My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Friday, January 30, 2009: The other day there was an article in the New York Times about self-publishing. The title of the article was Bright Passages: Authors Who Pay Their Way. What is so bright about having to pay to get published? What is so good about having to fork money over to see your book in print? I see nothing good about this. In fact, I find it very sad. It is the same old story of many years ago. Nothing has changed. Yes, famous authors in the past have had to pay initially and they they became famous. But how many of them are lucky enough to have that happen?
I looked high and low for a publisher for my novel Different Flags. it was rejected everywhere. Sometimes reasons were given, sometimes not. When I finally found a small publisher in Florida, it received excellent reviwes. Some of the reviewers were: www.knowbetter.com, www.amazon. com/reader, www.compulsivereader.com, among others. I was proud of my novel and all the effort I put into it didn't mean a thing to me. But I did not pay to get it published. That was my choice. And I will not pay to publish my other 3 novels: To Find a Dead Woman, Rubio, My Dog, My Life and Roof Less, Being Homeless on Park Avenue.

Friday, January 30, 2009: My credit is ruined because of the mortgage fraud in GA. I have to pay what little I am able to buy with cash. The 754 credit score I once enjoyed is now a thing of the past. And I don't care anymore. I want to care, but I can't. Once upon a time, excellent credit was a thing I was proud of. But not getting justice or my money back has really hurt. I lost my savings because of the mortgage fraud/foreclosure mess. My peace of mind is also gone. I have had to change my life in ways I never believed possible. And the changes were not for the better.

Friday, January 23, 2009: How humiliating it feels to have someone tell you they cannot take you in! The thought of been reduced to that is bad in itself, but to hear (or read) a person actually say it is even worse. It's worse because it brings all the ugly details of my situation into sharp focus. It's the same as saying there is no hope for me, no hope at all and I might as well give up, throw in the towel.

And the unmistakable fact that I have health problems (like my lower back pains) is icing on the rotten cake.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009: Once, a long time ago, I stood before a priest and told him I was in love with him. My declaration of love seemed like a confession, but it was true and real. I have never regretted it. In fact, if I had to do it again, i wouldn't hesitate--except that a different ending would make it great. Greater.

Friday, January 9, 2009: You left me 2 years ago today. I miss you. You were an irreplacable dog, a companion and friend. May you rest in Peace.

Saturday, January 3, 2009: I am so tired of the overseas stress! I am so exhausted with dealing with people who have to be prodded and pushed to do what they're paid to do. It seems that after Chiquito's death, the fumigators did notgo to fumigate the place where he was being kept and now the fleas have multiplied themselves. I asked people to call the fumigators, but apparently nobody called them.