tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43303605931331841042012-02-01T16:34:15.209-08:00Or ramblings of schizoid discontent from the 'mind' of a frustrated writer...Bard Constantinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219886005988062144noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330360593133184104.post-54983777662214510152012-01-30T19:24:00.000-08:002012-01-30T19:53:16.770-08:00

            I heard the staccato of her heels down the hall…Smoggy days, rainy nights.  The windshield weeps under the glow of tacky neon lights.The good thing about being depressed in New Haven is that you can always take a field trip out to a joint where you can feel even worse.  In this case it was the Gaiden, a high pillow Downtown nightclub that was celebrating its reopening.  Course, the

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If you're one of the three people who keep track of what I do creatively, then you know that I've tossed my literary hat in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest with my novel The Troubleshooter: New Haven Blues. If you don't know anything about the contest, then here's the general idea:  People from all around the world enter into two categories (general fiction and YA) to try to win a

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Life as an unpublished writer can be filled with a lot of 'what do I do now' moments.  I remember when I 'completed' my first novel.  A large accomplishment, yes.  The impact of said achievement, however, wasn't exactly long lasting.  Once a project is finished, the Great Void opens, where the writer faces the Unknown, that vast wilderness of choices and decisions that awaits. This is where many

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Being a writer is very much a solitary occupation. And that's not bad, because as a borderline schizoid I require a lot of inattention.  More than I manage to hoard, in fact.  Therefore I have no problem with the invisibility of writing.  I say invisibility because no one cares about the unpublished writer.  I normally don't like discussing my writing because the average person only listens to

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And so I have chosen to collect my thoughts in blog form.  The reason is simple:  should I fall to the embrace of dust before I become a nationally bestselling author, this may be the only place where lemmings and zombies can gather to read my sagacious and avant-garde thoughts, musings, and ramblings. And how could I deny you that honor? A little about me since I obviously didn't leave much

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