My late night message, unedited

Ever notice how when you’re tired, or drunk, you say things you probably normally wouldn’t say?

Well, last night, while exhausted, I spoke a bit more honestly than I normally do on my facebook page. And since I figure most of the folks following this blog don’t see my facebook pages — and since I always wish my favorite authors would share more of their lives with nobodies like me — I thought I’d share the post here.

So, here she be. Just one long comment, hastily thrown together after about a sixteen-hour work day — something I’ve done way too much the past seven years, but hope to steer away from.

The post:

Danah and I just finished up our deadline, which was a bear because we had a special section that doubled our work. And though I’m exhausted, I’m super pumped because today I verbally closed the largest single sale The Observer has ever had. Should get the formal insertion order tomorrow, but still… Wow. Been a hard climb. Bout didn’t get up several times through the past seven years. Had the shit kicked out of me too many times to count. Been counted out by the critics too many times to even remember. But I’m getting stronger and rejuvenated, and I’m looking forward to finally slowing down some this year, getting some time off, and spoiling my wife. Life’s a marathon and if you’re in front coasting right now, thinking how easy it is, just remember not to mock that person you’re about to lap. Turns out, they may sleep less and run more and you might just be begging them for a job someday. That might be years from now, but it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish. Guess I’m not 27 anymore. Guess The Observer’s not a joke anymore. Guess it’s true that the rewards of a journey are at the end, not at the beginning. Guess it’s true that God has your back more often than not. That you can be stupid and get in overhead, but with some serious prayers and some serious hard work and some serious readjustment in your life (yes, living broke), you can dig your way out. You can go from being the guy everyone thinks is a joke and feels a bit sorry for to the guy that quite a few folks envy. But like some fools have said, “I got lucky.” Sure, that’s right. Just don’t say that to my face if we happen to be in a parking lot and I happen to be in a bad mood. I’ll straight knock your teeth down your throat. I’ve born some scars these past seven years. And I’ve taken a lot of shit. So to all my critics, doubters, and haters, I’ll say what Tim Tebow says… “Preciate that.”

P.S. I continue to get many of the same questions about my book, so I’m going to start including this at the bottom of my future posts. First, if you want to buy my ebook, Little Man, and the Dixon County War, it’s here. You can read a long sample of the book if you’re on the fence about whether you’re interested or not.

Second, some have said, “I’d love to buy it, but I don’t have a Kindle.” Well, you don’t need one. There’s a free reading application that will let you read my book and thousands of others on your computer. That link is here. (I warn you though, that’s a very addictive program to have… The price, selection, and convenience of an online bookstore will win you over quickly.)

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