Once in a lifetime offer

Hello all…

As I reported in the last blog post, AEG is getting ready to fire up the marketing engine and have I got an offer for all of you. OK, in all honesty, it’s more for me than it is for you, but it’s a good offer nonetheless.

I need to collect a minimum 200 email addresses from willing participants (that’s you) so my first press release won’t cost me anything. Should you choose to provide your email addy, it will be kept by the publisher on a secure server, will not be resold, given, loaned, or otherwise used for anything other that information regarding the release of “Dream State”.

So here’s the once in a lifetime offer.

At ZERO dollar cost, just your email address, you will be part of history. The release you get can be printed, framed, sold on eBay to the highest bidder, used as wall or toilet paper, or any other use for the notice you can think of. If the book is a hit, you will be one of the first. If its not a hit, well you get laughing rights.

Either way its a value.

If you want to participate please send me your first and last name with your email address to bobcrull@gmail.com

Thanks all.

Robert E

Dream State Update V4

Good Morning Crew. I know its been awhile since I left a Dream State update, bad part is I had to look at the post to see which version we are on.

My apologies for not providing more info, but to be honest the process was driving me nuts. Reminds me of a joke…

Pirate walks in a bar with a ships wheel sticking out of his pants.

Bartender – Evening Mate, you know you have a ships wheel in your pants.

Pirate – Arrrrrrrrrr, and its driven me NUTS.

End Joke.

Anyway, back to the reason for the post.

I was notified that the proof copy of Dream State is being printed, and that I should expect it in the next two weeks. So whats a proof copy, it is the product of all the piece parts of the process. It has the full cover, the text blocking, all the text pieces included. Basically it’s the first time I get to see the final product.

Upon approval the book migrates from production to sales and marketing and the real fun starts.

Thanks to you all for being a part of the journey. Your riding along has made it much more enjoyable.

Robert E

Short Saturday Poem

Takers



I give you my all
The best that I can give
In the hopes that you will want to live

You’ve made your choice
To do away, to be done
you made the choice
To listen to your own voice

I give to you my all
To see you happy
You say it’s all just shit
And throw it to the wall

You’ve made your choice
To do away, to be done
You made the choice
To listen to your own voice

The taking you do
Is all for you
The taking you do
Drives me into the blue

You’ve made your choice
To do away, to be done
You made the choice
To listen to your own voice

Quicken your pace
Since you want to leave
Quicken your pace
And get outta my face

The taking you do
Has worn me out
Get out now
So I can shout

Dream State the Trailer

A Challenge of sorts

I was talking with a friend of mine and we were discussing whether or not I should try to publish my collection of poems. Based on something I had read from one of the self-publish houses, I would need another 8 poems to have a collection large enough to publish. One thing led to another and I said I thought I could write 8 poems before I went to bed for the day. Immediately after agreeing to this, I took a nap. An hour and a half later, I churned out six poems by 9:00pm.

There is more to the challenge, though. It had to be based on a single word, and the poem had to embody the selected word. The six poems vary in length, but I tried to cut straight to the point of my interpretation of what the word invoked for me.

Leave comments if you’re inclined.

Lesbian

Same,

Different,

We are two,

Though still relevant.

Our growth lies,

In our closeness to one.

Unnatural,

No,

Comfortable,

Pure as the driven snow.

We seek our love,

With those,

That really understand.

Stay

The covers are so cold,

Save that one spot,

Where your foot stay,

Anchoring me,

Keeping me from running astray.

Anchoring me,

With the innocence,

Knowing the warmth was,

From you relaxed.

Regardless the day,

Troubles that may,

You make me relax,

Until they melt away.

Precious sleep,

Shut out the world,

And stay.

Work

Up with the crows,

Staring at the coffee,

Planning the next no show.

A job well done,

Used to be all that was required,

To enjoy the rising of the sun.

Politically correct,

Frustration filled,

Meeting to meeting,

Something always gets spilled,

The pace is so quick,

I have not yet become,

A master of the trick.

The trick you see,

Is to know,

The intended actions,

Of the seeds that we sow.

Forget the job,

For all it provides in truth,

Is prevention,

Of you being a slob.

Work the magic around you,

Grab what is near,

Create for you the next grandest view.

Unreasonable

If we look deep,

Only in the places we sleep,

We will find a vast collection.

Our eyes see all,

Nothing escapes our view,

Our minds filter what it doesn’t understand,

Keeps it all stored for later review.

Our past experience tells us,

What is within reason,

Where the lines are drawn,

Defines our mental season.

We make the choice,

Where the bounds get stretched,

Truth be told its as easy,

As a dog playing fetch.

Face the unreasonable,

With love not fear,

Watch as the obstacles,

Fade to shear.

Time

Seconds pass,

Minutes tick by,

Hours stack up,

Then bleed into days.

The stress,

Of the event,

Is not like,

Sleeping outside in a tent.

The joyousness,

Of a new meeting,

Always seem at the end

To be so fleeting.

Judge not right or wrong,

You will know them all,

Before you reach your prime,

Savor your time.

Dichotomy

Breaking silence,

Noise from the dark,

Red eyes of evil,

Skin as rough as bark.

Calling me,

Come hither,

The sound of the voice,

Makes my courage wither.

Paralyzed,

Can’t move,

Can’t breath,

I’m drawn in smooth.

Closer I come,

To seeing the terror,

Closer I come,

To me.

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Haircut

I was about to get in the shower earlier this afternoon, and thought about taking a very simple thing, a haircut, and turn it into a little poem. Unlike many of my poems this one has no revelation at the end, I wanted to see if I could do it.

Your comments below will be my proof if you chose to play along in this little game.

If so Thank you, If not, Thanks for considering it.

Robert E

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Haircut

Soft,
Long,
Twistable ,
Fine.

Looking Frantic,
Almost like Einstein,
Out of control,
Wild with Idea.

First,
Grab the clipper,
Run it across my head,
Shave it as close as a zipper.

Paint brush will work,
To remove the clippings,
Just an example,
Of a garage hair cut perk.

Next,
To the shower,
Soap to the scalp,
Water flows like rain.

Squeaky clean,
But for the stubble,
Just a little gel,
And that too,
Will be rubble.

No more twisting,
I’ll just have to settle,
To rub the five o’clock shadow.

Do your daily communcations feel like this?

An Email from my niece. She is trying to find paying work in marketing after graduating Magna Cum Laude from university.

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Dear Yadda to Whom it May Yadda,

I yadda yadda’d this to you yadda afternoon concerning yadda and yadda, yet still have not heard yadda yadda from you.

Please yadda as soon as possible, or I will be forced to yadda your yadda yadda

Yadda yadda, have a nice day.

Sincerely,
Yadda,

PS: Yadda yadda yadda.

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Does any one feel the same level of apathy when trying to talk to publishers or tell the story of your latest work to agents?