Dido the Author in again, little photocopied copies of his book for sale, a "hand-colored" black and white bad illustration of a mountain, sea, and sun on the cover, he's colored it in with highlighter, the whole collection of 3 short stories runs maybe 28 half pages, he's typed the text but hand-numbered the pages, so 15 8X11 pages all told and he's charging $12.50. He'd been in before, I'd expressed interest, he's calling me out on it, now is not the time, there's not a dime to spare, I've been half-supporting BatSh*t, not him now as well, but he's only got the single book (a half-dozen copies), and so he waits and writes and reads books and plays on his laptop while I work the 3 hours it takes to afford it, buy a copy...
The whole time he's only drunk a glass of tap water, he's squatting our cyberspace, he's pleased I bought the book, in two years this makes almost a dozen he's sold, and now he's telling me about the other books he's going to write, a book about how to write books, a book on how to be a waiter (and he wants my advice, and I want so badly to tell him he'll find service improves greatly when he starts becoming a customer, but I don't...), so many books to write, he's low maintenance, conversations are short, I have other customers and I pretend to be busy with them...
...finally, the last hour he's had the place to himself, he gets the hint, we should get together, hang out, we could collaborate on a book, I could help him with his webpage, I've got my own creative projects I tell him, don't need this collaboration, "like what...?" he asks, then guesses writing, and - now, being a published author these past 2 years, he lords it over me..."Let me give you some advice...3 pieces...the second is...um..." and he's thinking, confused..."...um...just write whatever you want...and don't feel you have to start at the beginning, anywhere will do...and...well, I'll think about the rest..."
He wants to write a book on how to write a book, remember.
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I read the book when I get home, it's about his kayaking adventures off the Haida Gwaii, Queen Charlottes', only there isn't any adventure, it's more about how he felt, about how he talked with the Sea Lions "Arrr Arrr Arrr" and there's a lot of that and then there's the telepathy with the whales, and there's the feelings of wonder, of loneliness, of man's place in the universe, it's like an even worse version of "Jonathan Livingston Seagull", if you can imagine, imagine it written by a lonely middle aged guy in a Kayak with the mental age of a developmentally delayed 12 year old and you have the idea. He paid an editor, 6 weeks it took them, not very well, proper editing would have had it tossed into a fireplace and one's hands warmed in front of it for the 30 or 40 BTU's it would have been worth...it'll be a fine Xmas gift for someone I haven't met yet I'm sure...That said, he's a "published author" and I gotta get off my ass while there's still time...