Finally.
The rough draft of, There's No Good Campfires Left in Hell has been written. Now it's time to edit.
Finally.
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The day and age of fucking around is over. I’ve had a good six months fucking off and neglecting my writing. For public consumption that is. So my apologies, for my lack of material. I’ve been working on the book, yes, but not as much as I should have been. Over a year ago I walked away from modeling, the fashion industry and getting my picture taken. It takes time and energy. Time and energy that I no longer felt needed to be spent. Somehow, as life works, I was swept up into it again. The cards dealt me another ride on the ferris wheel of bullshit and superficial self-absorption. Now- Don’t get me wrong. I’ll always be self-absorbed... It’s in my blood. Junkies are the epitome of self-absorption. We only know ourselves, our needs, our wants. We’re a different breed, mentally, physically, chemically. We function on a different plane from the others - and to be a creative... Look out, Buster. There’s only one person on this stage. All hecklers will be taken outside and beaten, bloody. That aside, through this nasty world of getting my picture taken and never being up to par, my writing has suffered. I let it go. I still wrote everyday. On the book and writing love letters... Yes. I guess the self-absorbed demon that I am developed an attachment. Life, it’s weird. So writing rants on the internet daily diminished. I think someone, somewhere at sometime must have said that a happy writer is a shit writer. It’s much easier to write when morose and seething. Since the one I am betrothed to is many miles away, in that absence that cynicism and loathing will surely return and the words that spring from my finger tips should be red hot and unceasing. Lovely how that kind of thing works isn’t it? So no more distractions. No more film, no more photos. Retired. Back on the angry writer wagon where I belong. Now, take a breath relax, I’m not always mad - BUT... Rarely am I pleased. I’m much more comfortable with my solitude and my sneer. Except for the exception of the company I adore. There are a few... So back to work. Finishing my life coaching certification. Life is funny, the ex junkie who’s still mad, helping others who can relate, give them piece of mind. That’s my job. That and write about that journey. 13 years of being a scum bag has given me a lot to write about. About 5 books worth. The second will be out late fall. In print, online and in audio. I’ll be doing readings in the city. You’ll be able to see me, hear my voice and absorb the energy you can feel in my words. It’s coming - give me a month or so. I’ll be out there. And I promise not to disappoint. Thanks for sticking it out in my absence. Continuing to buy my books, read my blog and pass it around the internet. I see you, and I thank you... You haven’t been forgotten. Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M Check out my blog http://katemonahan.org/ Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan |
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