finished 2nd short story revision and send it out to market. Hope it satisfies. If not that’s okay. Although I’m not in love with my short stories I think I did a good job and maybe someone else will buy it.

Also submitted to a second market today. It’s low pay plus copy but it’s in a slum genre I love so it gives me some street cred.

Completed 40 revised pages of Kharma novel revisions out of 151 pages. Will start the next 40 pages tomorrow. How this works for all novels is this:

After the first draft is complete I take a chunk like 40 pages a week and break it in half. I do 20 pages Monday and 20 Tues. Then on Wed I go back to the first 20 pages again Wed and again second 20 pages Thurs.

See. I just did two revisions in a week. And then I keep going with the next chunk. If I don’t get the novel right and readable after that then I might as well throw it out.

The son has teeth pain. Two culprits. After x-rays today found out that the top on we can do nothing about. The adult tooth is pushing the baby tooth out, which has a filling. He’ll have the bear it.

The bottom tooth has a broken filling and is also being pushed out by an adult tooth. He has too options. 1) Get a crown, which he had done before years ago and it broke off soon after. 2) Have the tooth pulled so the new tooth can grow out. This kid has gone through a lot in his teen years with his teeth but not much in the last few years. He’s a toughie.

Found this neat site today First 100 Day of Fascist Germany. The main page states:

During the highly contentious political climate in this country, the terms “fascism” and “Nazi Germany” have been tossed around quite freely by both sides of the political spectrum. As a response to this and in an effort to provide some clarity of what fascism in Nazi Germany actually looked like, we at the Emory University German Department initiated a research project that aims to document the first 100 days of National Socialism- from the day that Adolf Hitler was named Reichskanzler on January 30, 1933 until May 9, 1933.

Fascism has fascinated me since I was a child. I’ve been a punk all my life. I’ve fought against and questioned authority in all its forms. In a strange way I feel privileged to be alive in this Trump era, to live and experience this fascist time. Yes, it is horrible but I am proud to see so many people in the world rise against this administration, the politicians and the citizens. Wow, the citizens.

So yeah, I’ve been checking out the days and there are many similarities between Hitler’s crew and Trump’s crew. No surprises but still interesting in a historical context.

On an even sadder note, I saw that brilliant character actor Michael Parks died today. Don’t know what he died from. My guess is cancer. It has been eating all the brilliant ones. Of course Michael Parks sticks out from his work in Twin Peaks but also his recurring character Earl McGraw in Quentin Tarentino and Robert Rodriguez’s film’s From Dusk Til Dawn, Kill Bill, Planet Terror, and Death Proof; Kevin Smith’s frightening and bizarre films Red State and Tusk, and a slew of movies starting from 1965. The man was a true chameleon and at times I would see him on the screen and say to myself, “That guy looks so familiar,” and later learn that it was him. Rest in peace, brother.

Little accomplishments help break the long depression

That horrible man we shall call a dentist stuck his needles in my gums and tongue to numb me before he pulled out my tooth. Would you believe he used a Q-tip with some minty stuff to pre-numb me in order for me not to feel the needles? Good gravy. I don’t remember those needles feeling like electric shock in my mouth. Five or more different spots! I handled it well. Called him a son of a bitch and rinsed out my mouth.

The tooth yanking was cake. I think the kid who assisted and held Mr. Thirsty was just out of Mr. Dentist School. 1, 2, 3. All done. I felt no pain but was annoyed of how he stretched out my mouth like I was in some absurd porn trying to fit five cocks inside, you know.

From sitting down to pulling out it took 20 minutes.

The next four hours at home were rough. I’m biting on gauze to stop the bleeding. Side of the face so numb I could bite my tongue off and not even know it. I got my daughter with me who I just picked up off the bus. My father-in-law and son are with me and so are ABA therapist and my daughter’s case specialist. All these people around and I’m in the next room suddenly with the chills, hungry (I hadn’t eaten in 6 hours), and mad drooling with bloody soaked that threatens to choke me if I fall asleep. I’m feeling useless.

My son, who knew this morning about the dentist, interacts with me now having no idea what’s wrong.

Here’s the catch. I’m the guy who takes care of everyone. My wife will have to take charge when she gets home from work. (don’t ask about my father-in-law) By now I should be picking up my wife, making sure my son does his home work, and then making dinner. Earlier I cheated with my daughter’s snack and gave her cereal instead of cutting her up fruit.

Don’t get my wife wrong. She wants and did take care of me and the kids when she came home. But it was hard for her. I had to talk her through it. We’re two different people from two different lives. Tomorrow will be back to normal.

But before that I finished revising and sent out that story to that mag and also sent out two other stories. So that’s 3 markets out. And I received 1 rejection today.

Submitting to magazines got me thinking about what I wrote about yesterday about groups and how I never stick with just one. In my career I’ve been accepted by various kinds of markets.

Strikingly different.

And strikingly scarce.

I lot of what I write doesn’t fit in with a market, with the market’s group. And that’s fine. I don’t want to speak to people who don’t want to listen to me.

But to the ones that do buy what I write, the feeling is awesome.

So the point I’m tying to make?

Don’t worry about rejection.

And write short stories. Even if you are writing a novel. Novels take time but short stories don’t. While you’re doing your big project you can do many short stories and, considering your goals, you can make some scratch or find exposure.

Plus, you can piss off your friends in your writer’s group who are still spending years working their novels going nowhere. Little accomplishments help break the long depression. Also, what you learn from writing the short stories will go into the craft of writing your novel. You can’t lose.