Sunday, January 22, 2012
Shag Carpet Toilet-The Book. Well, E-Book, Anyway.
I finally got around and did it (well, not that 'it.' Mrs. Penwasser has yet to fall asleep).
Inspired by Eva from Wrestling With Retirement, I decided to dust off my opus from a couple years ago, Shag Carpet Toilet, and submit it to the good folks at Kindle for publication.
A work of fiction, it's a tale of what it was like to be a 14 year old boy in the summer of 1972 between Catholic School graduation and freshman year at a public high school. Even though it will resonate with people who knew me way back when, it's not a memoir. For instance, my little brother never rode a pig in the circus. Although my sister did fall into a pile of elephant dung.
If any of you care to have a look at it (by 'it', I mean the book), you'll probably recognize some bits and pieces. Over the course of the past year, I've excerpted a few chapters and posted them here as part of the "Once Upon a Time" series (golly, can I sound any more pretentious?). These were the bits which were the most true and based on real-life events.
Basically, what I did on Blogger was the opposite of what I did when writing Shag Carpet Toilet: I took something fictional and rewrote it to what actually happened. Of note, I included my real name (by real, I mean 'Al' which, as you know, isn't my real, real name. Jeezy Pete, I feel like frikkin' Sybil-or a geriatric Batman-with all my alter egos).
Sadly, my father really did wrap our toilet in shag carpet, though. Oh, yeah, that part is real. Shag carpet. Around a toilet. In a house with four boys and a man. Ladies: you know what I mean.
So, if any of you are interested, it's an E-Kindle Book now. Apparently, sales of Kindle took off this Christmas (if I'm wrong, don't disabuse me of this fiction) so I may get a little traction with this publishing phenomenon. At least until the Mayans are proved right and the world really does end in December. At which point, all those Kindles will become little more than Kindling.
At $4.99, it's probably over-priced crap, but then again, so was Obama's biography.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Mrs. Penwasser is looking a little sleepy.