First of all, I can’t thank you guys enough for your amazing response to the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones. I honestly felt that Helen was watching it, too, from wherever she is now.
It really was a beautiful feeling — although, not a simple one. It was so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that she died only a handful of hours before the show premiered. And after 8 years of hanging in there with me. I was really just in shock all day long on Sunday. It was a difficult day for me to process.
But the reading was quite a success.
I have been notified that you can still watch the reading until Friday, and then it will become private and password protected. So, if for any reason, you want to watch the show after Friday, you’ll need to get in touch with me and I will get you a password. (My email is at the top left of the blog, if you are on a computer. I don’t believe it shows up if you view the blog on a phone.)
Anyway, here is the link on YouTube. (It will ask you to click another link and watch it directly on YouTube.)
Okay.
Don’t forget that this Thursday — yes, Thanksgiving here in America — Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld and Mick Harvey are doing a live chat on Bad Seed TeeVee, and deconstructing their album Murder Ballads (1996). It should be an amazing amount of fun and an eye-opening adventure for all. So, if you — as I do –live in the Eastern Time Zone, you will be super-duper thrilled to be up and awake and chatting on Bad Seed TeeVee at 5 o’clock in the morning!!!! On a national holiday!!
Yippee Ki Yi Yay!!!
All righty. I am almost done writing the new erotic short story for Volonte. It is called “Code,” and I should have it finished here in a matter of moments!! So I’m going to get focused on that.
But before I go…
Wow. First of all, we’re gonna have to re-name NYC and start calling it Airstrip One. It really is getting that bad. That city is in a world of its own now, and I think we can safely blame mainstream media for successfully brainwashing a whole big bunch of them.
It’s as if they really believe B* den won the election and is already the Pr*s*d*nt ial El*ct. That v*ter fr*ud didn’t play a massive role in the election. The Tr**p is merely a sore loser and that anyone who believes there was massive v*te fr*ud is one of the “Tr**p Crazies.” That C* VID is still out of control and something to be terrified of — or that m* sks work, or that l* ck d* wns work and that we need to obey these insane mandates to stay away from one another on Thanksgiving…
In fact, only yesterday, when other newspapers all over the country had screaming headlines re: D* m*inion v*ting machines, and thousands of citizens coming forward with signed affidavits about witnessing massive v* ter fr*ud in their counties, the NY Times headline (online) was: Electric Scooters are Legal in the City.
I kid you the fuck not.
If you have never read George Orwell’s 1984, you must read it now. You can get it free as a PDF online. If you have read it, but it was a long time ago, read it again.
And if it doesn’t wake you up and frighten the bejeezus out of you, well then, okay, that’s your business. But then don’t come running to me when all fucking hell breaks loose in this country, once Tr**p is declared the legal winner of the el*ction.
Here is just one of the early signs of violent Mob Rule vs. your Rights as a free American. (If this had happened to anyone on B* den’s team… well, hmmmm.)
Also, read this. (And also, well – consider the millions of dollars that B* den and his family are purported to have taken from the C*P over the last couple of decades…)
All I can say is: Read. Think. Observe. And then Believe in your inalienable right to be free. (To vote, to speak, to assemble, to defend yourself.)
All righty. I seriously gotta scoot and finish writing that new story.
Try to work your way through these videos, gang. Each one of them has eye-opening stuff to impart. Much to ponder out there.
Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya! And don’t forget….
I feel fine today, gang, but — man — did I sleep a lot. And I had amazing dreams (and when I say amazing, I mean s-e-x.) (What could be better than having a sex dream and waking up and actually remembering it??) (Oh wait — I know! Nothing.)
And last evening, after I did yoga, I laid in bed by candlelight, listening to podcasts from hither & yon (posted below, of course), and drifted in and out of sleep. Until, at 1am, I woke up and discovered, literally, TONS of texts on my phone. Mostly from Instagram, having to do with publicity for the online reading of my play, Tell My Bones, which is tomorrow night!!! Yay!
Anyway, in among all the many texts, was a lone Instagram text from an on again/off again love of my life in Rhinebeck NY, wanting me to call him.
Oh my god. How cool, right? (And even though I have a pretty succinct idea about what’s on his mind and why he wants me to call him, I then laid in bed from 1am to about 2:45am, wondering if there would be any way to persuade him to come to Crazeysburg and help me do those repairs to my roof…)
(Yes, that’s how sex-obsessed I am — I’m more interested in my roof!) (Just kidding.) (Not about wanting him to fix my roof, but about the sex-obsessed part. I’m 197.3% sex-obsessed. And about 0.03% roof-obsessed.)
All righty!!
In case you didn’t catch that up above, the online staged reading of my play is tomorrow night — 7pm Eastern time. RSVP here to get the link for the stream. It is FREE!!!
I really, really need you to stream this play, gang. Not just because I hope you’ll enjoy my play, but because I need those “views” to keep producers wanting to produce the play once the fake p*nd*m*c is over in NYC.
