75 YEAR OLD WRITER TO NEW BEST SELLING AUTHOR

I am just another guy sitting in my kitchen chair trying to figure out how to become a successful author. I just read David Baldacci's autobiography who is the best selling author and he made writing seem so easy. He made it sound like just telling an interesting story to a friend was the trick.

I am a 75 year old male who is retired and disinterested in almost everything I have been doing lately besides talking to my family of kids and grandkids. Writing seems like the one way I can justify an admittedly indulged existence only because of the good fortune of a well endowed family and some lucky business success.
Otherwise, I feel very empty sitting out here in Florida far away from my roots in Chicago.

I never saw the point in going to school so I en1ded up graduating last in my class in both grade school and high school then got kicked out of 3 colleges and inducted into the army at the height of the Vietnam war. Being scared to death of actually being sent to fight I fooled the shrink at the induction center with an academy award performance of a neurotic, disturbed, terrified, bullied kid who said he could not urinate with other people around.

I did the whole interview head down and hardly ever looking up at the army shrink and  speaking creepy softly.. He bought my crazy act even though he still had me come back 3 months later. I  came back and performed the same act of being a man that was  potential total liability to the army. I was permanently rejected.
I headed straight to the local pool room where my friends were waiting for my results. I took them all out to dinner and we  got drunk to celebrate my good fortune not  to be drafted. My friends  were mostly nice boys who got deferments because they were in college studying to be doctors and lawyers. 

That was back in 1969.

In the ensuing years I have been the same lucky dope that I always was from grade school on.

I gambled, smoked dope, did a lot of coke and chased women all this time. I did get married to a wonderful woman and that union lasted from 1975 to 1989 although we were pretty done after 1982.

In fact, I just had a reunion with some guys I have been friends with for 69 years who are all friends from the old neighborhood who started school with me in 1953. 
It was great.

ANGRY GOOGLE ADSENSE BLOGGER SPITS OUT VERBAL DIARRHEA

It's a waste. A giant waste of time. I have been writing on this same blog for about 10 years. Writing about everything and getting almost no feedback. 

Lately,  I have written a lot about how I despise that miserable, despicable criminal Donald J. Trump and everything he stands for. 

But, it does not matter. You are all immune from reading my writing the same as you Trumpers are immune from rejecting Donald's diarrhea.

I post on Twitter, Facebook, to private parties, on other blogs. Wherever. It does not matter. I am a bust. I have only a small, sick following.

My work is like a morsel of parakeet shit floating in the Atlantic ocean. Irrelevant. I am not really here. I have published several hundred articles that are fiction. non-fiction, I have started screenplays, biographies, autobiographies, porno stiff, essays.

All bullshit to you. 

However, all of it sits in my blog for the taking. One of you geniuses could probably do wonders with some of my work. That is if you would ever take the time to read my blog.

kingdavidsplace.blogspot.com

You don't though. Nothing happens with David's Place.

Not many clicks. I get a few stinking thousand viewers a week. Sucks.

I refuse to go through all the bullshit of figuring out all the maneuvers that a good blogger or social networker is supposed to do.

Fuck you. I write for myself but I do want success.

If you never discover me than so what. I have nothing better to do. 

Google Adsense can take the few hundred dollars I have ever made and shave it up their well oiled asses. 

No one has to promote something good whether it is a good steakhouse, bookstore, story or a corned beef sandwich. 

Good things catch on. 

I do not catch on. That speaks for itself but I do not accept that. 

 I love to write so here is more shit to disregard.

David

WRITING A DOG TRUMP AND GAMBLERS ANONYMOUS

I have written a lot for a long time in my seventy one one plus years of existence. I have started novels, short stories, essays, autobiographies, screenplays. You name it. I have ground out a lot of words.

Unfortunately, all my words have gone in the junk heap. I do not know that I have ever written anything good. I really don't know yet if I can really write. My stuff has never being published other than on my pathetic blog.

I once owned a small business newspaper for which I wrote a weekly publishers opinion column, usually in the middle of the night some forty years ago.

Now, I am seventy one, divorced, with a big, loving family that is in great shape.  Fortunately, I have been very lucky so that in my twilight years I have ended up with almost no responsibilities other than walking my girlfriends little dog.

He is a five year old American Eski. I've fallen madly in love with him in the year he has been living with us in beautiful southern Florida. I never knew I could be so dedicated to a dog. He is my best friend. 

So, here I go. Rambling. I thought I would write something political or about the coronavirus, or maybe how I have also fallen in love with playing pickle ball everyday. 

Or, the many friends I have made since I moved here from Chicago.

But, I just listened to the CNN special on Trump and I am too aggravated to concentrate. So I am enjoying doing this stream of consciousness flash piece, or journal entry, or disconnected dialogue, or whatever it is. 

I can do these all day. Just writing thoughtlessly is so much fun. No extensive editing, rewriting, or the torture of making what I am writing perfect. 

Just writing perfectly imperfect for the joy is great. 

Ah!!

There is just something so easy about informal writing versus edited  writing and all that that entails. 

So, whoever you are out there let me know if you want to hear more from me.

Also, I am a compulsive gambler who has not gambled a penny for over eleven years. I would be dead, insane, or in jail if I did not stop.

Google Gamblers Anonymous. GA

Help is waiting 24/7

David