I was not planning on doing an update this week, for two reasons. One, my crippling laziness, and two, or three, or whatever number we're on, I've been a tad busy at work. As we shamble towards the end of Term 3, the amount of parent meetings/phone calls/emails/passive aggressive notes/etc tend to increase as those two most dreaded of words, "summer school", begin to loom over the heads of our doe eyed charges. And not the fun 80's sort either.
|Man, if only the world worked like that.|
It's a common theme among teachers that this is the time of year when certain parents, who have ignored any and all invitations to come in and talk about their precious kiddos for the entire year, now show up with bags of demands, accusations, and imploring phrases about their child's love of education. And conversely, of course, they all have opinions on what the teachers have been doing wrong all year which they have never thought to mention until now. It is enough to make one cynical. Or, if one were already a bit cynical, as most Ragers are, it would drive us further into our nihilistic despair bubble, towards a place populated by over priced sandals and unicorns with crippling gambling addictions.
|He knows what I'm sayin'.|
So, why are we here, then? Well, simple, to celebrate an important anniversary, a turning point in the history of the Rage Cage!
No, not mine. Thanks though. For future reference, however, I will accept gift cards, beers, and new socks in lieu of other forms of tribute.
Three years ago today, I unleashed my first book on an unsuspecting world. The Learning Curve came out to no acclaim, not much hype, and a few rather unenthusiastic reviews. At the end of the day, though, this was a book I had been working on for years. I started it in one country and finished it three countries later. It survived feuds with Gene Hackman, cyclones, getting hit with pointy bits, and one or two violent uprisings.Getting it out of my head and onto paper was a great experience for me, both as a writer and a frothing ego maniac. While it didn't net me any groupies, or castles on the hill, or new pants, I get nice emails from peeps every once in a while telling me they enjoyed it (well balanced by the emails calling me a scam artist) and by now it has paid for the publishing and netted me a cool $26 in profit, so that's pretty sweet.
Since then I have written other stories, another book was published, I did a play, and I have a few projects in the pipeline, but you never forget your first time, as they say. What, you haven't read it yet? A pox on you- buy it here!
|Ah, cheap plugs. Get it? He he he.|
Have a good week everybody, and see you in Latvia!