In fact, one person in my family who is very close to me, told me that they aren’t interested in theater, but will stream my play on the laptop in the background, just so I can get that page view!
(And I’m totally not making that up. Leave it to someone in your own family to tell you that. But you know, I prefer honesty. If you don’t like theater, but like me and are willing to keep the laptop running while you watch something on your TV… well, you know. Nowadays, honesty is always refreshing.)
So, not only did Nick Cave release the album from his solo concert Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace yesterday — and it is really beautiful, gang. But also, during the night, they dropped another song from LITANIES — the upcoming album by Nick Cave and Nicholas Lens. This newest piece is titled “Litany of Gathering Up.” And it is stunning. That makes 3 litanies dropped so far and all 3 of them are really just breathtaking.
Well, so, today is all about writing that new erotic short story for Volonte in Sweden. (Today and tomorrow both, probably.) I’m glad that whatever was weighing on me yesterday has passed now and I will be able to focus on writing today.
(Oh, and btw, the alert of royalty statements from Amazon also came through during the night, so thank you, gang, for continuing to buy my books, all over the world. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.)
Now, I guess, onward to the somewhat promising developments re: the fate of freedom vs. tyranny here in these united States.
I just LOVE this one, and I hope it goes through and becomes a wake-up call to those key tyrannical G*vern*rs all over the country:
Three prominent members of the M*ch*gan State Legislature have introduced articles of impeachment against Gr* tchen Wh*tm*r, the standing g*vern*r of the state.
The articles seek the impeachment of Wh *tm *r on grounds that she has “exceeded her constitutional authority”, regarding her draconian restrictions during the present p*nd*m*c. They also accuse her of “corrupt conduct in office”. An excerpt from the articles follows below:
“Whereas, in responding to the C* VID p*nd*m*c, Gr* tch*n *. Wh *t m*r has acted in conflict with her constitutional duties as G*ver n*r. She has exceeded her constitutional authority, violated the constitutional rights of the people of M* ch*g*n, issued orders that are not in the best interests of the people of this state, and used the P*nd*m*c as an opportunity to reward political allies…
You know, people around here are talking about the days of the guillotine during the French Revolution, or hangings during the whole Nazi and Mussolini era, or firing squads during a bunch of other eras. And even though, as an ordained Christian Minister, I don’t believe in the death penalty, I am finally starting to understand the depth of the outrage people feel when the corruption of power devastates their livelihoods, their personal freedoms, and the quality of their lives.
So I’m really hoping that at the very least the possibility of impeachments at the State levels will get some of these abhorrent G*v*rn*rs to wake the fuck up and stop pretending that m* sks work or that their is some terrifying p*nd*m*c going on out there.
A group inflicted “wide spread destruction” to businesses in Portland, police in Oregon’s largest city said Saturday.
Two separate groups gathered in Portland on Friday night. One of several dozen, wearing all black, donning helmets, and carrying umbrellas—all hallmarks of the far-left Ant*f* network—walked to the Mexican consulate in the downtown area and vandalized the building, spray painting graffiti on the outside.
The group then went to the new Multnomah County Courthouse nearby and vandalized that…
[The destruction continued all over the city and the details get worse. Full article here.]
(This is the same State where two counties are voting to secede from the State and become part of the State of Idaho because they have a G*v*rn*r who is sitting back and urging all this destruction on — see yesterday’s post.)
It’s not that far away. Eternal vigilance equals freedom.
Only people at risk because of age or other physical complications need to be protected from ALL serious health risks, including C* VID. The rest of the world needs to be un m*sked and free to assemble and go about their daily lives.
2 vaccines that are 95% effective coming in a handful of days.
therapeutics that will cure the average person if they catch it
99.997% recovery rate for the average person
Okay, well, on that note, I’m gonna get started here!!
Have a wonderful Saturday, wherever you are in the world. And don’t forget to RESIST stupidity. Does what you’re hearing make sense? If not… well, hmmm. Resist the urge to believe it. In your hearts, in your minds. Every bit of positive energy going out into the world right now in the name of your own fre* d*m is vitally important.
Okay.
I leave you with a version of Nick Cave’s “The Ship Song” from off of the new Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace. Enjoy. And thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!
Probably the most memorable thing I learned from my birth father, who was a US Navy SEAL who served many tours of duty in Vietnam — including, and probably most importantly, during the fall of Saigon — was his advice to me one morning, when we were sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee:
“When something doesn’t make sense, but it keeps on happening, someone is getting rich off of it.”
He told me this 31 years ago. It’s uncanny, how many times I have had cause to remember that piece of advice over the years, especially when I lived in NYC, and how so many seemingly inexplicable things would then suddenly make sense.
Last evening, I was driving out on Highway 16 in the dark; safe in the peaceful foothills of Appalachia here in Muskingum County, and I was trying to make sense of why on Earth the Governor of our State declared such a strange C* VID curfew yesterday.
