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After you write your book, get an agent and get it published, then (if your agent didn't sell it to some big, bullshit publisher with a heavy-duty hype department, in which case you do whatever dumb-ass thing they tell you to do), you have to somehow get someone to read the sucker...and review it. That's close to impossible. The pages with this notification have thousands of media boys and girls listed, one of whom may hype your book. They have to justify their existence somehow, right? G.

July 3, 2023

"On or before July 14, 2023" the host of my website is bagging it for lots of exquisite reasons. So am I. You can see the last 20 years or so here:

https://web.archive.org (stick everyonewhosanyone.com in the box).

They're getting rid of my email address, too. Use this:

gerardjones@proton.me

If you want to read my written stuff, click this:

https://gerardjones.medium.com/lists

If you want to see or listen to my video/audio books, click these or this and look around:

https://vimeo.com/showcase/9864586

https://vimeo.com/showcase/9862816

https://vimeo.com/user41893142

If you want to know how to write, click this:

https://gerardjones.substack.com

Thanks. G.

Gerard Jones
gerardjones@proton.me

Chicago Tribune
560 W. Grand Ave.
Chicago, IL 60654

https://www.chicagotribune.com

I had to take another semester of high school when my family moved to California. Then, even though I wrote a paper that correctly predicted that Kennedy would win the 1960 presidential election...and by how many electoral votes from which states (including astutely allowing for voting irregularities in Cook County), the crew-cut Nazi government teacher at the high school in California almost fucking flunked my ass that time, too, and I almost didn't graduate again. I still have nightmares about it. I find myself stuck in long, complicated dreams of living the rest of my life in one great big endless government class with Mrs. Miller standing over me like Winston Churchill in drag, wagging a churlish, spiteful, self-satisfied finger in my face, telling me that I never will know the separation of powers from the separation of church and state. I wake up in cold sweats...

https://vimeo.com/showcase/8964693

Chicago Sun-Times
30 N. Racine Ave., 3rd Flr.
Chicago, IL 60607

https://chicago.suntimes.com

Atlanta Journal-Constitution
6205 Peachtree Dunwoody Rd.
Atlanta, GA 30328

https://www.ajc.com

Boston Globe
1 Exchange Place
Boston, MA 02109

https://www.bostonglobe.com

"Morning Dew" and "Little Schoolgirl" played nonstop on about five different record players, night and day. And chicks...whoa...I felt like Thulin. There were big, young, blustery blondes up from Santa Barbara with sand in their underpants from sleeping on beaches and frail, fawnlike, doe-eyed chicks out from Boston and droll chicks from Mississippi with lilts in their voices and twangy chicks from Missouri, every kind of chick you can think of. Saskatchewan, you name it.

https://vimeo.com/showcase/8956322

The Christian Science Monitor
210 Massachusetts Ave.
Boston, MA 02115

https://www.csmonitor.com

Miami Herald
11410 NW 20th St.
Miami, FL 33172

https://www.miamiherald.com

South Florida Sun Sentinel
333 SW 12th Ave.
Deerfield Beach, FL 33442

https://www.sun-sentinel.com

Minneapolis Star Tribune
650 3rd Ave. S., Ste. 1300
Minneapolis, MN 55488

https://www.startribune.com

Dallas Morning News
1954 Commerce St.
Dallas, TX, 75201

https://www.dallasnews.com

In Texas, a trucker put his hand on my dick. I was asleep. I'd been having a dream about this cute little Mexican chick at the diner where I'd spent most of the money I'd made shoveling horseshit. She was going to come with me to New Orleans, but didn't. Whether that was worth writing about or not, I didn't know. Maybe so.

https://vimeo.com/showcase/8960459

Houston Chronicle
4747 Southwest Freeway
Houston, TX 77027

https://www.houstonchronicle.com

Austin American-Statesman
305 S. Congress Ave.
Austin, TX 78704

https://www.statesman.com