It’s hard to call yourself a writer when you don’t write. It’s almost as if there should be a past tense noun for someone that wrote something once and then slipped back into a normal life of mundane nonsense. A “wroter” maybe. I’ve been living this diurnal routine and I let fiction slip to that thing I could do, that thing I did once and would do again as if it were a project car collecting oxidization out in the barn.

Actually I don’t have a barn; no one in the suburbs does. And I don’t have an old car, or anything that’s antique and rusting. I just can’t get into that nostalgic mindset and I suppose that’s either because I’m pretentions or lazy. Things with “potential” make me cringe. The finished product is where it’s at. I prefer shiny. So maybe it’s the work involved with a writing project that feels so off-putting. The prospect of a rough and then a second and third draft before that coveted final.

I suppose I need to just do it. Holy shit, isn’t that the single best phrase in advertising history? I was eight years old and on vacation in Ohio when I heard it first. Nike had paid the billions required to use a Beetles song in a TV commercial and played “Revolution” juxtaposed against some grainy footage of track stars running in their swoosh laden gear and sweat. The commercial faded to black and then that iconic “just do it” appeared in a white font. I imagine the guy that came up with that slogan was working late one night trying to appease the Nike gods and he was probably wracking his brain trying to figure out a proper slogan when he told himself to “just do it”. That’s when the choir of heavenly voices accompanied the rays of light shooting down from the heavens. It was perfect, and it’s what I need to do. And for the record, a “vacation in Ohio” is like a pleasure cruise in a cesspit; oxymoronic as hell.

I’m a few thousand words away from completing “Ephemeral Truths and Short Fiction”, or at least the shitty rough draft, and I suppose I could finish by Friday if I just did it. It’ll be a collection of four short stories and the drivel you find here on The Velveteen Maraca. It’ll be free, so I’ve got no problem saying that you’ll get your money’s worth. And yes, there will be plenty in the book that isn’t on this site and there are things on this site that won’t be in the book so please keep coming back here like addled crack addicts. Thanks for that by the way; I can’t tell you how happy I get when I notice that I’ve gained a new follower or when I get that first read from a previously uncharted foreign country.

This blog, this crutch, has been consuming my writing time. It serves its purpose, but at times it’s like a parasite that only partially fulfils my need to put thought into print. It’s got pictures and statistics and comments and loads of other distractions that keep me coming back but I need to shun this outlet until book #2 is complete. So I’m going to. This is the last post I’m going to make until book #2 enters the editing process. I promise (myself, not you).

Anyway, here’s the cover image. I love it. I didn’t have many followers in the beginning but if you go back to my first post, Wal-Mart, you’ll be able to figure out the impetus behind the image. Lastly, you should to go to if you need professional graphic design services because I couldn’t be more pleased with Miemo’s services.

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5 thoughts on “Once a Writer

  1. Ahhh don’t leave the blog! You’ll be missed if you do but I do know what you mean. My blog is properly neglected most of the time. I’m a graze type of blogger. If I could bang something out really quickly and know it was spot on straight away then I’d blog more often but I get caught up in, “Leave it a day and check it again” because I ramble A LOT and coming back and checking is a good way for me to cut it down. After a few returns suddenly a week has gone by and then I feel like I’m failing! Self induced pressure or what!

    I was just thinking, good job that bloke at Nike wasn’t at that point late at night in the office when you say to yourself, “Do you know what, you can damn well do it yourself! I don’t get paid for this s**t!” Else the Nike slogan could have been slightly less popular…if not quite entertaining!

    Love the cover art, it’s awesome! Can’t wait to read book two. Why are you putting it up for free by the way? Hope you don’t mind me asking that but I think your work is great and I think it’s worth paying for too. Anyway just wondering out loud…well out loud with my fingers that is.

    Great post and hope to see you back very soon. Oh and one more thing…Just do it! 😀

    1. It’s a good question and I appreciate the compliment. There are a few reasons actually. First, the book will only be slightly longer than forty thousand words. Secondly, about sixty percent of it is available elsewhere already (for free). And lastly, I’m hoping to get loads of exposure thanks to the whole “free” thing.

      If all goes as planned, I should only be taking a two week break from blogging so I’ll be back at it soon. I promise.



      1. Ahhh I see, three very good points. So, while the free one (with the great cover) is out there doing its stuff will you be writing something else? The length doesn’t really matter by the way and actually I get the impression that as an e-book shorter does quite well. Sometimes people just want something they can read when they have some limited spare time without feeling like thy have to get caught up in some mega plot. Ooooh I’ve just had an idea, I will send it to you!

        Anyway will look forward to seeing you back here in a couple of weeks; hope you cleared the blog holiday with HR and filed a holiday form! 🙂 Don’t worry about replying, I know you’re not really here on the blog, so take care and happy writing!

  2. I hear you on the blogging level. It has much allure, but such a different feel than fiction writing. Great cover. Can you link me to your Walmart post? I am against them as a rule…ever since Charles Fishman’s book: The Walmart Effect.

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