I think I'm going to start blogging again on a semi-regular basis, mostly for purely selfish reasons. I noticed that when going back through my blog entries for 2009-10, it was almost like a journal of my life. I've never been much of a journaler, but seeing as I have a horrible memory, I figured I should make more of an effort.
Plus, I was thinking it might be a nice way to ease into my writing for a day. Kind of a mental-priming-the-pump kind of thing. Does that make sense?
In case you were wondering, my work schedule for the rest of the month looks like this(unless, of course, I change it):
Blogging/work on novellas - 1 hour.
Reapers in Heels Book Three - 2 - 3 hours.
Rupert & Me - 1 hour
I saw an article the other day in passing, I think it was on Yahoo, that was talking about a 21-hour work week and why that's a good idea.
I don't just think that a 21-hour work is a good idea. I think it's a great idea.
Think about it for a minute:
Pay full time salary for a part time work schedule.
Because of the part time work schedules, you need to hire more people, thus providing more jobs.
Because you're paying a full time salary on a part time schedule, people don't have to get a second job and therefore have more time on their hands.
Because people have more time on their hands, they're seeing more of their families. They're also probably taking the opportunity to eat our more, go shopping more, and go to the movies. Heck, they're all probably even reading more because they've got the time and money to enjoy that new Kindle they got for Christmas.
Stress levels are down because everyone's working less. Unemployment is down because there are more jobs. And the economy is up because people are out there spending money, because their stress is down and they've got time on their hands.
How is this not a great idea?
My name is Jason Krumbine and I just fixed the economy. You're welcome.
It had a lot of a nice touches and I liked the set-up. But it felt all over the place towards the end. Like Kirkman wasn't quite ready to hand off the series.
Also, I know it's an ongoing series, but I would have thought Kirkman would have ended his run on a stronger note. More of an actual ending, clearing the deck, so to speak, so the next creative team could start fresh. I don't know. I'm gonna stockpile Joe Casey's issues for a while and then read them.
Reading Daniel Wilson's Robopocalypse right now. I never read World War Z, so I don't know how much of a rip-off it is and I don't particularly care. So far I like, although it's a little slow. I think it could be tightened up a bit. I really like the format. I think I want to write a book like this, exploring one incident from different accounts. I've got a couple of ideas percolating.
And now the promotion portion of today's post, I've put my Alex Cheradon books into the Kindle Lending Library. Which, of course, means that Amazon Prime members can borrow all three books for free!
Catch ya all later.
Steven Raines (you know, the man who made billions making an operating system that out-Microsoft-ed Microsoft?) has hired Alex Cheradon(private investigator) to look for his missing daughter. Good news: It's a million dollar payday. Bad news: she may be a Satanist hell bent on bringing the Devil to Earth.
The dead bodies are piling up. Vampires are crawling out of the woodwork. And there's something named Pookie that's lurking around the corner.
Breathtakingly paced, the jokes and wisecracks fly fast as Alex races against the clock to save the day.
In this action packed follow up to Fruitbasket from Hell, private investigator Alex Cheradon is faced with a nail biting case.
Reeling from the public relations nightmare that accompanied accidentally tackling a senator's daughter, Alex is approached by man with a lethal case of amnesia. He wants to hire Alex to find out who he is, and since he just happens to have a winning lotto ticket that's worth 10 million dollars, money's no object. But as Alex starts to look into the man's past he finds more questions then answers and a whole lot of people out to kill him.
The clock is officially ticking. The crazies are coming out of the woodwork. And it's down to Alex to save the day.
In his third book, Alex Cheradon, private investigator, wants nothing more to then lay low and ride out the repercussions from his previous time traveling mishaps. Unfortunately, his ex-girlfriend, Angie, has other ideas and drags him into his most bizarre case yet.
Giggles, the town’s most infamous midget, has run off with 10 million dollars. Vincent Jane, a nobody with nothing, is left holding the bill. If he doesn’t get that that 10 million back he’ll be paying for with his life.
Alex and Angie are caught in the middle and headed for a showdown with their toughest opponent yet: the malevolent, malicious Midget Mafia.