July 4, 2015


Yesterday, that would be 7/3 for those of you who are reading this after July 4th, I decided to do a little bike riding as a proper way to kick off my long July 4th holiday weekend (includes a vacation day on July 6th). Normally, this is something I don't really touch upon on my blog anymore, mostly because it's a mundane part of my life that I'm forcing myself to do because I's tuning into a seriously F&B kind of guy.

Anywho, the intent was to ride to the bank and the post office. No big thing, as most of you are probably saying to yourself 'cause you've heard me talk about me running my errands the old fashioned way a lot. However, due to some seriously bad customer service experienced on consecutive Saturdays at my local branch (1st was dealing with a newbie who didn't know how to do money orders and shuffled me off to another clerk who was just starting a passport. On the average, if you have all the proper paperwork and you're doing just one, it takes about 35 minutes; 2nd was being 5th in line as the only clerks on duty, of which there two, were doing passports), I now go to a local branch near me in the next town, which turns out to be a roughly a 5 mile round trip (my house to bank in downtown Newington to post office in West Hartford and home).

Like I said, the intent was to do that particular errand via bicycle. However, @ approximately 10:30a, the Webster Bank computer systems crashed rather spectacularly statewide. So back home we went to fetch our car to run our errands, which were ultimately successful (gots money for the long weekend) and pulled into our driveway @ about 1p.

July 1, 2015

ISWG Post #11!

Guess what time it is! Nope, it's not Howdy Dowdy time! Nor is it time for the original "Oh my God, they killed Kenny"! That's write, it's time for the monthly world-wide meeting of the IWSG, where writers from all around the world and all around the galaxy, as well as NYC, gather around the wishing well to commiserate and pump up each other's self-esteem until it's off the charts!!!!!!

But, enough with the jocularity.

Today we have a three-fer IWSG post.

#1: Today marks the 11th consecutive post that I've written under the IWSG banner, which for those of you who don't know me that well, is a major accomplishment.

#2: I've finally released the print version of my novella, "A Taste Of Pain". Now available at CreateSpace and (in a week or two) at Amazon, as well as a pre-order at my book blog. Clicking on the title will bring you to my book blog and all the salient details that you could every want.

#3: Today's topic, even thought it was covered quite well by the wonderful Ruth Harris at Anne R. Allen's Blog, deserves to be talked about yet again, because quite frankly, the well has slightly run dry this week and this actually dovetails quite nicely into today's topic. And if you're confused, imagine how my muse feels about my confusion.

Like most writers, I have a muse. Unlike most writers though, my muse is pretty much the spitting image of my commercial debut (take 2), with a serious kick ass attitude to match. And unlike most writers, I will bring my muse to life on this blog (see tags Muses & SubMiss) from time to time. Most of my regulars already know this, but for those of you who are stopping by to say "hi" for the first time, my muse has become my alter ego, so to speak.

When my muse graces this blog with her presence, all hell breaks loose, mostly because she speaks what I normally wouldn't be caught dead speaking out loud on this blog, and because I'm like most writers, in which I will beat myself up over my writing, it also manifests itself with semi-mild physical violence against yours truly.

While you may recoil in horror, mock or otherwise, over what I've just written, using my muse as my blogging/writing alter ego has become a truly worthwhile endeavor. Because, like it or not, as one of the strangest professions one can pursue, we are often too nice to our fellow writers and well as to ourselves, and quite frankly, having a muse that we can bring to life and treat as our alter ego is just what the doctor ordered.

To be honest with everyone, your muse is the dominant partner in your symbiotic writing relationship, and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that deep down, you really enjoy it. Because without a symbiotic relationship with your muse, your writing really is just dead in the water. And who wants their writing to be on the same level as Kim Kardashian?

So embrace the muse. Be one with the muse. But most importantly, treat the muse as your alter ego from time to time. In the long run, you'll be glad that you did.

"Did I do good?" he asks expectantly like Pavlov's dog.
"Yes, you did fine, my slave. Now go off and write me scene that does my talent justice."
"Yes my mistress," he answers subserviently, as he scampers off to do what was asked of him.

(c) 2015 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

June 29, 2015

Yes! Book For You!

Continuing on a theme, which is a blog is a personal tool to use to enlighten and entertain, but most importantly, to selectively pimp (pimp is such an ugly word, isn't it?), to become a unique version of Johnny Promo (out here, back in the day when personalities were an integral part of radio, there used to be a jock called Johnny Promo) for either your latest completed project or a plethora of completed projects.

As of Saturday (6/27), currently available from CreateSpace (and within a week or so, Amazon), my novella, A Taste Of Pain.

