Feature photo by David Falconer, Photographer (NARA record: 1427627)
January 21, 2019
Last week I ran the Tom McCall Waterfront Park in Portland, Oregon – like I do every other week. I develop my stories on these runs, and this time I thought long and hard about how I’d publish my first trilogy. At one exhausting point it hit me.
While listening to Frank Sinatra’s My Way, I decided I’d publish it my way.
If you read my ‘Life After Suicide‘ piece – well, this is it. Thanks for following my story.
I became a cocky poet and now you all know it. With no pop, no style, why not show it? I’ll tell my Divine IX stories of suicide my way.
And if you know where time ought to be, you understand there is no beginnings or endings. Just a story that is told your way. But of course, with context I’ll tell it with valuable glory – for the world never to worry.
As I continue with the trilogy, I’ll always remember that waterfront call.
To tell my journey alone, who else better than the gut feelings of my bro.
Like my Father who often told me, “it’s best, going at it alone.”
Was it a coincidence Frank reminded me, he too went at it alone?
Self-publishing can be scary. But as I write the worry itself could make me weary.
Let alone how many books will be sold. But I don’t care. I made the call. Not doing it now is more scary alone…
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because its fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd