I play a musical instrument a little, but only for my own amazement.”
~Fred Allen

Most of you know by now that The Pocketbook: Coloring the Gray, a short story collection that I’ve written, is currently in the works of being published and should be available to the public by late summer 2009. The most important thing right now, in regards to the book, is getting the message out. Spreading the word, through any means possible about the book and what it means.

But honestly, what does it mean?  The_Ferris_Wheel

Is it the theme of the stories, or perhaps the answer to the most undesirable question in the world: “What is your book about?” Is the message what this book means to me, or what it means to the reader? Am I suppose to explain how writing sometimes makes me feel like I was once more looking up through the labyrinth of metal of a Ferris wheel, or about those moments when it renders me silent, a rarity appreciated by those who personally know me.

The point is, its only a book. If you know me, its a book your friend wrote. If you don’t know me, then its just a book by some guy who did everything you did:

Writing away in the back of notebooks instead of taking notes— muttering half thought lines and settings to quietly aloud while walking alone, creating and destroying heroes and those exceptional flawed characters with the stroke of a pen. Putting your imagination out there for everyone to read and critique. Telling stories to your friends you said you had read but secretly had conceived and written yourself; the shiver of a thrill you get when they approve, and the painfully perfect blows to the stomach when they don’t.

The point is… I’m just like you. And with me writing this book, you’re not reading from an author that’s going to be famous, from an author that’s going to change lives. You won’t ever have to analyze these stories for an essay, and you can think what you will of them because there is no Sparknotes reviewer available to to tell you what to think.

You’re reading from the writer within yourself whether your twelve, eighteen, twenty-six, or sixty— because every word I wrote is a word I share; words that we share as we live our lives so similar. Every emotion I feel, every person I draw inspiration from— it is without a doubt that you’ve felt it before, or met someone similar.

And that’s the first message, the main message, I guess I want to put out.

We’re not so different you and I, the reader and the writer.

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