For the low price of $6.99 + sales tax and S&H, this bad boy can be yours. For a better deal, though, you can order it directly from me, (initially as a pre-order) for wickedly low price of $5.75 + sales tax. Clicking on the Purchase link will give you all the information you need to purchase this bad boy, either by money order or c/c.

And now, for something completely different, since this is a Monday and the last thing we want to do is to make this post the length of a typical post from my weekly blog, a blast from the archives of Cedar's Mountain. On March 3, 2013, I wrote this observational post about the personalities of blogs. Hope you like.

(c) 2015 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

June 25, 2015

No Book For You! But We Do Have This Nice Consolation Prize Instead

That's right kids, no book for you! Why? Because we say so, that's why! Because we are the all knowing, all seeing, all encompassing, know it all, and what I say goes! Unless of course, it's opposite of what my wife says, then we ask for her permission to become our alter ego, then it's...


In all seriousness though, we had minor hiccup on the road to publication this week. The cover needed to be ever so lightly tweaked as CreateSpace deemed it slightly unacceptable in its present form. With the cover being tweaked and the file being resubmitted, it ultimately passed with flying colors, much like my 3rd attempt at getting my driver's license*.

Once I get the sample copy (as per custom, the S&H cost more than the book) and give it the once over, I will unleash this bad boy to the world, most likely on Monday, for the wickedly low price of $6.99. However, next week, I will start accepting pre-orders for the low Books by G.B. Miller price of $6.12 ($5.75 + 6.35% sales tax). More details to follow on Monday.

Nikia, a demonic spirit escapee from Purgatory now residing peacefully above ground, is being blackmailed by Kevin to turn Keisha, the girl of his obsession, into the hottest toy of any male or female's wanton desires, so that he can ride to her rescue and make her beholden to him. A distress call sent out by Nikia's eldest prompts two archangels, Michael and Raphael, to answer the call. But can they arrive in time to save Nikia and Keisha from Kevin's lustful machinations? More importantly though, can a supreme demonic hellion from the bowels of Purgatory really turn her live around and do the right thing?

June 22, 2015


Continuing on a theme....What theme? Why, the theme of one word titles with punctuation, 'cause you know, originality is usually not with us on a Moanday.

Sometimes we question the validity of what we do and who we are, or is it who we are and what we do?

I often question what I do for work and what I do for writing on a tri-weekly basis. Fortunately, most of the time I keep these questions to myself, which usually makes a pretty good conversation. Why? Because I have the knack of mentally multi-tasking what I do while at work. Work has become the be all to end all mind-numbing repetitive drudgery that a chimpanzee can do in their sleep. More often than not, I can phone it in with none being the wiser. I'm the best auto-pilot that money can buy.

Note to readers: this is not a woe-is-me blog post. This is simply an observational post. Nothing more and nothing less.

Anyways, I often do this kind of deep philosophical thinking at work for the aforementioned reasons. My brain is empty while I'm doing this, so I do have to find ways of keeping occupied. The validation I used to crave from work no longer matters. Office politics being what they are, I'm now resigned to the fact that all I really care about at work is putting in my 8 to 9 hours, collecting my paycheck and try to keep the vapid complaints down to less than 6 per week (agency has a ingrained culture of not accepting the word "no" and sense of entitlement stronger than a politician's desire to spend your money on frivolous things).

As for writing, I do question what I write from time to time, simply because what I write has been effectively neutered by the powers that be at work. In other words, trying to promote what I write is almost impossible (see this post from 2013 as to why) to do at work. So the best I can do is simply put up a small display of business cards and a small sign that shows (sans price) what I have out and where it can be found.

And trying to find the time to do any kind of promoting (either in the physical sense or the virtual sense) beyond what I do on the blog and social media is exceptionally hard. Again, a lot of it boils down to what I write. I'm very proud of what I write and if I had to do it all over again, I would do it the exact same way.

There lies the rub. I do my job, therefore I am exceptionally valued team member that nobody, save a few of my fellow co-workers, appreciates. However, I write and therefore, I'm a pariah at work. So to reconcile the two me's at work is usually somewhat difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. While I'm doing that, I go back and contemplate the original question in this post: I question the validity of what I write and I how I write it.

And that, my friends, is how we spend our days at work: there in body, but definitely not there in spirit.

And to end this on a happier note, I'm now waiting for CreateSpace to give me the final okay on the book so that I can order a proof copy. I should have some solidity by the next blog post. As much as I would love to show you the back cover, because it really is very cool, it's a PDF file and I cannot covert it to a JPEG.

(c) 2015 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.