Skip to main content

A New Hope

It's been a minute since my last post - apologies for that. It's been an uncharacteristic month for me as well. I've been dished out more losses than wins, with my mountain-high level confidence been razed to a level of a soccer pitch. And yet? Yet - I keep digging.

Why? Hope. That's right - hope.

Hope for a brighter day, hope for another win with a grip of more hard work, hope that you're closer to your goal than when you started, and some much more. To me it's a fascinating portion of the human condition. I've observed in the absence of all else (seemingly insurmountable odds, lack of resources, for examples) but if you still have hope, then you can continue through the desperate of situations.

I could rattle off a litany of situations from my perspective that was desperate but comparatively speaking they weren't that dire. Just seemed like it. And for now, too.

Someone once told me the "grass is greener on the other side", and of course, a realist retorted, "but once you get there it's been sprayed with pesticide, and the other side is now greener". The classic debate of optimism and hope versus the reality met. Right?

I chuckled because on the day and what's happening, I would be quoting either one! Recently I received an automated email that gave me a little more hope. You see, despite my busy schedule, I am still hopeful of editing my published book Napkin Nights: The Crunk Chronicles. I wanted to sell it on Amazon, Google, and more, but the book format I chose is not compatible to those channels. Though, pleasing to look at, they won't assign it with an ISBN until it's a standardized book size.

Awesome, I thought sarcastically.

So if I'm wanting to sell on Amazon, then I'll have to reformat the book, right? Boom shakalaka boom! Well, knowing that I've wanted to revise and re-edit the book, I might as well edit first. Then re-evaluate the page count in a standard format.

I've been stuck on this for years ... I do mean years. Remember that automated email? I was scrolling through my emails. Lulu Press Inc via Paypal sent me an email with the subject line, "Lulu Revenues". That means I've sold a copy of my book. But it's been well over a year since I've sold my book to a friend, co-worker, family, bribing, etc, so I thought it was a mistake. I read the email, and sure enough after double-checking my Lulu orders made I did earn money. Not only did I sell one book, but two copies of it in August to unknown buyers. So it sold on it's own merits, not because I talked it up to someone recently.

Then there was that ah-ha, light bulb moment - there's still hope for this project.

My thoughts rolled over to this blog, in fact. I was chatting about it at a birthday party for a friend to a person I've never met. I remarked that 90% of my audience is passive, but definitely engaged and reading. She asked how did I know. Valid question and I answered that I received this feedback face-to-face. That one reader told me, when I post I must have a sixth sense because my timing is impeccable and the subject matter is relevant to what he's experiencing.

Another reader told me at different birthday party (his wife's) in another city and state, that he loves reading my posts, and encouraged me to keep writing. Sometimes they are funny, sometimes they're poignant, and others are inspiring.

A new hope, perhaps? Hope for me, hope for you.

Perhaps the grass isn't greener on the other side. Maybe the grass is green is wherever you put the water of hope. So hopefully, I've been watering the right side this entire time. Insert a smirk here.

This has been my C Note.
'los; out

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Let's Dance

The other week, I was driving to my 2 nd job at Malarky’s Sports Grill. Wednesday to be exact. I noticed a man standing at a bus sign waiting for a bus. I recognized the man right away. It was Kenny, The Dancing Wild Man of Factoria. It’d been a minute since I’ve seen him on the streets of Issaquah, I was growing concerned that something awful happened to him. I was thankful to find him once again, and within the same area I “met” him the first time… hilarious story. I remember distinctively. It was my first summer I spent in Issaquah. The sun was out, so relatively warm. I was bombing around in the Sapphire Sled [an arctic blue, 2004 Acura RSX Type S] with the windows down, the tunes up. I was stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Front Street and NW Gilman Blvd; the busiest intersection. From out-the-cuts, I heard someone screaming! I pull off my shades immediately. I whip my head around trying to seek out the source of the noise. I turn down the radio as I desper...

Manic Monday, Terrible Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday, Throwback Thursday, and Finally Friday

What a roller coaster week I have had! To start off the week was a manic Monday. After work on Monday , I did a WinCo run with WCP. Always entertaining. Tuesday was terrible. Started off by being tardy for work, so I treated myself to Tully's before posting up. And... in my experience, when you start off a day like that, any attempt to speed up or make up that half-step, half-tick, never happens. For inexplicable reason, you are now out-of-step with the Universe, and like fucking hell you're gonna make it back up. Never. Fails. I was late to meetings, I was late to a gym class I'm regularly early for, and the list goes on. In fact, I decided on that day instead of seeking out my dream girl of a svelte body, superior intelligence, endless energy, and with a litany of characteristics to make any fairy godmother proud I made the wide-sweeping declaration that I wanted this instead. A 2-ton, yoga pants wearing, 45 year old, bitter, divorcee that is one more named cat f...

Cinematic Carlos - Seattle International Film Festival 2014

Last night started the 2nd year of my annual tradition (?) of screening several movies during the Seattle International Film Festival. I've known about for years, even a short stint in managing travel during the 2001 SIFF (that's even a longer story!) However, I had zero to little interest in it. I had no good reason either way. Last year, my dear friend, Cindy, invited me to be her movie buddy for SIFF. I accepted because I had no honestly good reason to refuse. We ran around the city tracking down movies that we wanted to watch, others were forgettable but that's the point! Some of these films will hit the mainstream. Most do not. Through the movies, misadventures, and mischief, we had a blast. So, it goes without saying, she invited me to repeat the feat. It continues to teach me: Despite how 'busy' you are - slow down and cherish the time with friends, family, and loved ones That as you grow older - invites should bear more weight than when you were y...