I am a sympathetic puker.
Staring at the screen, I am wondering why I wrote that, but it will make sense.
If someone around me vomits, I will too. But, it comes from a combination of the senses.
If I smell it, I’m okay.
If I see it, I’m generally fine.
If I catch a scent of it, I can push through.
However, if I catch any of those two at the same time, my eternal empathy rises and makes it our mission to make sure that person who has thrown up their spleen doesn’t feel singled out.
It’s the same with fiction.
You throw up your spleen.
Hopefully, others don’t throw up on your work after they see, smell, and experience it for themselves.
Now, shifting gears.
Yesterday, while I was riding my sportster (I have a 1200c Harley Sportster ’72), I ran out of gas. Luckily, I stalled out next to a family that was pan-handling on the side of the road. They were listening to hip-hop, sitting under umbrellas, and the father of the family of four offered to watch my bike while I hoofed it to a gas station.
Without second-guessing, I said yes.
I asked them if I could pick anything up for them and he answered just some water.
One of my buddies who I work with, and was quite nearby, saved me from the walking part of this story. (If anyone knows me, I hate walking. I do it, and I enjoy it, but I’m a drama queen of sorts.) Once I had gas and two cold water jugs in hand, I was dropped off at the exit where my bike was chilling.
The father ran over, shook my hand, and hurried back to his kids, holding the bottles for his wife and kids exclaiming, “They’re cold, too!”
Him and his family were so happy, and genuine, that it saved me from losing my mind about my motorcycle’s fuel sensor going out and leaving me stranded.
People can either be the worst on the planet, or the best thing we could ever hope for.
Remember this, because I have some good news.
If you actually are pretty bored and have kept chugging along with my blog, through pitfalls and quandaries, then you’ll hear it here hours before our advertisements go live.
Book 2, The Time of Tears: The Fall of the Nine is available to purchase while you wasted time reading my blog! 🙂 No preorder nonsense. No bullshit. Just head over to Amazon, and snatch that bad boy up in whatever format you prefer.
Remember, people are amazing and terrible, our hope and our regression. Please, don’t kill me upon reading the end.
Tiarra and Haley have both threatened to fire me and hire a new writer to finish my series.
But I remain.
So go get the book!
Jonathan Dominguez 