In conjunction with that, I’ve been pushing full force on the attic rebuild. The wiring is about 85% done, additional framing is about 90%. I should finish framing tomorrow and the electrical on Monday. Then comes the sheetrocking. Gawd, I hate wallboarding. A friend has offered to come up and help, supposedly removing the need to rent a wallboard jack. I’d say that 70 percent of what has to be done is a: at an angle, and B: over my head. I want a bloody jack.

We also tore out the outside wall in the entry way, insulated it, and ‘rocked it. Psycho Momia now gets to tape and mud.

We did take some time off for fun, and made a trek to King Richard’s Faire. We worked there for a long time – which brings me to another thing, which ain’t so happy. The delightful woman whom we worked for (and I dated)(really long story….), who is also the girls goddess mother, is ver’ ill and in the hospital. If you can spare any happy thoughts, she sure could use them.
As part of our visit, we carried around a sign, and took photos of many of her old friends. I emailed them to her and brightened her day.
The girls got to ride a pony, played princess, and had a good ole time.
My favorite moments?
Watching Psycho Momia get her thang on – just going to faire fires her up, and makes her forget the drag of the daily grind. Her spirit just flares so bright, and she walks so tall, and looks so beautiful (and no, it’s not just that she puts her cleavage on display – although it helps!)

Running into the pickle man – haven’t seen him in so long….

And seeing the Dread Pirate Bunny in the flesh was and always will be a wonderous thing. I have to confess, that if I were single, I would pursue her with all I got!

Can you blame me? Drop dead gorgeous, sweet, smart…

Still avoiding the political shitstorm, as in my book, the two choices suck.
Still addicted to True Blood. Damn, that’s some good shit, there!

Getting ready for our annual Halloween party – it’s coming November 1st, and you can get more deets @ the newly revived family site – 21harvard.net!
Also being reworked is Kallisti Medias, MikealTV(coming soon!), and new content at St. Ayre Dot Com.

Vanity Prez: ”

If you want to be a published author, well, that’s no trouble at all. Write a big check to a vanity publisher, or to a local print shop. They’ll take any manuscript you can cobble together and print it as an authentic, book-shaped object.

Honest: it’ll have words and pages and everything. You can put it on your bookshelf alongside such celebrated novels as ‘The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy,’ ‘A Farewell To Arms,’ ‘Great Expectations,’ and ‘Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas,’ each of which has sold hundreds of thousands of copies.

You just can’t put it on a bookshelf at Barnes & Noble. Not unless you sneak it in there when Security isn’t watching. You’ll probably have a decent shot at it; usually they’re more concerned about inventory moving in the opposite direction.

Otherwise…no. Booksellers won’t stock your vanity-press book. Period.

They don’t care how hard you worked on your manuscript, and there’s an excellent reason why: because maybe you didn’t work very hard at all. You might have spent a few weekends listening to the pinging of your baseboard heaters and transcribing the simple but musical language in English, where it became a breathtaking 80,000-word exposé of the Canadian conspiracy to make sure that you never get the flavor of dipping sauce for your Chicken McNuggets that you ordered.

See, it might look like a book, but there’s a huge and unpredictable difference between A Book-Shaped Object and a viable work that the public will actually want to support.

A vanity-press book has the faith and enthusiastic support of just one person: the author. Booksellers trust books that come from traditional publishers because a title that appears in Wiley’s (or Random House’s or Harmony Book’s) catalogue is the residue of a lonnnng chain of people who read the book and believed in it passionately enough to devote their time, energy, and their company’s money towards getting it in front of the public.

This author didn’t write a check. He wrote an email to an agent, who receives manuscripts by the dumpsterload every year. An agent liked it enough and believed in it enough to take the author on as a client, who then sent it on to editors at various publishers. An editor liked it enough to present it to her bosses, and (more importantly) to defend it against other editors who had manuscripts of their own that they wanted the company to acquire.

The manuscript moved on, upwards and sideways through the process, acquiring more and more supporters eager to carry the thing across steeper terrain and heave the book over greater and greater hurdles. By the time a book is on the shelf at a bookstore, it’s collected a small army of supporters, ending with a buyer at the bookstore chain who thought highly enough of it to order copies for every store in the national chain.

Maybe they even felt so strongly about the book that they even gave it a featured position in a holiday promotion. That’s at least partly an ad paid for by the publisher, but the publisher wouldn’t spend the money and the bookchain wouldn’t offer the space unless both parties felt that the property in question was potentially hot stuff.

(Hmm? Oh, well, yes…I wouldn’t have brought it up myself but now that you mention it. I have had two books advertised in Barnes & Noble’s Christmas circular. Aren’t you a peach for asking!)

