Friday afternoon

Getting revved up for the weekend...much to get accomplished.

A good lunch (I was able to convince the nice lady at the Safeway deli to fix me a large portion of chicken livers, which I consumed with a bottle of Perrier...okay, the nutrition isn't perfect, but my body was craving it) and some quiet time seems to be doing me a universe of good.

Sales have been lackluster the last month or two on my books and CDs...probably my lack of touring, promotion, advertising and no recent book to serve as lightning rod.

Sigh. I hate pimping my works. I'm a writer. I write. Let those vainglorious middle-men who always seem to be getting more than their proper share do the buckchasing.