Read My Books. Save My Museum
Although you will see that phrase pop-up from time to time, we have tried not to make it paramount: this is not about giving you homework, and we don’t want to be perceived as making a money grab. (It is worth noting that all of our books, offered here on our website, are completely free; just click on the link.) What we do want to be perceived as is a couple of people who desperately want to warn the world about the very preventable impact of Fashion Pollution, and to create a VIRAL VIBE with regards to the Miniature Museum, C.O.W. (aka "Citizens of the World", and we have a couple of other fledgling charities in mind, but have not presented them to the world yet) and yes, our books.
Because it’s really all about storytelling, isn’t it?
So, if you READ OUR BOOKS, here is how that helps SAVE OUR MUSEUM.
Because they can’t steal my books. I have them on thumb drives; I have them in the cloud. I have paper copies locked in a safe and secretly buried in jars in the ground. I have jettisoned them around the world to folks, sometimes bound versions, sometimes cyber stories. They may be able to take a single book, or ten, but they cannot steal the brain that birthed them, unless they go full Walking Dead on me. In my stories, there are bad guys–like the real life villains who pillaged my museum storage unit. But in my stories, the Villains are vanquished, the Heroes triumphant and admired–even if they are, underneath the façade, geeks and nerds and Everymen. In my superstitious soul, after younger years of abusing my health, I just knew I would die right after I typed the last sentence of “Reaper’s Waltz”, and I was so sure that THE END would also be my end, but I did not want to die without finishing the novel either, so I did. My hatred of men was vented and vaunted in “Ten Terrible Truths About Men”(actually, a dark Valentine to the unfairer sex); my hatred of hearing the “N” word was regaled in “Appomatoxic”, and the abuse and misuse of religion exposed in “Liberty’s Tyranny”. And in spite of having decided not to drink anymore, that did not stop me from penning “Woman Wine”, indeed, the only kind of hard grape juice for which I would break my sober streak.
In books I–we–can go anywhere, be anything, exact any and all revenge, impose mighty and merciful justice, and if I am, ever Ridiculous, may it be in the spirit of John Kennedy O’Toole and Michael Poore. In my books, there are tragedies and pratfalls, belly laughs and belly flops, gods and angels and devils and Amway Salesmen. There are Random Acts of Kindness, not to outshine Random Acts of Cruelty–but never, never, without justice in the end. In my books, there are Happily Ever Afters, but only for those who deserve it. The only limit is. . . my imagination? Well, dammit, why should we stop there?
Yes, and perhaps you may decide to hit the “DONATE” button, so you can help us in that way. But for God's sake, give us credit. We didn’t lead with that.
We did not lead with that.
So, as you meander through our web pages and beyond, allow us to leave you with our favorite quotation about books. It is from the immortal Oscar Wilde: “It’s what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.”
Although you will see that phrase pop-up from time to time, we have tried not to make it paramount: this is not about giving you homework, and we don’t want to be perceived as making a money grab. (It is worth noting that all of our books, offered here on our website, are completely free; just click on the link.) What we do want to be perceived as is a couple of people who desperately want to warn the world about the very preventable impact of Fashion Pollution, and to create a VIRAL VIBE with regards to the Miniature Museum, C.O.W. (aka "Citizens of the World", and we have a couple of other fledgling charities in mind, but have not presented them to the world yet) and yes, our books.
Because it’s really all about storytelling, isn’t it?
So, if you READ OUR BOOKS, here is how that helps SAVE OUR MUSEUM.
- After preliminary inquiries, it seems that if we can get some level of viral popularity, a number of bookstores, (even some in New York City), will allow us book readings, which will increase book sales, which can then go into the rebuilding of the museum.
- This same logic can be applied to connecting with a powerful publishing company--public support can lead to being picked up by someone who knows more than I do about publishing books. Self-publishing has been fun, but we aren’t in this for the giggles. Again, money to repair and rebuild the collection. . .
- And this is the important one: Why do I ask you to read my books, after the decimation of the miniature museum? I thought about it long and hard. I owe you an explanation. I came up with this: (maybe a character I create will say this one day. . .:)
Because they can’t steal my books. I have them on thumb drives; I have them in the cloud. I have paper copies locked in a safe and secretly buried in jars in the ground. I have jettisoned them around the world to folks, sometimes bound versions, sometimes cyber stories. They may be able to take a single book, or ten, but they cannot steal the brain that birthed them, unless they go full Walking Dead on me. In my stories, there are bad guys–like the real life villains who pillaged my museum storage unit. But in my stories, the Villains are vanquished, the Heroes triumphant and admired–even if they are, underneath the façade, geeks and nerds and Everymen. In my superstitious soul, after younger years of abusing my health, I just knew I would die right after I typed the last sentence of “Reaper’s Waltz”, and I was so sure that THE END would also be my end, but I did not want to die without finishing the novel either, so I did. My hatred of men was vented and vaunted in “Ten Terrible Truths About Men”(actually, a dark Valentine to the unfairer sex); my hatred of hearing the “N” word was regaled in “Appomatoxic”, and the abuse and misuse of religion exposed in “Liberty’s Tyranny”. And in spite of having decided not to drink anymore, that did not stop me from penning “Woman Wine”, indeed, the only kind of hard grape juice for which I would break my sober streak.
In books I–we–can go anywhere, be anything, exact any and all revenge, impose mighty and merciful justice, and if I am, ever Ridiculous, may it be in the spirit of John Kennedy O’Toole and Michael Poore. In my books, there are tragedies and pratfalls, belly laughs and belly flops, gods and angels and devils and Amway Salesmen. There are Random Acts of Kindness, not to outshine Random Acts of Cruelty–but never, never, without justice in the end. In my books, there are Happily Ever Afters, but only for those who deserve it. The only limit is. . . my imagination? Well, dammit, why should we stop there?
Yes, and perhaps you may decide to hit the “DONATE” button, so you can help us in that way. But for God's sake, give us credit. We didn’t lead with that.
We did not lead with that.
So, as you meander through our web pages and beyond, allow us to leave you with our favorite quotation about books. It is from the immortal Oscar Wilde: “It’s what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.”