Yesterday, my son-in-law accused me of being obsessed with the e-book I'm writing. I wasn't sure how to take that. I asked what he meant and he said that all it seems I've been doing for the last month or so, day and night, is working on that book.
"Yeah. You're point is?" I asked him.
"Don't you think you should pace yourself a little?" He asked.
"What does pace myself mean?" I asked with a not-so-polite tone, mustering as much of a curmudgeon-like 'tude as I could. "Slow down? Take my time? Stretch this thing out for months? A year? Get a cane? A walker? What?"
"No," he said, now looking a tad timid. "Maybe you should just take your time with it a bit more."
"Why?" I answered. "I know I'm getting old... older... but it's not like I'm going to have a heart attack or stroke-out from writing a freaking e-book or thinking about it too hard."
"You just seem like you're totally obsessed with it," he said.
"I am," I ired back point-blank. "I am obsessed with it."
And it's true. I am. I've been totally obsessed with this ebook for about a month. More, counting the research I did before starting to write. Why? I suppose because, unlike the writing I do on this blog which is free for everyone to read, I'm going to charge for the ebook. Granted, I'm not charging that much. Leastwise, I don't think it's too much. Is $9.95 too much for about 60 or 70 pages, chock full of great information and pics and more for anyone shooting or wanting to shoot glamour?
Obviously, I suppose, it depends on whether the book is good or it sucks. And that's why I'm obsessing: I'm trying my best to make sure it doesn't suck! And that it's worth every penny of the $9.95 I'll be asking for it.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing, in my opinion.
The pretty girl at the top is one whose name I can't recall. Since I'm still in a curmudgeonly mood due to all the obsessing I've been doing, plus considering I'm in my dotage -- according to my son-in-law, that is -- I'm refusing to take the time right now to figure out her name. Instead, I'll probably just chug a bottle of Geritol or prune juice and go to bed. That aside, she's sexy, ain't she? I do remember I shot this and other pics of her for Playboy/Club Jenna at a location house somewhere in the Hollywood hills. But that's about all I remember. Maybe I am getting old? Where the hell's that bottle of ginkgo biloba pills I bought?
Wishing everyone a great holiday weekend! Let's never forget those who paid the ultimate price for our freedom!