Waiting Game...Waiting Torture...Waiting Death...Waiting Resurrection...Waiting Glory...Waiting

I met Blair Tindall here in Marina del Rey, CA and she got my book to the head of the Literary Agency that published her book and made her book into a TV Show, Mozart in the Jungle.  My book that is being considered is, That's all HE wrote.  I'll find out in a couple weeks where they are at with the read.  All I can do for now is wait...which you know I'm excellent at.  If there is anything I have, it is lots of patience, maturity, and understanding (that's written sarcasm).  I have no patience for anything, I have no maturity if things don't go my way and will fall off the tracks faster than you can say, "Did he just impale his groin again?" or "Did he just burn down his place with him inside of it again?" or this list can go on forever, and I have no understanding for anything that isn't my understanding. But...nothing I can do but wait...
I try not to think about it but I do...so many thoughts going through my head.  Validity is a big one.  If I get a book deal for all of my books I've written and will continue to write it is the single biggest achievement of my life and my dream come true.  If my book gets picked up, then my next book will be where I left off with, That's all HE wrote.  Nothing for me to do but start writing it as if I'm going to land this book deal.  So if I do, I'll have another book for you to enjoy.  And if I don't, I'll have another book for you to enjoy while I end myself impaled in the groin somewhere (just a joke, only time I considered suicide was November 2010, when the arrest warrant was being issued for me for not mowing my lawn during the Great Recession and my unemployment stopped and I couldn't get a job anywhere).
I haven't seen my son in so long, his birthday is coming up on St. Patrick's Day.  He will be 9 years old.  The ex didn't even send me one picture of him when Donovan turned 8 years old.  I'm not expecting anything this year either.  This will all be in my next book. 
Everything from where we left off from, That's all HE wrote.
True Love leaving me for other dudes while I was crying for her back.
Fight for my life alone against Stage 4 cancer.
Losing every thing again during the Great Recession as the economy stayed funky.
Kayaking across Ambrose Shipping Channel and nearly dying.
Meeting LA Love and sending me on my way to Los Angeles.
And countless other things...IRS coming after me for money before the Great Recession, MMA Fights, Going crazy as girls leave me, LAPD, burning down my house while I'm inside, DYFS, living on a sailboat, and sooooooo many other things to write about up to getting my book deal...if I get it...which I might...or I might not...isn't waiting fun?
 
God I love waiting just as much as I love God and God loves me.
God wanted to see me a little too early and now he is left waiting for me.
When I stand before God and he gets a chance to see me what will he think of me?
With books under my arm and a pen in my hand, will God thank me and all of man?
For creating God in fiction and writing him down.
Authors that can turn fiction into reality should all be saints to you and me.
Authors of fiction are truly divine they created the heavens and hells through their minds.
I will ask God from where I stand to kneel down and respect the man with a pen in his hand.
If God does not do so I will politely say, "On your knees God or I will write you away."
God will look up at me and hand me the keys to the kingdom from around his neck. 
Even God knows when to show an author respect...