Reading is Fungicidal

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My books are coming in the mail more and more now. I'm like a kid at Christmas. I'm full bore in the research for my new book, and I'm still juggling my outgoing manuscripts. I got two back today. One undeliverable, the other a book agent turned me down. That's okay. One comes back, and two go out to take it's place. I'm going to push the shit out of 2011. This will be my year, I kid you not. This is not an expression of will, this is a statement of purpose.

Hobobob has come a long way in the years that I started writing this blog. It's come to my attention that I should now put the pedal to the metal and turn the tables on this life. I've done it a number of times. Really, not this low down on the totem pole, but I've done it before. I'm certain that I can do it again.

What am I saying? Do I need a win/win? Yeah. It's about time that I do that. It's about time I do many things, and since I've changed, since I am a new man from the one that I was years ago, I have in mind to be successful at change. To manage change. Firstly, what I've got to do is get a handy note pad that I can take with me around. I have to say, that my mind runs constantly, and many times things happen to me in the streets, the subways, in buildings or in stores. Suddenly a thought kicks in and there is a rush of ideas that I want to write about, but I can't. I'm indisposed. I'm shopping, waiting on line to make a purchase, or on a soup line. I need something to jot down my thoughts right there and then.

That's important. To take the initiative, instead of trying to remember what I was thinking at the particular time in question. Such as today, I was watching the movie BLUE CRUSH. You know, a real tits and ass film. It had a very weak storyline, with young, teenage girls trying to get in the professional surfing circuit in Hawaii. So you know what that means, right? Sun, sand, sea and bikinis out the ying yang. I watch films like these for two major reasons. 1) I'm horny and like to watch women's bodies move, and 2) I need a break from being driven mad by the novels I am presently churning out.

When I get writers block, I want to see what other writers are doing. That's the way I see movies and television shows now...the fucking competition. How in the fuck did this script make it to movies or television and I can't my shit out the front door. Yeah, either someone is sucking some massive cock, or nepotism is alive and well. I'm not in neither club, so it looks like I'm going to have to do it the old fashioned way. The school of hard knocks.

Well, getting back to this epic story, BLUE CRUSH. This hot blonde, Kate Bosworth is the head surfer girl, with none other than Michelle Rodriguez, the reason why I picked this film in the first place because I can't get enough of that Michelle. And they are housekeepers at the local hotel during the mornings, then in the afternoons, evenings and crack of dawn, they are surf animals, blasting waves and shooting pipe. Good. Believable. Not really, but what the fuck, hot girls, scantily clad...what plot?

Well, you have a football team arrive in the hotel as VIPs, all of them brutal woman- izers with a stable of honeys hanging on their arms. And they are all linebackers, looking like huge human refrigerators, except for the handsome, lean, celibate quarterback. C'mon. Quarterbacks are the BIGGEST FUCKING WHORES ON EARTH!!! If you're a quarterback and you read me, and you deny it, then YOU'RE A BIG FUCKING LIAR ON TOP OF IT!

But this neat guy, quarterback falls for Kate and treats her Poor White Trash ass to the good life.  Big assed fucking in huge ass hotel rooms. Heavy, white bathrobes after fragrant showers, blueberry waffle and champagne breakfasts, a view of the beach from the bedroom. I mean, this fucking quarterback has the money to lay it on thick, so it's no doubt that he's going to run off with the pussy!

Am I pissed? YES GOD- DAMNIT. Why? Because the writer can do nothing but buy sex from this woman. She's busy with her life when Prince Charming arrives and sweeps her off her feet. This is not realistic to me, and I wonder, who green-lit this for Hollywood? A ten year old can write a plot like this! I'm not saying that money and power doesn't cause women's clothes to fall off without their knowing, I admit it works. The more money you have on the highway of life, the more women, like fucking deer in the headlights, in your path.

But C'MON NOW! Give me a break. I want to see something more authentic, something more real. I can write that. I can DO that. I just need a chance to get something in the hands of the same people that bought this swill. My SWILL is just as good  as THEIR SWILL!!!

It's also disheart- ening, that a man with very little means, such as myself, will always be alone because if money attracts women, the lack of it repels. Take my word for it. Be broke and you'll be fucking alone. But I don't worry. Right now, I need my solitude to write.

I'll get money and women later.

Hobobob