Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Anklecast 28

Big Anklevich makes his shameful return! This show is months late, because I was too ashamed to admit how little success I'd had with the novel writing thing. But sooner or later, you gotta fess up, so you can move on. So here I am with an apology, and a dedication to someone who deserved better.

We'll never forget you Ginger.

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Music was "Crossing The Divide." Courtesy of Kevin MacLeod of Incompetech.com.


1 comment:

  1. This was an impressive, intimate episode from you, sir. It took me a couple of sittings to go through it, and I've forgotten what I was going to say yesterday. You've been touched by Death so much more than I have, it seems (and I don't mean "touched," as in, fondled in the backroom of Bloomingdale's, otherwise, well . . .), but I don't believe I've ever heard you proclaim that you're going to die in a car crash one day. I guess there's an out-of-control car with your name on it, the trick is to die of old age before it finds you.

    There are so many famous writers out there who wrote only one book in their life (one of the kids in the car coming back from the cabin last week had a copy of "Black Beauty" and it said that the book was written as the author was on her deathbed, at the literal end of her life), you needn't feel like a failure that you can't drum one up in a couple of months. Heck, look at the bane of your existence (apparently), George R.R. Martin. He seems to average a book every five to eight years. Of course, that doesn't give you free reign to be lazy. You want to be making money on your writing so that out-of-control car doesn't find you on the freeway that icy November morning.

    I'm inspired by your damn end-credits song every bloody time I listen to it. I'm sure, if anybody else listened to the farligging show, that they would be too. Heed your own advice, and get on your way.