How it Almost Happened: Broken Promise Records

I’ve been on a big documentary binge as of late and it’s been a good source of topics for blogs! One of my favorite documentary devices is “what would have been different?” Essentially, if the catalyst hadn’t happened, how different would the world have been? Someday I hope my books, and my work, is the subject of documentaries — until then, I’m going to spill my own tea on the topics.

For this week’s blog, I wanted to share with you some of the early concepts of “Broken Promise Records,” and reflect on how different the book could have been from its current existence.

[SPOILER ALERT]: If you haven’t read “Broken Promise Records: Remastered,” spoilers are ahead!

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Buying Bottled Water When the Well Runs Dry — A Search for Blog Topics

I’m going to be honest: I’m not always the supreme creativity machine I’d have you believe I am. Sometimes I am scratching my head for story ideas and blog topics. Like Richard Gere stopping by a street corner and talking to Julia Roberts, sometimes I need professional help for my dilemma. I’m also cheap, so I’m not paying for it either. So …I guess Richard Gere wouldn’t be stopping to talk to Julia Roberts, but someone who says people say she looks like Julia Roberts (when we all know damn well no one said it but her grandma, and Grandma thinks Julia Roberts is the girl who works at the bank). 

Today, I was cruising through a blog idea generator, and nothing struck. What did tickle me pink was some of the concepts, which gave me an idea in and of itself. This week, I’m going to take some of those blog topics and add my own wise-ass commentary to it. In the topic field, I typed “Writing” and got some really interesting responses.

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[THANKSGIVING 2020] – I Am Grateful

When I think back on how this year has been a hot coffee enema, I am reminded of a quote from the movie Apollo 13, starring Tom Hanks:

Nasa Director: …I know what the problems are, Henry. This will be the worst disaster that

 NASA has ever experienced.

Gene Kranz (played by Ed Harris): With all due respect, sir, I believe this is going to be our finest hour. 

This year has been wrought with turmoil, change, complications, subterfuge, just to mention a few. But has it, really? People are speaking up because their voices weren’t heard. We have challenged a system that has been in place for almost two hundred years — change and growth doesn’t occur in times of comfort and routine. Change, real beneficial change, happens in moments of discomfort and disorientation. That’s how I’m choosing to see this year and embrace it with gratitude.

For this week’s blog, I wanted to share the things I am grateful for this year:

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Ask an Author (with A.P. Miller) – Volume 6: the Wedding Bells Edition

[DISCLAIMER]: This piece is a satire, and the author is an idiot sometimes. Please don’t take any of this advice seriously — you would be better off trusting your retirement account to Bernie Madoff than listening to A.P.. Also, any similarities between any persons, or events, is purely coincidental. If you take issue with anything that’s said, maybe you should think twice about your shitty personality, and the way you treat other people. Maybe you have a guilty conscience. Asshole.

So, today should be my thirteenth wedding anniversary. I should be toasting to the thirteen years I put into keeping up my end of “till death do us part,” and I should be slipping my dog scraps without my doggymama seeing, and all would be well. Clearly, that’s not the way it’s actually happening. Instead of being bitter, I’ve decided to help other people who are going through similar issues, because I’m a giver

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Well I Guess This is Growing Up.

Getting old sucks. There was a day and time in my life where I would like my wild opinions and venomous words run roughshod and the consequences be damned. As I’m lying awake last night, letting my anxiety use my waking hours as a playground, I come to realize that those days are over for me. Forever. Continue reading “Well I Guess This is Growing Up.”