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dashed with fantasy and romance, which has pretenses of being a literary work. This blog Is the 0ffiical GuidebookUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-23434368978782528202014-10-06T18:23:00.003-07:002014-10-06T23:10:43.936-07:00WHY FACEBOOK?I closed my original Facebook account years ago but opened a new one recently thinkong it might prove useful as a meanse of spreading the word about the book. I trawled for friends and friends of friends and for people I might know or should know and their relatives and acquaintences, building an imaginary fan club.<br />
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To my surprise and wonderment, <i>My Life As a Cadaver</i> has not gone viral yet. I never could figure out how to use Facebook and it's gotten worse. I just don't undersand how it works. It turns me in knots when I try to manipulate photos. All my legions of friends make it look so easy.<br />
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I learned my lesson the hard way. Twitter and Tumblr and all the rest are on the sidelines in my publiciy strategy until I know what I'm doing. My next step is to start the post card mailing campaign. What's your address?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-62704415481638964052014-09-04T23:19:00.000-07:002014-09-12T22:54:26.621-07:00THE REVISED EDITION IS AVAILABLE NOW<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aFLrnq3n270/VBPb3NVFqLI/AAAAAAAABko/tvbNz4VXHNA/s1600/2nd%2BEdition.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aFLrnq3n270/VBPb3NVFqLI/AAAAAAAABko/tvbNz4VXHNA/s1600/2nd%2BEdition.JPG" height="128" width="200" /></a>The <i>New </i>and <i>Improved</i> novel has been published in a second edition. Don't ask me what was wrong with the first edition because I'd get upset. Suffice to say I think the time and effort to fix it was worthwhile. The book is ready for prime time. Soon literary agents will competing for the privialege to represent, book reviewers will step forward to praise the ingenious novel, and mainstream publisher will be pounding on my door It'll a NYT best seller, go viral on the internet, and receive several offers from Hollywood produce to option the story. All it's going to take is blind optimism, savvy marketing techniques and dumb luck.<br />
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I urge everyone who bought the book to dump their old copies in the recycling bin and order the new edition. Now is the time for skeptics and the uninitiated to grab a copy of the newer, better book. It's available on Create Space and Amazon. The electronic Kindle version will be out in a few days. Tell your friends, families, acquaintences and therapists about it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-34876111736425497682014-06-16T21:56:00.002-07:002014-09-12T22:37:04.854-07:00THE GRAPEVINEOne of my favorite scenes in the book is the "Grapevine," which props up the schizophrenic narrative and connects to it's destination. I made sure I avoided the word phantasmagoria in the book because it's trite, but it's a good blog word and I'll use it now. Only a reader can judge. Leo steals Barlow's Green Subaru and flies down Interstate 5 to Los Angeles, weaving up and over the gapevine on his way. Crucial detais omitted here, but if you read the book you'd know what I mean.<br />
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You can read the Grapevine section of book at the RAW FICTION website. It's an <a href="http://kschoenb.com/work/raw-fiction-2/the-grapevine/">AUDIO EXCERPT</a>, meaning you're supposed to listen to this very same tune as you read, like a sound track. It's a different version, featuriing the haunting voice of Anna Marie Jopek, a Polish singer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-20491307814437622512014-06-09T18:51:00.002-07:002014-09-12T22:35:33.390-07:00WHAT YOU SEE IS WWHAT IT IS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I envisioned the website as a place to germinate fiction. But now I'm told my idea of airing short-story drafts can be construed as publishing them -- and thereby jeopardizing their chance of being picked up by real publishers. My scheme is in ruins. The platform must be "repurposed." I speak a little tech. </div>
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<i></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-34926584010062955542014-05-10T10:46:00.001-07:002014-06-09T20:12:40.835-07:00RAW FICTIONMy new website, <a href="http://kschoenb.com/">RAW FICTION</a>, is starting to take shape. You may have noticed an earlier post in which I described my severe case of <i>computer burn</i> caused by the effort to update my old website with a dysfunctional do-it-yourself web builder program. My sanity has been restored by a talented web doctor named <a href="http://www.mckendelldesign.com/">Lawrence McKendell</a>. He designed a <i>wabi</i> home page and other content pages under my logo Raw Fiction. (I'll explain what that means in due course.)<br />
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Confidentially I was appalled that so many readers didn't get the allusion to E. B White's classic children's book <i>Charlotte's Web</i>. Maybe people don't have children anymore, or they were negligent in reading their kids to sleep at night.<br />
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In the first mock review the excerpt is "<i><b>Some Boo</b>k</i>." Get it? Hah hah hah.<br />
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I regret making the assumption that this would be an clear reference to the immortal words Charlotte the Spider spun in her web:<br />
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Her spelling skills made Wilber the Pig famous and spared him from being made into bacon. My reviewer is named Charlotte Weber, which is either too cute or really stupid,<br />
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This is what memoirs are all about, I suppose. You take the risk of ruining your reputation with candor. But in my case I've butchered the integrity of a serious memoir with flagrant lies and distortions of reality, all in the name of pulp fiction. There's far too much fantasy and subterfuge in there to even call it auto-biographical.<br />
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I know who I am. But the reader has choices. I can be a clown, a cognitive cripple or a delusional Hemingway wanna-be. That's what I get for writing at home wearing my pajamas all day.<br />
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But let's not give short shrift to cadavers. One can imagine that some dead people, if they could talk, would say it's an honor to serve humanity by promoting the advancement of Medical Science as a cadaver, no matter how icky it sounds.<br />
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My late father was the strongest critic of the use of "cadaver" in the title. He found it repulsive. He was a medical doctor who saw plenty of cadavers in his five-decade career as a clinician and medical school professor .<br />
