Saturday, March 28, 2015

Work For Money, Work For the Dream

I'm not a wealthy man.  Shocker, right?

But I've gone through society's playbook - did well in high school and survived college with a grade point average that was higher than my average blood-alcohol level in those years.  I worked hard to get where I am - I have a house and a wonderful daughter whom I love wholeheartedly.  I even have a dog and an ex-wife.  If my mortgage was underwater and I drove an SUV, you could say I'm completely average... just living the American dream.

But for me there was always something missing.  I love my job, and I am really good at it.  I am not bored or unfulfilled, though I know many who are.  Still, I just need something more.

In a way the job binds me.  It's financial in nature, as no doubt if you've read my books you would guess.  Yet my life is not defined by finance.  There's more to it than that.

In the last few years, I've experimented with a lot of side-ventures.  I ran a sports website - and it was doing pretty well before the firm I was working for at the time found it and grew concerned about their lack of control over its content.  I had to choose - the paying job or the non-paying website - and I went with the job.  Ironic that they laid me off a year later - isn't that a kick in the nuts?

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Sometimes I Wonder if I'm an Arrogant Prick

It takes a bit of arrogance to be a writer.  While I'll be the first one to admit this, I'm not sure all writers feel the same way.  But to me, the very notion of writing something necessitates that for the message to be communicated, someone else must read it.  Whether it be an 800 page novel, or even this blogpost.

Therefore, all writers inherently need a reader to take time out of their own lives in order to make the writer's work worthwhile.  The more people read your writing, the more successful you are.  Imagine the arrogance of an author who wishes to become successful, as such an accomplishment requires that thousands upon thousands of people take the time to read the words you write!

This means that when they sit down to create their works of art, every single writer is arrogantly presumptive in believing that someone out there is going to read their words.

Yes, even you:

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Working Hard... and a Thought About Self-Publishing

I wanted to apologize for my short political rant the other day.  For a moment, I forgot myself.  I forgot that I am no longer AG Fredericks, the anarcho-capitalist, politically-charged, eye-opening, threat-to-our-liberty-warning, freedom writer.  I am now AG Fredericks, the docile sheep trying to avoid the slaughterhouse and thrive in a world where the rules of the game are drastically tilted towards an elite class of people from which I do not belong.

“I will work harder.”
                -Boxer, Animal Farm

I have been working on a number of projects lately.  The trouble is that I can’t really decide which one I want to focus on, so instead I am throwing myself into all of them and seeing what sticks.  Why not, right?

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Why I Can't Be Bothered

So, I really didn't want my "new and improved" blog to get political.  I was trying so hard.  But I couldn't resist as yet another shining example of why I can't be bothered anymore when it comes to politics reared their ugly head this week - Hillary Clinton.  It was recently uncovered that she was using private email servers to conduct business while she was Secretary of State.

I mean, this has to be a joke,right?  This is a government by the people, so how can the people keep tabs on our most important employees when they usurp the system?  And this is by no means a little "whoopsy" moment.  Those in the financial sector certainly understand this - most large financial institutions, be it banks or insurance companies or whatever, will block employee access to personal email accounts.  EVERYTHING must go through the company's servers and email addresses.

If anything, you would think that a prominent government role would need to have more transparency and oversight.  But not Hillary.

Monday, March 2, 2015

When I Knew

It was Ms. Fernandez' 4th grade class.  I must have been about 10 years old and sitting with about 25-30 other kids.  This day was a bit different than most others as we had a speaker come to class.

It was a policeman, decked out in full uniform, drawing awe from most of the star-struck pupils.  I was included in that group as I was always taught to look up to and respect our law officers.  That day, the man was there to talk to us about alcohol and drinking.

I don't remember a lot of the details, but he discussed the dangers of drinking and driving and some other health issues related to alcohol consumption.  We were all riveted.  This was something not taught in our schoolbooks and almost a taboo topic in most homes.  Kids see their parents drink and they know the aren't allowed to, but we were finally being given a glimpse as to why.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Interviewing Myself

I have been asked a number of questions over email and in conversation over the past few weeks about my comeback.  I thought I'd list them here and answer them.

You have disappeared for the better part of a year!  What have you been up to?

You're right.  I don't really know quite what happened, but I pretty much abandoned social media - facebook and twitter - and decided to be more present in my day-to-day life.  I have a 5 year old daughter and I felt as though writing books was taking up a lot of my time and energy from something that I only have the pleasure of doing once.  Writing and living often clash, and I thought that maybe my lines were starting to get blurry.

I also got into better physical shape.  Writing is a time consuming and often sedentary activity.  Combined with apathy towards exercise and diet, I had been at my all-time high in terms of weight.  You know things are bad when you have trouble putting your socks on in the morning.  So, I started running.  In fact, I focused on it so much that I trained for and ran the NYC Marathon, going from not being able to run a half-mile in December, 2013, to running the full marathon in November, 2014.  It has become a great focus of mine and I feel that running marathons is a great way to teach my daughter the lessons of perseverance and hard work, while promoting my own good health and well-being.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

My New Blog

I'm back.

It's been a while since I have written.  There is a long story as to why, but that is for another day.  In the coming days, weeks and months, I will be beginning a slew of new projects, which along with an every day life that includes raising a 5-year old daughter and a full-time job should keep me very busy.

The Liberty Gulch trilogy remains an unfinished work.  For that, my readers and friends, I sincerely apologize.  There are a number of reasons as to why this is so, and why it will remain unfinished for some time.  Perhaps one day I will share (this is a blog after all, and isn't that what blogs are for?)

In reading my prior posts on these pages, I have decided to junk them and start anew.  I simply do not have the time to report on all the injustices of the world and there are many other bloggers out there who do a much better job than I could ever hope to do.

To be sure, I am still the same person and hold the same beliefs.  I am just a little more comfortable being on the periphery of things, provoking thought and perhaps pushing the reader to think for themselves than to be preachy or push my own agenda.  I enjoy thinking, I enjoy writing, and I hope that my writing initiates my readers into thinking.

In the past year, I have focused intently on personal issues - health, education, independence - and I feel as though I am coming out of the other side a better person for it.  Readers of The Troy Standard will recall the role "The Routine" played in the story, and I think that I have somewhat created my own "Routine" and it has helped me in many ways.  Perhaps that is something I will share in the coming days.

Thanks for hanging in there with me.