Literati! As hinted, I am now in Moscow. The authorities have been reluctant to grant me computer access because of all that to-do with my fellow countryman, but I am resourceful fellow and pointed out that my gravitas was gaining weight. For those of you new to our site, the mission statement here has always …
As hinted, I am now in Moscow. The authorities have been reluctant to grant me computer access because of all that to-do with my fellow countryman, but I am resourceful fellow and pointed out that my gravitas was gaining weight. For those of you new to our site, the mission statement here has always been “Putting Gravitas on a Lo-Carb Diet.”
The towers that were A Word with You Press have collapsed in Oceanside–a strategic move because with global warming and all I expected to be as underwater as a million mortgage holders in Southern California. Foresight. Higher ground.
We have endured a number of setbacks over the years–site hacked with half our content lost, going off line because of the insistence of at+t that I pay my bill, and the editor-in-chief going awol to joust windmills.
But we endured, and even when I was missing in traction the rest of you fed the beast and kept the site going, not only our staff of Gary, Diana and Derek, but the rest of the regular contributors. But bear in mind (or bare in mind, if you prefer) that while the administrators are all professional writers, the site was not a business, but a passion. You can’t fire any of us because everything we have done we have done for free, and for pleasure, though granted, there was always the hope that someone from the site would buy our books or want to publish with us, or use our editorial services. Yet I can’t recall a single client for editorial work who came to me from our site. So please temper your annoyance with me knowing that the part I played in the creation of this site was done with love.
A Word with You Press will never die. I can operate from the road, but it looks like I will establish a real-world address here in Moscow. I was invited by my friends Bruce and Lisa whom I knew from my Singapore days and working in Borneo together. They are helping me get my footing in this strange new land, and on day one I was able to get a job in a European cabinet shop. I am going to try to engineer things so that I work only three days a week, which will give me enough regular rubles to invest once again the time to get the Phoenix off its ash. The paradox is that by collapsing in Oceanside I am convinced that I can succeed in Moscow, and make our site more vital in the months and years to come. A little change of m/o coming, but more on that later.
First order of business is to provide closure to the contest that concluded a few days before I departed, Wingnuts. Traditionally the judge leaves comments regarding each story and what the winner used to bribe the judge. Logistics did not quite permit that to go as usual. So please be tolerant. This is the first time I have been able to access the site to post this. A full detail of the stories will come, and I know I diffuse the ending by telling you my choice to take Horace, the trophy, home was Eli Fang. I left his plaque to be engraved in Oceanside before I left, and I believe he will be picking it up this week.
Book tour likely to start in San Diego the end of September and move North. I still hope to meet as many of you as I can.
I also want to comment that everyone’s response to the passing of Peggy Dobbs makes me grateful to live in an age that allows us to connect, genuinely and passionately, to our fellow creatures. And it makes me grateful to all of you for the shared creation of A Word with You Press.