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I lied to my father. I told him My Life as a Cadaver was just the "working title" and that I'd come up with something less ghoulish as the book progressed. Sometimes you have to defy the good advice you get from a parent. And you should never reveal information about a literary endeavor to family and friends until it's published. Keep them guessing until they read it, and then you hear some pretty funny interpretations.<br />
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My 90-year-old mother said she believed the character Christina was based on the bubble-headed exotic dancer with whom I had a foolish relationship in the distant past. Sorry, Mom. My Cadaver's Christina is based on a ravishing red-headed Polish astro-physicist I met years ago on a trek up Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was a tangled affair . . .<br />
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Sympathetic friends tell me at least the book is out there for my children and grandchildren to read as an epitaph of a well-meaning author, even if it doesn't earn a dime. No, no, I correct them, the hell with posterity. The intention is to sell my soul to the devil, bartering my private thoughts and experiences for filthy lucre.<br />
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I think I got the all-important feeling of "place" right, painting a tableau of San Francisco's Inner Mission District, but fell short in placing the story in a time frame that defines the action. I got the phases of the moon precisely correct but left it to the reader to figure what year it was. Duh!<br />
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Barlow dies on The Day <br />
of the Dead in 2003.<br />
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No doubt I'll be skewered if the book ever gets reviewed. But I'm already resigned to that likelihood. I'm my own harshest critic, and maybe with help of my readers I'll get it right when I rewrite the electronic edition on Kindle.<br />
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Will that matter? The number of people who read hard-copy books is shrinking rapidly theses days, I am told. But I have to wonder whether digital literature is going to take it's place. Who's going to read a novel on their smart phone?<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-26528117082427688832014-03-15T15:33:00.000-07:002014-03-30T20:40:05.653-07:00ARRGH!I've been going bananas the past week trying to update my moribund website to reflect recent developments in my literary work. As a result I've afflicted upon myself a bad case of chronic <i><b>computer burn</b></i>. This term is not listed in the DSM - yet -- but the condition is prevalent among those of us who don't have the skills to navigate "user friendly" computer applications. (the next stage is clinical <i><b>computer rage</b></i>).<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yF6f1MuYDFA/UyTUmJ9-5EI/AAAAAAAABZE/6W46rNXIfvA/s1600/scream_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yF6f1MuYDFA/UyTUmJ9-5EI/AAAAAAAABZE/6W46rNXIfvA/s1600/scream_2.jpg" height="200" width="161" /></a>The plan was to make my website something potential readers could consult before squandering their money on a copy of <i>My Life as a Cadaver</i>. My original journalism website, karlschoenberger.com, had for some reason degraded itself to the point where images had disappeared, page elements had scatter ed across the home page, and some of the links to other pages misfired. The Start Logic web-builder did everything in it's power to stop me from repairing the damage and uploading new files and photos.<br />
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I turned to a secondary domain where I had started a new website for fiction, but the Network Solutions' web=builder was even worse. You're supposed to be able to drop files into the template you're working on but it would't let me perform this simple function. I phoned the tech-help number twice, but each time I waited a 30-40 minutes before they cut me off, saying the phone number I was using couldn't access the call center.<br />
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Luckily, I know some guys out there who calmed my nerves and pointed me to better, newer do-it-your-self web-builder sites. But I've decided to avoid tying myself in knots again. I'm working with a professional web designer who's going to hold my hand while I try a new web-hosting service. Wish me luck. In a couple weeks keep an eye out for<br />
kschoenb.com. Raw Fiction and Non-Fiction.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-5952918050265856352014-03-06T20:14:00.002-08:002014-03-30T21:08:22.759-07:00A SNEAK--PEEK Inside the BookIt took me six years to write this book. My friends and family all thought I'd gone over the deep end but I finally finished the fifth and final (for now) draft. Now that it's self-published and <i>shining </i>I can show everyone what I've been working on all this time:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier; line-height: 200%;">All
work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull
boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes
Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no
play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All
work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull
boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes
Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no
play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All
work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-11135049305649731462013-12-28T22:24:00.002-08:002014-03-06T19:24:35.178-08:00Shameless self-publicity and greedYes, that's right, the book is in print now and can be purchased online<br />
Visit Amazon's <b><a href="https://www.createspace.com/4386097">Create Space e-Store</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b>for best results. These are the people who print the book on demand and ship it directly.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987501335350353046.post-3582205754193161312013-12-28T21:04:00.002-08:002014-01-07T23:14:05.312-08:00My Life as a Cadaver Explained<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2diwIPRAWsk/Ur-2kGP6YHI/AAAAAAAABUY/xJbXJZ5Uzcs/s1600/COVER-Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2diwIPRAWsk/Ur-2kGP6YHI/AAAAAAAABUY/xJbXJZ5Uzcs/s1600/COVER-Small.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After six years of toil and trouble, five drafts, four re-writes, three periods of utter despair, two hallelujah moments, one single minded determination and zero chances of it ever getting legitimately published, <i><b>My Life as a Cadaver </b></i>has been born -- as a self-published novel.</span><br />
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