We are only allowed out between 6am to 10pm — except of course if we need to run an errand of some kind.
I’m serious, okay? If you really, really think about it, that is a really weird sort of curfew: You must stay in, unless you have to go out.
(To be serious, though: he is closing bars and restaurants early without saying that he’s closing bars and restaurants early.)
At first, I was thinking, well he’s probably trying to keep the Republicans happy by not making it a real curfew, and also trying to keep the Leftists happy by pretending this will somehow keep us safe from the alleged C* VID upsurge…
(Yes, that virus for which we now have 2 highly effective vaccines as well as therapeutics that will likely cure you if you have to go to the hospital.) (Yes, that terrifying virus…) (At this point, you’re probably more afraid of getting shingles if you’ve once had the chicken pox.)
Anyway.
As I thought about the predicament the Governor must be in — he is a Republican Governor who has been very pro- Tr**p throughout his Administration, however we did have our fair share of extremely expensive and destructive riots in our larger cities this past summer; it made me then think of Operation C* VID Panic, which is in full swing now, all over the world (a fake panic, IMO, that is engineered to attempt to control us through fear and distract us from the mounting allegations of v* ter fra*d and a S*cial* st takeover).
And I thought, if this is indeed a fake panic, and the Governor is indeed a loyal Republican, why is he behaving like this? Doing something that doesn’t really make sense?
I tried going the route of following the money, which led me to think about the violence that is expected to happen when they announce Tr**p won by a landslide and that the v*te was r*gged.
And then suddenly I wondered if the weird curfew is designed to keep as many people off the streets as possible when/if the violence they are predicting does indeed break out. (Remember: They come by night.)
It would suddenly cause everything to make sense, right?
Well, I guess we’ll just see.
However, I am also noticing that gasoline prices are once again plummeting, and my utility bills are much lower than they’ve ever been, especially for this colder weather, where the furnace needs to be on, 24/7, and more lights are on because it gets dark earlier.
And I thought: now, that is very interesting, isn’t it? (Meaning, Tr**p’s plan to keep resources and workers located here in the US to make things more affordable here…)
Last evening, I listened to Bongino’s show on rumble — by the way, my prayers go out to him today as he begins chemotherapy. And his show is a great emotional release to me these days, because he not only gives you the facts you won’t find in the mainstream, but he is also funny and it feels really, really good to laugh right now. (Even at myself, because the way he makes fun of Liberals is really funny.)
However, this morning, I listened to both of the X*2 R*p*rts, and even while they bring good news overall, it is still really, really disturbing to hear about what is at play, here. (And it affects the entire world, frankly.)
And when I was done listening, it was still dark out and I stood at my bedroom window, taking in all this disturbing information while looking out at the peaceful street in this tiny little village, tucked safely in the rural foothills of the Hinterlands. And it was kind of frightening, to be a 60 year-old woman, alone in the world with some cats. And yet thinking about how impossible it is for me to not always try to fight for the Constitution in whatever way I can. I’ve been like this my whole life — I’m 100% pro-Constitution.
And I thought, well, I’m an illegitimate daughter of a Navy SEAL, and an officially unrecognized Daughter of the American Revolution. I guess it’s just in my blood to fight for this stuff.
I know what there is to be afraid of in the world. I’ve already been raped several times, I’ve been beaten, robbed, had my life savings gambled away by someone I loved, and all the people I thought I trusted at various times in my life, did not have my back — and it was the unexpected strangers who were actually there for me instead.
And I’ve been involved with the Mob and I know they’re scary. And I’ve been involved with the hardcore porn producers and I know that most of them had true hearts of gold. And I’ve come up against the Federal Government wanting to seriously curtail my right to free speech by threatening me with prison and that was fucking scary.
All of it has been fucking scary. Life outside one’s comfort zone can get truly fucking scary. But I survived all of that. It often killed my bank account, but oh well.
And yet what we are up against now — the scope of it — is scarier than anything I’ve lived through so far. Because I honestly did not believe it could ever come to America. I honestly didn’t.
But, fear or not, I will just keep f*ghting, at least to help get information out there.
And Cave Things also released some really pretty Nick Cave-designed prayer cards yesterday. They are each £4 plus shipping. (That price sounds very reasonable by usual Cave Things standards. However, when you consider that prayer cards are usually free at funerals, well, hmmmm….) Anyway!!! They are pretty. Here’s one:
I leave you with the official blurbs from my two upcoming works of new erotica, which will be published later this month by Black Lotus Books. These are intended for adults only, so don’t read them if you’re easily offended by graphic sex. Thanks.
