Shiver Me Timbers

If for no other reason than to cover up the last post. I hated to discuss those people, but that book deal really bothered me.

On to better topics. At least better in my own humble opinion.

Tomorrow, December 21st, is a historic day of colossal proportions. Many a person born on that day has gone on to find glory.

Keifer Sutherland - 1966
Andy Dick - 1965
Florence Griffin Joyner (Flo-Jo)- 1959
Ray Romano - 1957
Samuel Jackson - 1948
Frank Zappa - 1940
Joe Paterno - 1926
Joseph Stalin - 1879

And Me! - 1972

Okay, so I've never been dictator of a large country, coached a bajillion football victories, cut a record, fought snakes on a plane, not everyone loves me, I can't run fast, I try not to be a dick, and I coudln't save the world in 24 years much less hours -- but someday I will be known far and wide as the man who wrote, Plundered Booty.

Speaking of which some of my friends already gave me a present. This t-shirt ...

And here was the note that came with it.

I am a t-shirt kind of guy so my wife bought this shirt for me as well.


You can't be a Texan and not like Willie. That is a deportable offense.


This being my 35th birthday I have a story to tell y'all. imagine that.

Anyway, back in the summer of 2002 I was at a writers conference listening to a New York agent give a workshop. Somebody in the class asked if being in their seventies would be a deterrnt in acquiring an agent. The agent said, "No, if the work was good enough she would take on a project from someone of any age. She then added, " Matter of fact I prefer my writers to have a few years behind them. Rarely should anyone under the age of 35 attempt fiction since they do not have enough life experience to draw from.

Think I'll send her an e-query tomorrow and tell her I've been waiting all this last five and a half years to turn of age, just so I could query her.