I can’t see the status from here, but I think I have about 120, or thereabouts, of people following my blog. I’m not sure how much you who are following know specifically about what I’ve said in the past or why. But, it makes me happy that what I write is adequate to get that many people to follow my humble blog.
Here’s the thing: being autistic, expressing myself to my friends, family or even my wife is more than difficult; borderline impossible. Those who are following are most likely readers, otherwise short and concise blogs might not really interest you as much. But my emotions are critical right now. In fact, they are pretty much terminal.
My credit is… you fill in the blank with how dark this post should come across. My bank account is…. My job is great, but…. I’m trying to get a promotion, but….
My horizon is broad but my feet are weak. Actually, consider me, in a way, totally immobile; paraplegic. If there was a loaded gun next to me I would be at greater risk of my life ending than falling into a pit of rusty nails covered in nuclear waste while acid rain falls upon the wasteland of Chernobyl.
My dear, beloved readers, I’m desperate. I mean this literally. I will be posting links below and they will send you to my Amazon.com/kindle page. I have some books for sale. I would be ever grateful for you to purchase some amazing reads for your enjoyment. Yes, I am advertising. This is, in a sense, a commercial. The difference between this “commercial” and your T.V. ones is that, I am so tired, broken and bloodied from my hard work, that is in fact NOT writing books or music, I now go hither into your hearts to, in the name of God, help me, please.
I’m not a greedy person. I’m not a mean nor conceded person. All I ever wanted was to write beautiful words. Over and over and over, story after story and poem after poem. Casting my eyes to God, my God, I ask him, “why?” Perfect grammar, perfect sentence structure and a meteorically proficient knowledge of grammatical terminology; thorough comprehension of every form of English morphology, phonology AND syntax. My publisher of my first book, my first editor, said he was impressed by how much of my book I remember as I told him the story over the phone; during the first parts of the publication process. In his words, this literal editor of a major publication company said to me: “most of our authors cannot even remember their own setting.”
My last statement here is to tell you all of something I would definitely like to do for you all. It would seem that children’s books are quite popular. Whether from a toddler level to elementary, we can all agree that, if there is one thing a little boy or little girl loves to do, it is to be read to. I had a friend a while ago who had a daughter. Visiting her home quite frequently, her daughter took to me. She was about 4 years old. One day, whilst there with my best friend (just a little hanging out time with friends) I was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall and the little girl, my friend’s daughter, cam bouncing (yes, bouncing in excitement) up to me and presented my with the holy grail (at least to her). I read her the book she wanted me to read to her. As a child’s book for toddlers, I finished to book in about 5 minutes. The little girl proceeded, with greater enthusiasm than a nerd in a bookstore, to replace the finished epic tome with another “War and Peace” style of reading for her hungry and happy eyes and ears: Winnie the Pooh. Again, after five minutes, she came with another good read. And then another after another, another and another. After roughly one hour of reading, I became hungry for food. My friend’s daughter became anxious and wanted to read with me even more.
This is the end of the post. I’m going to write some children’s books for the Amazon Kindle app (which is free, btw) and the link to my Amazon sales will be below. Please, comment any ideas you may have or topics for writing that any of your children (do any of you have children?) might very much enjoy. And this is my sales pitch: I can write anything. I do not mean this hyperbolically: I can literally write anything including, but not limited to, meta-Shakespearean epic poetry of middle to even Old English; novels of ANY genre, from westerns to even homosexual romance (if the market so desires): fantasy, young adult, or YA, and everything else in between. For your pleasure, my readers, allow me to begin with some children stories. I begin here because I work full-time and one part time job (two jobs) and I cannot write any more than about 1,000 words in one sitting due to strenuous obligations. I’ve also begun school again. I’m studding ASL (American Sign Language). It’s an online course but very much certified.
Readers, my faith, my religion, if you will, instructs me to love my neighbor as myself; to love those who even hate me; to love because Jesus, my savior for whom I believe, told me in his word, the Bible, loved everyone first. -1 John 4:19 I believe. Therefore, I love you all. You can come to me and say that you believe in Buddha, or at least follow him, that you are a Mormon, that you are a Scientologist, that you are gay or a lesbian or bi-sexual or that you are addicted to every drug or that you cannot see or that you cannot hear or that you’re pretty much an average “Joe” or that you hate reading and you hate that I want to write children books just to make more money to support your family instead of getting a better job… I makes no difference to me. As I said earlier, I have about 120 or so followers on my humble blog on WordPress that isn’t even an official domain yet! I have extreme difficulty in keeping up with Facebook, keeping up with Twitter, keeping up with my Youtube channel… Keeping up with the Kardashians!!!!
(That was a joke, that last one….)
Readers, I am autistic. It is really, really hard for me, period. Everything I do, say and even write (I’m trying to keep my writing NOT esoterically expatiated) is done with the greatest effort. I never intended my life, my history and even my little “buy-my-product” advertisement to be some sort of ploy at pity to get the public to give me money out of sympathy. And that is not even what this is at all!! Friends, I can write! I’ll give you books and books and books and books and books of just one series of YA fiction. I’ll give you bios, I’ll give you poetry. I’ll give you abstract fiction that makes Inception look like a comic in the newspaper… wait…. If you help me, you will be able to walk through the bookstore, er hem… sorry: browse through your Kindle app (lol…) and find titles that are not so much the same cliche stories you see again and again. All writers of pop-fiction and all of those hidden treasure of lesser known writers are ALL my brethren and sisters in the literary world. But, simply put, I want to be apart of that world for the sake of taking YOU to other worlds.
I nice house, food in the fridge, gas in the cars, some nice clothes in the closet, shoes on our feet, date night once or twice a week, health coverage for my wife and me, school and perhaps college for my children (God willing). The glitz and glam of the fancy Rolls Royce and “Tony Stark” riches is actually NOT appealing. My wealth, my richness, the very thing that allows me to walk through halls of gold and silver glass, to fly to the outer fringes of the universe and start making my OWN stars… all of that lies in me, and I want to give it to you.
I thank you all and love you all. I took the day off of work today. I needed a little break. Here’s a link to my Amazon.com/kindle page. My pen-name is D.B. Keosababian. I’ll start writing my first children’s book today. It will be short and simple. But let me know, if you read it to your children (if you have any) what they think. Comment ideas for children’s books that you may have for which you’d like me to create for you. Or, do any of you have an idea for a grand novel of epic fiction or what not? I pray God for you all. And no matter your race, gender, ethnicity, religion, sexual preference or ANYTHING, “my brethren, love them they way I love them.” -Jesus.
I love you all and wish you all my prayers and as much hope for my own future as yours.
-The Giver of Words.