Cover art for my new erotic short story, coming in November from Black Lotus Books
“Half-Moon Bride” by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
A young woman discovers that she is a half-moon futanari –that she takes on the genitals of a man at every full moon, becoming a hermaphrodite for 24 hours. On the same day, she also learns she is intended to be the bride of the mysterious Oracle who lives in the palace in the mountains. The Oracle is a full-package futanari of astonishing proportions. Together, as they are both half-man, half-woman while the moon is full, they experience a wedding night of extreme sex that stretches the little half-moon bride to her limits, and then beyond them, when her virginity is repeatedly taken by the Oracle in more ways than she could have ever imagined. A love story of extremes and questionable consent throughout; “Half-Moon Bride” will make you squirm and leave you breathless.
1954 Powder Blue Pickupby Marilyn Jaye Lewis
A young man with a pickup truck in 1950s America, navigates the strict sexual morals of the era by introducing a pretty, unmarried virgin to the true joys of anal sex – meaning that, technically, backdoor sex saves her virginity for her wedding night and that no one will ever be the wiser. The two agree to embark on an affair of unbridled licentious behavior, with no strings attached, in the privacy of his pickup truck, out on the edge of town. However, neither of them is prepared for just how well suited they are to each other’s carnal appetites, as the young woman is introduced to more and more sexual surprises. Extreme anal, oral, three-ways, and gangbangs overtake their growing attraction to one another, until they are each forced to admit that they’ve crossed over a line they can’t come back from without each other. 1954 Powder Blue Pickup is a love story that explores the hidden world of women’s unapologetic desires. Extreme anal, extreme gangbangs, and questionable consent throughout – not for the feint of heart.
All righty!! Thanks for visiting, gang. Have a good Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. I leave you with Tom Petty & Mudcrutch. And a few videos below that!! I love you guys. See ya!
“Scare Easy”
My love’s an ocean
You better not cross it
Yeah I’ve been the distance
And I need some rest
Yeah I had somebody once
And damn if I lost her
I’ve been running
Like a man possessed
I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
Yeah, I am a loser
At the top of my game
I should have known
To keep an eye on you
Now I got a sky
That ain’t never the same
Yeah, I got a dream
That don’t ever come true
I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
Sun going down
On a canyon wall
I got a soul
That ain’t never been blessed
Yeah and I’m a shadow
At the back of the hall
Yeah, I got a sin
I ain’t never confessed
And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
Tonight, it’s going to get really cold — colder than it’s been so far — so I’m guessing the petunias are not going to survive much longer. Although it’s been truly amazing how well they’ve been doing so far.
The morning glories died out with that first frost we had several weeks ago. So the petunias are really just so hardy.
I spoke with Valerie for a while yesterday and she said that her petunias are still blooming, too. (In Brooklyn — 500 miles away from here.) So maybe it’s just the way petunias are.
Plus, as she and I were talking, all the many little trick-or-treaters were out and about, heading to the town hall to get their candy (yes — the very same town hall that Nick Cave steadfastly refused to hold a Conversation in last year, even though at least fourteen people would have showed up!!) (And because I not only staked my reputation on how great the show would be, and all 14 Crazeysburgers were so severely disappointed by his no-show that they will not speak to me anymore, plus I had even ordered a really nice Fazoli grand piano from Italy to have in the town hall for him and I had to put $238,000 on my credit card — anyway, because of that, I am forced to post this photo of Nick Cave here on the blog):
Of course, I am just kidding about all of that.
And not only am I just kidding, but I also digress.
So.
While Valerie and I were talking on the phone, and while all the many, many trick-or-treaters and their moms and dads were heading to the town hall to get their candy, they were forced to wade through an unbelievably enormous amount of dead leaves that have accumulated on my front side walk, and I felt really guilty because of my “No-Raking” policy (which is also an “I’m too lazy to rake” policy)…
And so Valerie convinced me that I should get a leaf blower/vacuum/mulcher like she has!
She guarantees they are easy to handle, they are now electric, and often even cordless. And lightweight.
I had no idea about this because in the old days, they were super noisy and ran on gasoline. But Valerie has convinced me that all that has changed and so I will stop into the Home Depot next week and see what’s in stock. They are super affordable now, too. (For instance, I can buy 3,553 leaf blowers for what I spent on that Fazoli grand piano…)
Oh my god. Okay! The coolest thing happened to me yesterday.
It was a gorgeous day here. A little cool but just so sunny and just so perfect for the last Saturday in October. And I decided to go to Subway (a fast food sandwich place — we have a Subway and a Dairy Queen here in Crazeysburg) to buy my lunch/dinner. Because they have vegetarian options there that are actually good and sometimes I just get so tired of eating the same darn healthy organic non-GMO things over and over and over and over…
And so I walked past the house where the cute teenage blond boy who has the motorcycle lives. And two men were in the driveway working under the hood of a white pickup truck. And one of the men was an older, nearly exact-replica of the teenage boy… I don’t know if it’s his dad or maybe an uncle or what, because the blonde-haired mom came out the front door and called for the second man to come into the house for something. So maybe the woman and the second man are married — I don’t know.
