To Ride A Painted Pony Wild
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I remember when films came out and played around for a few years. They would hit the big movie houses and then the smaller ones. They would play the drive-ins and then at the special theaters that played two or three films. The films continued to be promoted and there was not such a rush to see them. The fees to see them were affordable and often 99 cent showings included a preface of a cartoon.
I am back to a slow promotional feel for my published books through The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing. I take it slow and continue to edit and promote my books when needed. I am back to the slow moving no rush way. Like when films and our books were presented and promoted when I was younger. Before the options of so much was introduced into our culture. It is because I have just slowed down too. Moments are precious.
Most novellas are fiction or science fiction. Yet if you look around you will find embellished nonfiction novellas out there, and a lot of early authors that came out with these sweet creation numbers.
Mine really happened. It captures an essence of something from my adolescence which is like a delicious perfume of wisdom and youth, before the pressure of growing up crumpled such lofty ideals, but I have found them again so what the fuck. It turns me on.
I sent a letter through Instagram to Bernie Taupin, my hero and the book’s dedicatee—the closest I’ll ever get. Still, reaching out feels fulfilling; it’s something I’ve always enjoyed doing with art, books, and letters.
