It has begun.<\/p>\n
What has begun?<\/p>\n
The period of time whereupon my wife has left her job and will be a stay-at-home mother to our darling little wolverine tornado, B-Dub, and where I am the sole provider for the family.<\/p>\n
This is awesome.<\/p>\n
I do not say that snarkily. I say that with great oomphing trumpets. My chest is puffed out. My\u00a0<\/em>victorious plumage is on colorful display. My cloaca is flush with turgid triumph.<\/p>\n This is awesome<\/em>.<\/p>\n It is awesome in the colloquial sense, as in, “This is great.”<\/p>\n It is also awesome in the proper sense of the word: awesome like a tsunami, like one’s imagined God, like a meteor made of flaming lions and electric guitars.<\/p>\n And in that proper sense, it is also\u00a0terrifying<\/em>.<\/p>\n Writing’s been good to me. But it’s not a job with a steady paycheck. It’s not universally considered to be a reliable, easy career. Again: it’s been good to me. I’ve little cause to worry at this stage in the game. But writers, as the saying goes, must be sharks. We gotta swim forward —<\/p>\n Or we drown<\/em>.<\/p>\n As such, this is where I turn to you and I ask for your help.<\/p>\n I’m not looking for charity. We’re financially comfortable — “comfortable” in the sense we can pay all our bills without complaint, but also “comfortable” in the sense that one small tragedy could cut our legs out from under us — but really, we’re solid. Just the same, I need to keep doing this to survive, and keeping on keeping as a writer-type means having an audience there willing to catch me when I, well, make jumps like this one.<\/p>\n And catching me means a couple different things.<\/p>\n It means buying my books, for one. I just put up a bundle<\/strong><\/span><\/a> yesterday where you can get all my six author-published writing books for a mere ten bucks until the end of November.<\/p>\n Maybe you’d dig\u00a0a\u00a0woman who can see how you’re going to die just by touching them<\/span><\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n Or maybe you got a hankering for a corn-swept dystopian future full of adventure and turmoil and teenage tragedy<\/strong><\/span><\/a>.<\/p>\n Could be you’d like to read a story about a dude punching his way through the Secret Hell beneath the streets of Manhattan<\/strong><\/span><\/a> in search of his traitorous daughter.<\/p>\n Might be instead that you’d like to read about a teen girl going up against the institutionalized bullies<\/strong><\/span><\/a> of her town and trying to take down a dog-fighting ring.<\/p>\n