But on my way back from Subway’s, only the blonde man was in the driveway working on the truck, and as I walked passed, he made the horn give a quick little honk.
I was secretly and quietly thrilled! (I am ridiculously shy around men when I find them attractive.) But it was clear that I existed and that he had hormones.
Oh man, gang. It was too cool. However, I will not let my imagination wander because one thing about this area is that everybody is married.
Okay.
I will tell you a secret about how I achieve my stellar success as a writer: I usually do not write when Mercury is retrograde. I find it to be a very difficult mental atmosphere to write anything new in, or to even edit anything in because I never like what I come up with and I constantly change my mind.
Mercury goes direct again tomorrow and I am already feeling the creative change inside me, so I might get back to work on “Novitiate” today!! (The new erotic short story that will round-out Volume 4 of The Muse Revisited, which I will be sending over to Black Lotus Books when it is complete.) So I feel really good about that.
It just feels like a nice November Sunday, all the way around. Plus, today is the day we turned our clocks back an hour, so we get a nice long lazy rainy day here today.
I did sort of celebrate Halloween last evening, by watching the blaxploitation movie from 1972, Blacula, while doing yoga by candlelight.
I love Blacula and own it on video, but it’s actually free to stream in HD on Amazon Prime so I did that instead. The movie is just so very 1972, gang. It’s very sexy and fun and even a little creepy/scary. So that was my Halloween.
Other than that, I was really saddened to hear that the UK is also going back into lockdown this coming week. Just unbelievable, this fucking virus.
Here in Crazeysburg, we are still holding at zero active cases. Schools and churches and stores have been open for several months now, although masks and social distancing are practiced. However, we are in the great wide open here and very few people actually live here (1300 people).
Okay. I’m going to get going here. I hope you have a nice Sunday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning – yes, I’m back to The Monkees. Their huge hit: “Daydream Believer” from The Birds, The Bees, and The Monkees (1968). It made for a nice, cheery little breakfast at 5:11am. So listen and enjoy!! I love you guys. See ya.
Because I fell and bruised my thigh beyond my ability to comprehend (if you are on your computer, you can see my Instagram photo from yesterday down below, which shows the awesome bruise and just how swelled up it got), I wound up spending a huge portion of yesterday in bed.
Not because I couldn’t walk, but because the pain was excruciating.
But today, even though the bruise is obviously still there and still swollen, the pain is really minimal.
And, while CBD oil did nothing to stop that kind of pain, it did calm me the fuck down and made everything in my world seem manageable. And by “manageable” I guess I mean “just go to bed and stream The Monkees and forget about everything else in the world. ”
Oh, and I should mention here that I wound up liking that documentary, Hey, Hey We’re The Monkees, which I had started watching the other day. It was very informative and emotional.
Anyway. I also slept a lot yesterday, seeing as how I was already in bed. I didn’t get out of bed until after 5am today, which is later than I’ve been doing for quite a few weeks now.
So nothing new has been done to the new short story “Novitiate.” And at this point, if it is getting confusing:
The Guitar Hero Goes Home is now available in print with the corrected cover and the corrected text. (Also eBook — Amazon)
“Half-Moon Bride” will be available as a stand alone eBook in a few weeks (with my new publisher)
1954 Powder Blue Pickup will be coming out in print before the year is over, also with my new publisher
“Novitiate” will be part of what I currently call The Muse Revisited Vol. 4, which will also include my more popular “taboo erotica” short stories and novellas from the scope of my career. That will come out in print with my new publisher, as well, but probably not until early 2021 (especially if I don’t quit falling down on my kitchen porch).
So that’s what’s going on there, in erotica land.
In non-erotica land, the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones, will premier online on Sunday evening EST, November 22nd. It will be free, but you will need to RSVP at an eventbrite link, which I will give to you when I have it. And if you miss the premier, you will have a window of maybe 3-5 days to watch it anyway.
Okay!
So Cave Things announced yesterday that you can pre-order the following really cute picture discs, each have one song on them from Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace, which is being released as an album and also a film in November. Here are the picture discs, drawn by Nick Cave (I believe they are each £30, except that there are only 500 copies in each title, so you need to pre-order right away).
And with that, I’m also gonna close. So have a really nice Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang!! I love you guys. See ya!!
I awoke at 3:56am today, and the first thing I did was check my Amazon music library for the new Tom Petty album (which I apparently paid for at 12:01 am) and the only things in there were the 5 songs they had already dropped weeks ago…
So, after breakfast, journaling, meditation, cleaning up after 7 cats, etc., I spent about 15 minutes just trying to find the actual customer service page on Amazon. Then it took close to 30 more minutes to straighten out the problem.
I haven’t listened to it yet but at least now it is there. And I hope the rest of the day is just easy-peasy…
Yesterday, there was something on Instagram indicating that some of Nick Cave’s fans don’t like Cave Things because they feel it is mercenary and exploitative. And I guess he has been “cancelled” by some of his “cancel culture” fans because of it.
