Infamously Famous

I've been a bad boy. I fought the law and the law body slammed me. You see, I have this old motorcyle with expired license plate tags. And one night while out test driving the beast, a kind police officer pulled me over and gave me three tickets: expired tags, no insurance and no motorcycle license, the trifecta. I call the officer kind because he said had it not been for the matter of his shift ending, he would have called a tow truck to have my old beat up two-wheeler impounded.

So my court day rolls around and it just so happens that on that particular day I absoluetly could not get away from work. Yes you guessed it...failure to appear in court. Now I've never been on this side of the law before, but I do know that if you don't get to court, they'll come to get you.

My loving wife, who's always got my back, went to the warrant division to assess my situation. And when she got to the window, the representtative pulled up my name and said to my wife, "Oh, Brian Egeston...the writer."

And there you have it. The first indication that I should get my ducks in a row before I wind up in the newspaper or better yet the tabloids.

There's Never Enough Time...

...When you don't use it wisely. I've found that my propensity for laziness is costing me time, money and suffering. What do you do to overcome procrastination?

Watching The World Move

I think it should be mandatory that every one take public transportation twice a month. And I don't mean just a commuter train or a metro. But everyone should have to wait outside in the hot sun at a bus stop looking for a late bus driven by a bus driver who could care less how long you've been waiting or if you get to work on time.

I took the train from work, then a bus to a stop about ten minutes from my house. It's always humbling to sit next to a large woman with a stroller filled with groceries while holding a child that obviously looks more like the absent father than the mother. I appreciate my life when I see a woman with a lower mental capacity than the young boy she's holding by the hand. And I'm always reminded how good I've go it when the man next to me smells like three days of outdoor hard labor. His hand swollen from hammering or pushing or cutting or whatever chore that makes sitting at desk writing seem like cheating.

When Work Is More Than Work

There are times, I've come to realize, when the work you apply towards getting a project done is more work than the project should allow. Therefore, the next project suffers valuable time and risks never getting done. I just spent the last three days teaching myself how to convert my book into an e-book and make it available for download. I could have written a novella in that time.

But isn't that true of the most trivial tasks.? The time you spend cutting the grass could be spent toward a project that might bring some income into your home. So you've gotta ask yourself...how much am I worth?

More later

Here We Go Again

Well, book number six is in a factory somewhere getting bound and will be loaded on a truck en route to readers every where. It's my favorite book to date and it has gotten some rather good early reviews. Hope you like it.