Roy M. Griffis

Roy M. Griffis

Storyteller

Musings

2022

 

Lots to Do in 2022

 

I’m way behind on updating this blog with all the Kool Stuff that’s going on.  But life is what happens when you’re working to make the  Kool Stuff real.

So far this year, my wife, Alisa, has had a full knee replacement, and I was doing my best to assist with that.  We had to put our oldest dog, Hans, to sleep (fast-growing cancer).  Then I got hit by COVID 4.x or whatever it is.  First couple of days were a major drag due to the chills and fatigue, but now it’s more less a head cold.  I’ll be back at the day job tomorrow.

That’s not Kool Stuff, however.

 

This

Losing

 

Those we have loved…

The theme for 2022 is starting to look like “losing those we love.”  Just before Thanksgiving, our oldest cat, Felix, died suddenly and peacefully.  We knew he was old (almost 19 is our guess, since he was a rescue), and we knew it was coming, but he wasn’t in any pain or distress, as far as we could tell.

He was a great big bundle of love, comforter to so many children (like my son, below, in 2006), as well as the kind of feline that made “cat-haters” reconsider their prejudices.  He was always calm and easy-going, with a deep rumbling purr whenever we petted him, and I am growing misty-eyed writing that line.

Then

Writer Problems

Not tryin' to save anybody's life here

But it’s damned annoying.

Dunno about any of you, but I kind of have a clock in my head (it takes up more mental space the older I get, but that’s a confession for another time).   The clock is multi-functional, tracking hours, days, years, and regret…yes, I had to pay extra to get that feature installed.

Regardless, yesterday I was printing a copy of my next, as-yet unreleased novel  (The Auditors of Doom) for my son to read and I happened to notice that the formatting on the internal dialogue was incorrect.  It should be in italics, but most of it was in normal text.

For what it’s worth, it turns

An Idea Occurred To Me

An idea so crazy it might just work

As Babykat's expression attests, this is not my first time at the wacky idea rodeo
One thing I love is getting reactions from readers.  Whether Amazon reviews, comments on my webpage, responses to my Facebook posts, or even emails directly to me, I dig almost all of them.
 
While the odd bit of praise is certainly gratifying, one of the most unexpected pleasures of those interactions are the stories readers will sometimes tell.
 
Like the lady in New Zealand who worked in the swingin’ 60s for director and comedian Peter Cook (best known in America as the bishop with a weird speech impediment in “The Princess Bride,” but very cutting edge at

The Change of Seasons and

"Fall" makes me reflect too much

New tech, old ca

The days get cooler, leaves slip silently to the ground, the lush grass grows stiff and brown.  In the clear skies of East Texas, I can see the wide, fluid V of different species of birds heading to their winter homes.

Our senior cat, Felix, is nearly 20 years old.  He’s getting thinner, eating less, but always happy to sit on our laps, and just purr at the joy of being with me, my wife, my son, even my mother-in-law.

But he won’t be part of our family much longer, and that will be the closing of another small but significant chapter in our lives.

I look at that old typewriter, and it reminds

Too good not to pimp

A simple, spare masterpiece of storytelling

I know I said I wasn’t going to post anything else on the website today, but I ran across this and just had to make sure my readers knew about it. 

It’s pure, in it’s own way, not ugly, not tawdry, but so damn honest.  Check it below.

The website battle is over…

The Website Battle is over...

Artist's representation, images not to scale

But the website war will continue on another front.

For instance, one of the early fans of  The Thing From HR pointed out it’s not on my book page  and the very fun cover isn’t part of my snazzy slide show.  

Plus there’s writing news I should share (in the biz, we call such an off-handed, yet ominously significant comment “foreshadowing.”  Free would-be-pro tip for y’all, right there).  Alas, having burned a lot of time wrestling with my own personal dragon (see figure A, above), all of that website bidness is going to have to wait.  

Because I’ve got a book (The Breakroom of a Thousand Nightmares, a

Confessions of a Very Minor Author

Confessions of very minor author

Okay, I know I’m not a household name.  A few folks, though, have read my books, and from time to time drop a nice comment at my Facebook page or on my website.

But, as a vma (very minor author) who doesn’t receive any press attention worth mentioning, I have to tell ya, sometimes a review just makes a brother’s day.

See, writing the stuff isn’t the struggle.  I’ve been doing it since I was ten (and nobody needs know how long ago that was).  I wrote when it was free, I composed when I was underway (aboard a ship at sea, for you lubbers), I’ve written divorced, jobless, and heartbroken.  I’ll keep writing, I

Gotta Be Honest…

Gotta Be Honest...

Coming soon, by the way.

I just realized that a writer who was savvy about marketing would have already pumped out a couple of newsletters pimping his upcoming book.

It’s pretty clear I’m not that guy.  I have subscribed to some newsletters, usually as the result of attending some online seminar about the bidness of writing.  And more often than not, I’ve learned useful stuff at those seminars.

But, man…most of those folks, once they have a brother’s email, they will cyberstalk you, with their special offers showing up anywhere from once a week to every other day.

I get that we all have to advertise ourselves, our art and our commerce.  But I really get annoyed