The D Generation III is written….

I can’t believe it’s June and that my last entry was March! Oops! I guess that should tell you how intensely I’ve been trying to finish the third D Generation. Before I get to that though, I should give you the news that I failed to win the ABNA contest. The reviewer thought that I was offensive not funny–he/she took his/her romance quite serious. The Nanman is a romantic COMEDY, and if you have doubts you can read it yourself for free (for a while longer) by downloading from the ‘free’ page–see side menu. Some people thought it was fantastic and humorous and left kind reviews on Amazon before the title was submerged into some hidden database of failures, and the reviews with it. Bummer. I am undeterred, though. I know the Nanman is the beginning of a series of blockbusters that will transform the stay-at-home dad stigma from dead-beat to chichi.

Speaking of dead-beats, I was recently called a privileged dead beat dad–yes, me!–by my not so endearing long xed-partner. I am still laughing about it. Laughing! Without living in my shoes you have no idea what I experience in the course of a day, and be grateful. For instance, the other morning I received a stack of roofing tin and hauled it up and screwed it down to the 32 feet of shed roof before noon–being the dead beat that I am. I thought “Wow, that looks impressive and most people would think it was pretty hard, but writing The D Generation III was a lot harder than that.” Spending the last week putting up fence, weeding the garden and doing upkeep to the buildings was a relief after the mind bending concentration it took to spin out D Gen III. That said, I wish I was back at it. See, I’m a dead beat that likes to work–go figure.

As for privileged…I’ve seen privileged, and if I am, then I wish someone would slap me awake to it, because I’m not feeling it. I feel average, or what average should be. See, if having one adult member of the family partnership working while the other is taking care of kids is privileged than this country is fucked. I do feel lucky, but not privileged. I think of my stay at Berklee College of Music one summer with just enough money to buy raisin bread to eat for the week, while listening to the guy down the hall say “Daddy just bought me my ninth keyboard,” and it tells me I have a ways to go to reach privileged status. When I pray to the God of tractor starters to “Please! Once again, start my tractor today!” because my wobbling tractor is over fifty years old and eats batteries like the wildlife around here eats stray chickens, I know my dream of farming profitably is a farce, but if I was privileged I could farm. That’s fucked, too. Just like the idea of me being privileged is fucked. And there you have it. I guess in some people’s mind, if I’m not working fourteen hour days, and I have the time to write this down, than I’m privileged. Wake up! I’m not privileged, you’re oppressed!

Anyway, who cares.

I finished writing the third D Generation. I had the goal of sowing up loose ends from books I, II, and ones newly created in III. I also wanted to talk about GMO’s, alternative power, aliens, evangelical fanatics, pagans, and few other things. I’m being urged to cut back on some of it, and told I have too many characters. All I can say is that the D Generation I is an ungrateful beast that came into this world as a surprise demanding to be heard and uncensored. That beast reeked havoc that took some serious puzzling and weaving to mend. D Gen III, which is longer than the first two put together, succeeds in my goal and if you have to meet a few more characters, I guarantee they’re worth meeting–like Cody and Kate who you will love, and Andrew and Peter who you will despise.

What surprised me from the third, was that I was planning on ending it, and I found instead the doorway to where I really wanted to go. So as much as book three finishes the story, it also creates the perfect set up to a completely different D Generation in book IV. It is hard to articulate without giving away too much. Let’s look at it like this: When I first started writing music I wrote a very complicated song that sounded like crap. Later, I wrote one of the best songs I ever produced in about five minutes. The song was better because it was clean and simple. I’m not saying that Books I-III are crap 🙂 Okay, I’m laughing now–writer paints self into corner. No, I’m just saying there is a hell of a lot going on, but book IV is clean and simple.

Okay, let me redeem my privileged dead beat writer self. I just have to say that I loved writing The D generation III, and the feedback I”m getting so far is that it MOVES with an electric vibe. Great. I’ll let you know when its ready for publication. Where’s my illustrator?

2 thoughts on “The D Generation III is written….

  1. Who called my son a privileged deadbeat? Anyone who says this does not know Eric well at all no matter if they have known him for many years! Of course, I am speaking as a parent, I can’t help that because I am his parent. But I always expected my kids to be productive, busy and still do all they can to fulfill their dreams. I have seen Eric work toward his goals since before he was in high school. When I think of the meaning of the term, ‘dead-beat’, I think lazy and uncaring to the extreme and in no way describes the life Eric leads.

    Go, go, go Eric. Pay no attention to the opinions of those who speak from anger, jealousy or just plain ignorance, because those of us who really know you, will stand by your quest in writing, farming and most of all your supportive role of loving father and homemaker.

    • You’re a good mom! I agree that it’s absurd, that’s why it makes me laugh so hard. Don’t worry, I’m sticking with the writing, and parenting, and–sigh–the farming. It’s in my blood.

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