I do think the stuff is really expensive, but it kind of amuses me. Plus, I am a capitalist, and I feel that if the market will bear it, then one should reap the rewards of it.
I certainly would do it if I thought anyone on Earth would pay me £300 plus shipping for anything whatsoever.
On a similar note, though — yesterday was a little depressing for me. The Guitar Hero Goes Home is not exactly selling like hotcakes, and no one has reviewed it, except for the initial reviews I got before the book was published. So there it languishes. Even though, because it is experimental fiction and not erotic fiction, I did not really expect it to sell that great. And I was sort of hoping that after I died, there would be some sort of market for it. And I’m actually really okay with that. But what depressed me, was that I scrolled through the out of print book titles of mine that are being sold on Amazon and they are once again, going for extremely high prices.
For instance, a copy of Entangled Lives, selling for $967 plus $3.99 shipping (I’m guessing that Nick Cave autographed it…) (Just kidding.). A mass market paperback of Neptune & Surf selling for $132 plus $3.98 shipping. Seven “new” editions of a hardcover version of When the Night Stood Still — each selling for $98.96 plus shipping, and that book never came out in hardcover, ever, so that’s just criminal all the way around.
What bothered me most was that a print edition of Twilight of the Immortal is selling for $244.99 plus shipping, and that edition is full of typos, which is why I canceled the contract with that publisher and pulled it from stores all over the world. And then hired a professional editor to edit the eBook edition. But it doesn’t really matter too much, does it?
And I felt two things: why can’t people pay those kinds of prices while the books are still in print and I can benefit from it in some way? And why is there more of a market for my out of print books, than for a brand new one that is just now “in print”?
I can’t really answer that. But it makes me kind of sad — that my name is worth more than my actual living self.
So that sort of helped yesterday feel sucky. (But it does bode well for that idea that TheGuitar Hero Goes Home will sell great after I’m dead…)
Otherwise, I did get some writing done on the new erotic short story (“Novitiate”). And in case you haven’t seen it yet, I posted a brief excerpt from it last night.
So, you know, it’s a sort of “onward” kind of day around here.
Tonight will be that killing frost, so I spent some time saying goodbye to the petunias yesterday. And we shall see what next summer brings.
Other than that, I don’t really have too much to say here today, gang.
I leave you with last night’s listening music. “Heart of Gold,” by Neil Young, from off of his incredibly great album Harvest (1972). Listen and enjoy. Have a wonder-filled Friday, wherever you are in the world. And thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.
Yes, tomorrow is allegedly bringing with it a killer frost, and so I will be bidding a fond adieu to all my petunias today.
Even though I don’t usually grow petunias, because of the virus, I wasn’t able to get what I usually like to plant in the flower boxes on the porches. However, the petunias made me really, really happy this summer. Just a constant riot of color — not to mention one of the flower boxes on the front porch served as home base to my lovely toad. (Through his impeccable patience, I eventually learned how to not water his head when watering the petunias…) (Nobody stares at you quite as patiently as a toad with water on his head.)
And in honor of tomorrow bringing the first real frost, today is an amazingly lovely fall day. Cool but not cold, sunny, with gorgeous leaves everywhere — most of them still on the trees for as far as the eye can see.
And I’m doing laundry. This is the time of year where I start to bring out the flannel sheets for my own bed – the bottom sheet, only. I don’t usually need all the flannel sheets until closer to Thanksgiving (late fall).
So everything is changing and I am doing totally okay with it. I’m not morbidly missing the summer. (We’ll see how tomorrow goes — the “new” Tom Petty album drops tomorrow. It might make me really sad and really miss the summer, but we’ll just wait and see.)
Tom Petty Wildflowers & All the Rest
I keep thinking that, one of these days, life will just be fine and I’ll be okay with everything that comes my way. (I’ve been thinking this for 60 years now, but that fact should not cloud our judgment! Today could end up being the very day when suddenly I am forever totally okay with everything…)
Okay!
Well, the publisher needs an excerpt from “Half-Moon Bride” to put on their website, and they suggest that it be, you know — erotic. To get people to want to read more of the story (i.e., to buy it).
So I’m reading it over for the first time since I wrote it, trying to process this whole insane story. It is just, like, pornographic from start to finish, gang, so where do you jump in and create an “excerpt”? You kind of have to read it from start to finish, to get any real grasp on it. Separating out even the smallest segment of it just ends up seeming like utterly insane porn, in my opinion. (Two hermaphrodites on their wedding night; one extremely giant-sized, the other one rather petite (and a truly clueless virgin). And if you don’t know those facts ahead of time, then it really comes off sounding insane.) (i.e., the clueless virgin loses her virginity while trying to come to terms with also suddenly having a P-spot and her first erection…) (aka: the joys of hermaphrodite sex!!)
But the publisher needs me to do this ASAP, because they asked for it last week, so I need to figure out an “excerpt” that will not make me seem like the most insane writer in the annals of recorded history.
