What is "Authentic"?

It has been awhile, time for a reminder that, yes, I have books for sale on Amazon (link is below). I have non-fiction based in my search for a debt free/low stress life, mind bending sorta fiction, and even five books of song lyrics (or poems, if you prefer). So…there’s really something for a wide range of people. 

I have a reunion I am heading to in Portland (Oregon). Why am I going? I have to ask myself that because, like lots of people, I can wade up to my neck in nostalgia. It’s not 2017 so why am I meeting up with these people in my old writing group? Don’t get me wrong, I like the people in that group, I just try and catch myself digging around in the past.

I may be in disguise but my disguises are authentic. If I am on stage, I am living the part. For years I tried to be a WRITER or a MUSICIAN, things I thought I wanted to be, but in the end I understood that I had to be Izaak. The is an era of self-labeling, trying to find the right label to hide under: Writer. Hitperson. Queer. Straight. Musician. CEO. Lighthouse keeper. But we are too complex for labels, for fretting about our identity because identities come with baggage—it took me a long time to figure that out. I really don’t have a romantic view of this life, of the broke ass artistically oriented person—I am simply going for what feels right, it is really as simple as that. Someday I will have a home of my own. I don’t need much: 250 square feet would be more than enough. Bathtub. Space to cook. Rustic bookshelf sorta thing overflowing with books and rocks I have collected.

The job search and submitting of applications has not turned up anything. I may need to branch out to another region, maybe someplace I have never lived like Las Vegas or Tucson. The north Central Valley always feels like home with the oak trees and farmland surrounding the Sacramento River, but maybe I am supposed to find another home. I love the desert, maybe I’m drawn there because I am supposed to live there again. My van now has 165,000 miles and uses oil; it is not just my car, it is my home until I have a job and can rent someplace. I miss a real stick and brick place of my own with indoor plumbing and all that stuff I took for granted four years ago…I just have to be patient and keep myself open to whatever comes up.

I have sixteen books on Amazon, I doubt I have sold two dozen of them in four years. It’s not because they are without merit, it is that I am completely unmotivated to market them. I start reading about all these things you’re supposed to do to create a “successful brand” and I just…shut…down. Wherever I end up, the plan is find bookstores and libraries to do “speaking engagements.” That is down the road at some point.

So, that is where I am at right now. The next post will be on topic or on a topic. Promise. Now, as promised, the link to my books for sale:

https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B00EG7OKUY/allbooks?ingress=0&visitId=cb6e3a79-0a6f-4a51-82d9-10e18b859fe6&ref_=ap_rdr