I meant to write this a couple weeks ago, but better late than never.
Announcing an all-new, all-invasive method of displaying your personal information on the Internet! Zabasearch! Not only do they list your previous addresses and any other information they can find, each and every person in their database now has their own blog! And anyone can post anything they want on said blog!
At this point my hopes for a quick recovery are gone. The news from the south coast, especially New Orleans, is as bad as the news from southern Asia this past winter (minus the terrible body count).
What has happened to New Orleans is affecting me a lot more than what happened in Asia. I’ve been to New Orleans twice for two short weekends; once in the summer and once in the winter. The first time was enough for me to become enchanted with the smelly, historic city. The second time convinced me I had to go for at least a week to really enjoy it. I never made time for New Orleans again. I regret that decision.
Two recent movies have managed to make waves in Newsweek and elsewhere as somewhat racist movies. The controversial culprits? Hitch and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Yes, these two movies are indeed exposing the deep, dark underbelly of racism in this country. (Never mind that Charlie was actually written by an Englishman.)
The new flurry of activity around writing my book comes mostly from the inspired suggestion of my lover that I self-publish it as a series. While I’ve already strongly considered the self-publishing route (it’s said to be ideal for prickly, independent cusses), the serialization idea means I can get my work out much faster than writing the whole thing in one fell swoop.