Rest in peace...no seriously, get some rest.

"I'm dying..." he said to me. Scott St.Pierre was not dying. I'm certain of this. Sick? Yes. Deathly ill? Please- not in the slightest.

"It's the eggs in the cookies I had at the airport!" he said excitedly showing no sign of sickness, "I've got salmon-nella."

"That's not what salmonella sickness looks like, just get some rest sir." His wife is correct. He's such a baby when he's sick.

Anyway, no news for the now. I lowered the price on his stories on amazon.com's kindle store. It seems the world of eBooks, at least with the lesser known author's has a different value system than the print world. Whereas Scott has sold plenty of copies of his printed short stories for $4 each, it appears that $2.99 is too expensive a price point for the unknown self-published ebook author. At least in regards to shorter fiction. I urge Mr. St.Pierre to keep in mind once his longer works are done with the editing stage that he should price them aggressively or at least complimentary with what's going on with the market.

Oh, one more thing, Mr. St.Pierre says in lieu of flowers send checks made out to his wife, Karen. Sigh, thank you.

- -Michael

ugh... still so tired.

Just got a call from Mr. St.Pierre. He's woken me up to inform me he's given me the day off and wishes for me to post that there will be no post today, but there is always a chance he'll get to one himself.

sleep,

sleep.

The Parade

We all got an early start this morning. The Gulfstream G150 was ready for takeoff 5 minutes before we even got to the airport. The city of Jacob in Idaho was opening a whaling museum today and had just found out about Mr. St.Pierre's story, "The Oldest Whale Ever" just this week and made all the arrangements for us to travel out there for the day to commemorate the occasion.

Mr. St.Pierre seemed to have enjoyed the attention, especially the cookies at the airport, saying they specifically reminded him of the cookies he paid entirely too much for once at this deli shop at Rockefeller Center. Even more impressed that the airport snack shop had rice milk, which in itself was a miracle for Mr. St.Pierre.

The ceremony was quaint and weren't we all surprised when they asked Mr. St.Pierre for a speech about the importance of whaling museums. His speech is below:

Hello, My name is Scott St.Pierre.

I'd like to this time to thank Mayor Grint for inviting me.

You know, I've been to a lot of places

and see a lot of museums and none of them

had cookies as good as they do in this city's airport.

(wait for applause)

Whales are important.

And so is Idaho.

And if someone dares tell me Jacob, ID isn't important,

I'll kick there asses.

(wait for applause)

Thank you.

Yes, these were taken from his notes and should not be taken as a record of what actually happened. Oh, he said these exact words alright, but if you replace the "wait for applause" with "observe the look of shock on attendee's faces" that may be a more accurate portrayal of his speech.

On the way home, with the help of a phone call from his agent, he realized he might need to work on his public speaking chops, mainly his writing for public speaking.

I'm at home now, half asleep, and I promised Mr. St.Pierre I'd send this post out before Sunday. So very tired.

Introductions.

Hello, as foretold by Mr. St.Pierre in yesterday's post, today and most future blog posts will be submitted by myself, Michael Shakespierre. I have been assisting Mr. St.Pierre in medial tasks from time to time over the course of about a year now, and I am pleased to "step up my game" as he puts it, in helping him out in maintaining his blog, so he can focus on his fiction work and various other adventures that seem to pop up from time to time.

Mr. St.Pierre wishes to thank you all for your warm wishes in his books acceptance into Amazon.com's Kindle book store. He also isn't mad at any of you for not having purchased them yet, and no, not owning a kindle isn't a good enough answer because your iphone, android device, ipad, even your PC and or Mac have the ability to download Amazon's free Kindle software. Even if you don't buy Mr. St.Pierre's books there are over 600,000 books in the store available to download, and LOTS of free book content as well.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/kindle/mac

http://www.amazon.com/gp/kindle/pc

http://www.amazon.com/gp/kindle/ipad

http://www.amazon.com/gp/kindle/iphone

and for you android users, you can just type "kindle" in the android market search bar.

That's all for now. nice meeting you all. We'll be seeing you.

Whole lotta Tutz

http://www.graphicmania.net/35-stunning-photo-manipulation-photoshop-tutorials/

Some of these are insane. Just figured I'd throw something out there.

Also, speaking of throwing things out there...I've thrown myself! Check it out: http://www.amazon.com/Scott-St.Pierre/e/B0040VSUG6/

That's right, I'm now officially a published Author on amazon.com's Kindle Store. It's a great feeling.

My only beef is all the "how to market your book" articles I've been reading tell me to blog. And as you know, if you've been a follower of my actual blog for any amount of time, I have trouble sticking to the flow of blogging. I'm just not that into writing about real life stuffs. I loves me some fiction writin', but self-targeted journalism isn't my thing unless it's in my actual journal and no one's getting a peeksy at that thing till I'm dead. So with that being said, from this point on, I'm turning my blogging duties over to my trusty assistant Michael Shakespierre. Look for a new post by him tomorrow. Pip Pip. Brighters days and such.

Woody Allen Quote

"In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!"

Cleaning out

I was cleaning out this large portfolio of artwork I've done over the past 20 years or so. Lots of fun stuff, but some of it was very very weak. Hopefully what some of it gets recycled into will become paper for a better artist than myself. Shouldn't be too hard. Basically if it was uninspiring, I tossed it. If I could do better today, I tossed it. If it was sentimental...I kept it.

Business Cards:

This thread over at tentonstudios.com got me thinking about my own business card situation, which is very sad indeed. My last business card said, "comic artist" which is fine, because at the time of it's arrival I was very much trying to push myself as one one. But having quit that dream and moved on I find myself wondering, really what the hell am I? Yeah, technically I'm a graphic designer for my day job, but I really want to be a professional writer. And then there's the artstore that my wife and I have started. Maybe I should have some titles with check boxes on the front of the card that says "Pick the me you want." Then they can check off art supplies, writer, designer, loving dad/husband. Whatevever they want. I'm not entirely sure how much of me is kidding about this idea. Eh, moving on.

Also:

Selling your creations is an awesome feeling. I guess just giving them away to people who actually want them would be an equally awesome feeling, but I needs the money right now, yo. So I sold a few copies of my new short story "H3110" last weekend at a comic convention me and a bunch of the Ten Ton guys were attending. It was a fun little show. Good crowd. I brought the art supplies with me and sold some of those too. I also submitted the story to Asimov's sci-fi magazine. According to their website its still in "open" but "received" status, so that's still better than "closed" and "rejected."

How's the weather?

It looks like it's going to be an awesome day today. The boy (19 months old) has gotten really good at throwing the ball back to me. If it's a big enough ball he can catch it pretty good too, if nothing else is in his hands. We bought him a bike helmet yesterday so we can ride him around in the bike seat we found being thrown away. So far he doesn't like the helmet at all, but he's just going to have to get used to it because there isn't going to be any compromise on this issue.

Okay, that's it for now folks. Word up.

Also, have your lady friends check out my wife's blog at ksaintp.com.