Once I do that, I will get back to work on the newest erotic short story around here, “Novitiate.” (If I can come up with excerpts from either story that seem tame enough for the blog, I will post them this evening. We’ll see!)
And over at Cave Things, a new charm is coming soon that I’m sure you’ll want to grab as soon as it’s available:
Isn’t that cute?? I’m guessing it will cost about £300 (plus shipping) and sell out in about ten minutes…
All right, well. I need to go downstairs and check on that laundry and finish making the bed. I hope you have a lovely Thursday wherever you are in the world and in whatever season it is where you are!! I leave you with my driving to town & back music from yesterday. This is such a great song for driving really fast on an almost empty highway, with blue skies and gorgeous fall trees all around you for miles and miles and miles. I hadn’t listened to this song in years. Rod Stewart’s legendary version of “Rhythm of My Heart,” from his 1991 album, Vagabond. Needless to say, to get the full effect of this song, you have to turn the volume up to eleven…
Okay!! Thanks for visiting, gang. I might be back tonight to regale you with brand-new literary “erotica”. We’ll see how it goes. I love you guys. See ya!
“Rhythm Of My Heart”
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away
Let me still exist in another place
Running under cover of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher in effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere someway
where they’re downing only deer
a hundred steel towns away
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness
light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley I’ve got my eyes all over you baby
Oh baby
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky I’ll be sailing
I’ll be sailing
Oh I’ve got lightning in my veins
shifting like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I’m just yanking back the handle
no expression on my face
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
First of all, I’m in a much better mood today, gang — like, 1000%.
Part of it was that I wasn’t actually feeling so great yesterday. (In addition to the emotional weirdness brought on by the chairs — see yesterday’s post, if you so desire. Otherwise — onward; don’t look back!!)
I take a lot of digestive enzyme supplements and probiotics in order to be able to digest broccoli. I don’t actually like broccoli, but I have noticed an amazing difference in how my brain focuses after eating broccoli, so for YEARS, I have tried to eat broccoli (blanched) at least once a day. But I can’t digest it.
Well, then I noticed that none of the digestive enzyme-type things were actually helping — and in fact, some new ones I was taking seemed to be making matters worse. I was in abdominal pain for about 24 hours. And then, finally, yesterday, it occurred to me to just stop eating broccoli. So I didn’t eat it. And without eating broccoli, I no longer needed all the extra enzyme stuff to try to digest it.
And today, I feel 100% fine.
Can you believe it took me that long to figure out that I should just stop eating broccoli??? It is so weird, the things we force ourselves to believe sometimes — i.e., broccoli is good for me so I need to eat it.
Anyway. Even though I felt truly horrible all day yesterday, I did get some great work done on the new erotic short story, “Novitiate,” so I’m hoping that today will be the same.
It’s turning out to be a very interesting story — it’s taking on a shape and tone that I hadn’t really expected at first. So my decision to get out of the story’s way, and stop being an emotional roadblock to it, turned out to be a really good idea.
I tell you, gang — stories really do know how to tell themselves if we can get out of their ways and just write.
I’m also finding that The Monkees’ records make a terrific soundtrack for writing “Novitiate” by — the story takes place in the summer of 1966, on the cusp of Free Love and those kinds of ideas. And for me, those old Monkees’ records have the perfect sound for that era, since I listened to those records a lot from 1966-1968. I’m finding that the second album, specifically — More of the Monkees — just lets the whole story open up in my head. (More of the Monkees is actually a really, really great album. It was recorded in 1966 and then released in January 1967. It’s the album that has their fantastic version of Neil Diamond’s “I’m A Believer” on it.)
So I am once again in a really good place.
I did get a chance to listen to the first piece off the upcoming Nick Cave – Nicholas Lens collaboration, L.I.T.A.N.I.E.S (due in December). The piece is titled “Litany of The Forsaken.” It’s quite hypnotic, although I’m not 100% sure, yet, what it’s about.
I also rented the new documentary film on Ronnie Wood, the Mike Figgis-directed Somebody Up There Like’s Me.
I watched about 20 wonderful minutes of it last evening, when suddenly the buffering would not cease. I’m guessing thousands of people all over the place were streaming it at once. (Saturday night, 8pm.) So I’m going to try to watch the rest of it at a less popular movie-streaming time. I was really enjoying it, so, that on top of not feeling well sort of sucked.
But ever onward we go, right?
Okay. So, I’m gonna get started here. I hope your Sunday is shaping up to be a really great one, wherever you are in the world!! I’m leaving you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning, “Mary Mary” from More of the Monkees. It was actually written by Mike Nesmith in 1966 — he was one of the Monkees. It’s a great song, guys. So turn it up! Listen and try not to dance!!!! (Full disclosure: I was dancing all over the kitchen this morning at 5am, in my PJs, while listening to this and feeding the cats!!) All righty. Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya.
