Yep,
I wanted to write sooner. I wanted to get the last episode up sooner, but it wasn’t meant to be. Rich (my producer) had to go in for some medical tests and everything came up rosy. If there’s one thing the two of us have in common, it’s our love for a holistic lifestyle. Right.
Life has just been insanely busy lately. I’ve been wanting to write more comic reviews, but I haven’t had time. A week and a half ago, I had a Gusto assignment at Hennessey’s Pub out in Alden. Last Saturday was my bachelor party, which I decided to make a podcast out of. That turned into episode 8.5 (since I spent more time partying than recording, it was only a half an hour). On Sunday (amidst a shit storm of aggravation), I wrote three poems. Then I got lost somewhere on the 279 and ended up sleeping in my car. This is why I hate large highways.
On Monday (after explaining to my wife, her parents and a few other people that the ‘reports of my death were greatly exaggerated’), I met up with ArtVoice Managing Editor Geoff Kelly at Mulligan’s Brick Bar downtown to record on location. We had a knockout show and for some reason on a Monday afternoon at a bar on Allen there were six people who were unfamiliar with the term ‘inside voices’. The podcast turned out great regardless.
Tuesday was my night at Desi’s. On Wednesday, I returned to Buff State to chime in and sit in to enjoy Lisa Forrest’s Rooftop Poetry Club get together. It was therapy that was well needed. Weds. night I had a quiet night in with the wife. That was well needed too.
Thursday I was at work all day for the most part. Friday was more work and another quiet night in with the wife.
Yesterday I had an assignment for ArtVoice that I had to be vague about. I’ll just say that if you’re a true Elton John fan, you might be familiar with a certain reverse psuedonym that’s going to be popping up soon in their pages.
Check out the podcasts, though. You can find both over at:
Episode 8.5 Tag Line
Tom commemorates his bachelor party with the drunkest podcast yet, strange boobs in the face, Mighty Taco, and projectile vomiting.
Episode 9 Tag Line:
Tom sits down and pounds out the magic with Buffalo Wonder Boy and ArtVoice’s Managing Editor in Chief Geoff Kelly. Mayhem ensues, stout is purchased on Jamie Moses’ corporate credit card.card.
The two Breathing Room poetry books STILL aren’t done. I am now a month over my personal deadline for them and the first volume had better be finished come next week or somebody is going to be in hot water. My layout person is still working on them and I don’t understand how the pdf can be so difficult when I knocked out Clean Up After Me, I’m Irish in a weekend. I guess we’ll see what next week brings. Volume I should be ready for order by the second week of September. I’ll be in Las Vegas that week for work.
I think that’s just about everything. I’m about three weeks away from my wedding and the majority of my immediate families (and friends, for that matter) hate my guts or think I’ve lost my mind altogether or both. These things will happen. In September, the Buffalo News will be running an essay I wrote about my new in-laws in their ‘My View’ section. That makes my second accepted submission for the year and they allow three per person, so I’ll have to whip something else up as soon as ‘Our People’ runs.
Things are really starting to come together career-wise. Word of mouth on something or other (or perhaps ALL of it) is hitting the ground running and I’d like to think that the money should be around the corner. Geoff Kelly and I were talking about career goals, aspirations and objectives on Monday and I told him my conclusion was that ultimately, I wanted to keep busy. Writing is a compulsive therapy for me now. It’s something I’m going to do no matter what. I’m knocking on wood here, because every time I say something like that, I block up for eight to twelve months. There’s still too much to be done. And I don’t give a shit about recognition anymore, inclusion, or critical fanfare. I want to make money. I want to provide for my new three unit family. I want to be able to leave my job in two to five years so that I can do this full time. I’m ready. The steps are in place. All I have to do now is keep at it.
I’ll drop you a line again when I have a chance. Take care of yourselves, Big Words readers. Seeya on the flip side.
Tom Waters
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