It’s a long, inefficient and overall frustrating process. Still, it works. It’s a Darwinian thing that weeds out the little lap dogs that need to be carry around in Hermes bags and fed via eyedroppers; ie, the Godforsaken beasties that Nature doesn’t want and which couldn’t survive without artificial support.

The beasties that survive have proven their ability to thrive on their own. Failures still outnumber successes, but the books that make it through the process can become monster national best-sellers that soon start to promote and sell themselves. When that happens, the book has proven a mandate from the people. Clearly, this book has plugged into something out there. It’s filled a gaping hole that nobody else managed to spot, and provided something that the American public is responding to by the hundreds of thousands.

Before I move on to my real point, I ought to say that there’s a difference between Vanity Publishing and true Self-Publishing. Self-Publishers also do an end run around the formal Process, but the signature difference is a lack of self-delusion. You can’t rule the world via self-publishing but you can become a cherished and important figure within a specific community. Incidentally, there’s also money to be made via this approach.

But the Vanity authors insist that they’re writing their own checks because the massive Publishing Machine is unfair and elitist and out of touch with American tastes and needs and damn them for denying the public their chance to see what you can do.

It’s a fab delusion. It makes the whole house smell like an apple pie is baking somewhere. That’s one of the reasons why most people go that route in the first place.

Yesterday it was disclosed that Hilary Clinton wrote a $6,400,000 check to her own campaign to keep it afloat until the next round of primaries.

In my mind, Hilary Clinton has become a Vanity Candidate.

She can’t convince a crucial legion of people to like her campaign enough to keep it moving forward to the next step. Like many authors, she got through some of the hurdles, but as the obstacles got progressively higher and harder, she found fewer and fewer people willing to skin their knees and cut their hands scrambling to get over them.

And whereas vanity publishers like Wil Wheaton are entitled to call themselves self-publishers by virtue of the fact that they have actual, hard-earned audiences of people in place who are pleased to buy his books, Senator Clinton can’t even inspire her own fans to keep the checks coming.

Vanity Candidacy. For six million dollars, she has bought herself a Presidential Campaign-shaped object. But it’s not a viable product. It’s an engine for self-delusion.

Today I happened to hear a recent ‘Fresh Air’ interview with Al Gore…a politician whose reputation has only grown since he left public politics. I respect the hell out of him. Before his Nobel Prize and before the slide show and before his diplomatic work, there was his absolutely gutsy decision to concede the 2000 election.

Gore had every logical reason to continue the fight, and plenty of legal justification. History may never decide whether or not it was correct for the Supreme Court to hand down a decision that in so many words chose the next President.

But Gore conceded. He conceded an election that he had probably won, fair and square.

Why? Because he had the makings of a great President: he put the needs of his country ahead of his own needs or those of his Party.

Fighting the Supreme Court decision would have dragged on the process for months…and there had to be an inauguration on January 21, 2001. An orderly transfer of executive power on that date was more important than any other issue or factor. It sure as hell was more important than Al Gore’s ego. It was a close approximation of the classic King Solomon decision. Q: To whom did the Presidency rightly belong? A: The petitioner who would rather give it up than see the baby harmed.

Gore conceded the most powerful office in the world and emerged as a giant, independent of any two-term limit. Any Republican considering a future campaign for the Presidence is sent into a mild panic with one simple question: What if Gore decided to run again? If a race were ever decided on the issue of character, Al Gore would be undefeatable. Absolutely. Karl Rove has left the business and the Bush family wasted its last remaining Cursed Monkey Paw wish on the Supreme Court decision.

Hilary had that same opportunity for a display of greatness, a chance to plant an arrow in the ground that marked the moment when she truly came into her own as a national politician. She could have have come back in eight years stronger than before.

But nope, she let the opportunity slide right on past her. She wrote the check and increased the rhetoric. She’s proven that in its current form, her campaign is a vanity production. A campaign based not on service but on ego, and a bad sports cliche: I can win, no matter the odds or the cost; I just have to prove that I want it a little more than the other guy.

She can’t change the numbers, so she’ll try to change the math. If she can’t change the math, she’ll try to change the process. And if she can’t change the process…well, God help any Obama supporter if she runs some numbers on how she’d fare against a Republican incumbent in 2012 and likes what she sees.

She can’t win the nomination. If she keeps this up, she can’t even win re-election as a Senator.

She’s planted her arrow in the ground and marked a transformative moment in her political career, all right. It’s the same sort of transformation that happened when Dukakis tooled around in a tank during a campaign appearance. Except you felt sorry for him later on.

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(Via Andy Ihnatko’s Celestial Waste of Bandwidth (BETA).)