For whatever reason — I guess the Autumn Equinox — I now get up at 4am and get out of bed! Whereas, I used to get up at 4am and just lie there for an hour.
Anyway, luckily, I was more than wide awake at 5am for the Bad Seed TeeVee chat-a-long to the Lawless soundtrack (Nick Cave & Warren Ellis). (I will say it again: that is such a beautiful soundtrack, gang; so atmospheric.)
It was fun. At one point I looked at the number of people in the chat and it was something like 900, but most people weren’t actually chatting. So it wasn’t completely insane.
And now it is 7am here and still completely dark out. So you really know it’s fall.
I spent a good chunk of my afternoon yesterday with Kevin, the director of my play (Tell My Bones) and his husband, Chris. So I did not get as much done on the new erotic short story as I had hoped. About 4 or 5 hours, at the most. It is still really challenging. I know what I want to say, but for some reason, I keep hesitating to say it — or write it, I mean.
(And on a side note — I spent about an hour chatting on the phone yesterday with an older gentleman I met through Gus Van Sant Sr. Well, we didn’t meet, we spoke on the phone about my play, via Gus. And at one point, I said something like, “I’ve been doing it a long time, already. I’m 60 years old…” And he said, “You’re kidding me! You sound like a kid!!”)
YAY!!!! Twice in one week…..
Oh, and, at one point yesterday, while I was talking to Chris about something, I noticed he was staring at my neck. I was wearing a sort of hippy-chick blouse that had a deep “V” neckline, and I didn’t ask him, but I just knew he was thinking: Man, no way does her neck look 60 years old….
(YES!! All those many miraculous skin products from France strike again!!) (Yes, yet again, another new product from France. First, they gave a jar of it to me for free. Then, they gave me another jar at half-price. We’ll see what happens after this, because it is really expensive but now I am hooked on it…) (As usual.)
Me, yesterday!!! So youthful-looking!!!
Okay, anyway.
So, yesterday was nice even though I didn’t get enough work done on the new story. And I did finally get to chat with Valerie for the first time since her mom died. And the weather was just really, really lovely yesterday. All the trees have changed colors and it was mild enough to not need a jacket or anything. Just perfect weather. It was really a nice drive over to Kevin’s mansion on the hill.
So today, we will try again to make some significant headway with the new story. I guess what we really need is to make headway with myself — get myself to stop hesitating and just write the story the way it is asking me to tell it. Because the story is all up here in my head. I’m the one who is laboring over how to tell it. So we’ll work on that.
As of, like, right now.
So, thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a really nice Friday, wherever you are in the world. Last night, I was listening to the 6 songs that have now been dropped for next week’s upcoming release of Tom Petty’s Wildflowers & All the Rest. (Listening to them over & over, actually. In my bed , in the dark. Thinking about life. And, of course, death, because now I can’t stop thinking about one without the other.) And I really love that song, “Leave Virginia Alone.”
Today, I’m gonna leave you with Rod Stewart’s version of it, though. He had a hit with it back in 1995. Listen and enjoy. I love you guys. See ya!
“Leave Virginia Alone”
Well they chased her
Down the alley
And over the hill
To steel her will
She was as hot as
Georgia asphalt
When the A-crowd came
To adore her brain
So leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She’s not like you
And me
She’s not like you
And me
You should’ve seen her
Back in the city
Poetry and jewels
Broke all the rules
She was as high as
A Georgia pine tree
Makeup and pills,
Overdue bills
So Leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She’s not like you
And me
She’s not like you
And me
Some sunny day
When the hands of time have
Gone their way
You’ll understand
Why it was so hard
To run away
To run away
She’s a loser
She’s a forgiver
She still finds good
Where no one could
You ought to want her
More than money
Cadillacs and rust
Diamonds and dust
So Leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She’s not like you
And me
She’s not like you
And me
Ah, yeah
Leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She’s not like you
And me
She’s not like you
And me
I’m going to be switching when I post to the blog for a while. I need the early hours of the morning to work on the new erotic short story (titled “Novitiate”), and then do a final edit of the whole collection of stories, in order to get the book off to the publisher as soon as possible.
So, I will either post midday, when I’m getting a break, or I will post after dinner, when I’m done writing for the day.
That will be starting today!!
Before I go, though, the Nick Cave web site sent out a reminder yesterday re: the live online listen-a-long on Bad Seed TeeVee this Friday, Oct.9th. And this is the official time zone thingie. It appears I was wrong yet again, so I’m glad they sent that out!
“This will be a live event available worldwide at the following times on Friday 9th October: Sydney, Melbourne 8pm AEDT / Wellington 10pm NZDT / Paris, Berlin 11am CEST / London 10am BST / Sao Paulo 6am BRT / New York 5am EDT / Mexico City 4am CDT / Los Angeles 2am PDT”
Okay! So I’m gonna scoot and I’ll be back later! Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world!! I love you guys. See ya!!
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