There is no such thing in life as an easy ride. Or is it free ride, or free lunch? I can’t remember. See no matter how great life might be for a period, shit has a way of creeping up on you and hitting you a sucker punch full of bad just when you thought you were invincible. Like say you won some money and then your team scored a hat trick in the footie that same week and you we’re like; ‘HELL’S YEAH!!’ but then the TV license hits on the same day rents due and your skint again for the remainder of the month and you’re like ‘sheeeeeeeeit’ Clay Davis style – yeah that sort of thing. Of course this negative moan isn’t purely random – it all relates to my current dilemma with Lulu.com, high production charges, bumbled promotion and inevitable setbacks that I knew would be right along at some stage. Heck I knew some shit had to be in the post, but goddamn if I didn’t expect to be ambushed by the whole nasty posse all at once.
Consequently all my plans have been shelved for a week or two while I assess the financial impact of start up costs with a new self publishing house all the while thinking up new ways to promote my stuff and get my hands on a few copies of my own book cheaply in order to arrange some signings. Oh and then there’s the complete re-edit of the entire book which needs to happen in the next two days so I don’t get hit up for extra charges in post print adjustments which means speed reading close to 400 pages in 48 hours. Again I say: goddamn!!
Like anything, living the dream can sometimes mean living the nightmare. It can mean sacrificing a whole lot for the short term little. But that said the long game is where the pay days at and if it wasn’t for the occasional swim in hip deep shit you’d never be able to smell the roses and appreciate the good times when they roll. So right now I feel like curling up and crying about it, but as my friend Matty would say; ‘take a man pill and shut the fuck up’. Cathartic and shameful all at once, there’s nothing like feeling obliged to get shit done while re-affirming your no puss cake. Old boys called it character building.
So I just took my man pill and now it’s time to buckle down and get this thing dusted. Because hard work and perseverance teams to push boulders up hills, and sometimes a reminder of who you are and what you’re about is all it takes to get the ball back rolling. And in two weeks when I’m back on track I’ll be wondering what I even had to worry about. I’d like to thank my friend Neil for saying so and the boys down the gym for growling at me, now if you’ll excuse me, this job ain’t gonna do itself.
Til next time
Peace out – Bad Man
