Drift Away the Book

Question for you.

Many of you know that I've been a writer for a long time.  Mainly articles for boating magazines, this blog, and the blog Bleecker Mountain Life.  That one became peppered with stories of Sasquatch.  At the urging of a few readers, I wrote a book called "Living Among Sasquatch: A Primer" which is selling amazingly well.  It has 84 reviews on Amazon with a 4.5 out of 5 star rating.  That encouraged me to write a tongue-firmly-planted-in-check novel.  It is based on the first book, but told from the Sasquatch's perspective as he struggles to make sense of us, humorously getting most of it wrong.  That one is new to the market, but has five 5 star ratings.  It is titled "Living Among Little People: A Guide For Sasquatch".

Now that I'm retired, I have more time for writing.  I'm already more than halfway through my third book, another novel and a sequel to the second.  Writing is a hoot for me.

I have ideas for future projects.  I'm considering using this blog as a reference for a book about Drift Away, and our adventures, misadventures, projects, and travels.  It would be told with the same quirky (or idiotic, depending on your point of view) sense of humor as my books and this blog.  I'd describe finding the boat, fixing it up, traveling, almost sinking at Liberty Landing Marina, losing both engines off of Sandy Hook, and include the many places and people we met along the way.  Navi-Nuts (patent pending) and Victory Beers would figure prominently.

But my question is this.  Since everything is already on this blog, would it be merely redundant to write a book about it?  I'm sure that it would sell to people who never found this blog and are dreaming about cruising, but I'm not sure how many folks haven't found this blog. It's still getting many hits everyday.

So any ideas and advice, positive or negative, would be welcome.  Thanks in advance.

My First Sasquatch Sighting

I saw my first Sasquatch tonight.

Pamela and I lived with them all around our cabin for three years in upstate New York. Pamela saw her buddy, but I never saw one. Never. My rationale was that you don't see one unless it allows you too, or simply doesn't care that you do.

Well, I was returning from a book signing at Winter Haven, Florida with author Scott Marlowe. Pamela was tending bar at the Pig Pen in Hog Valley, so I was driving down Hog Valley Road, which passes through the Ocala National Forest. I was tired and pretty much on auto pilot. It was dark. I was driving through a desolate part of the road. On my left was what looked like taillights, bright red. But this area is as flat as a pancake, and these lights were high off the ground. I slowed down to see what it was as I passed. The red lights weren't red lights at all. It was eye shine, anywhere from eight to ten feet off the ground. As I slowly passed it, the eyes followed me. My high beams caught it. It was a Sasquatch. He was simply standing there watching me drive by. He didn't bolt. He didn't run. He didn't duck. He just stood there. My jaw dropped and my brain disconnected. I drove to the Pig Pen, my brain still disconnected. I sat in the car thinking. I'm not afraid of Sasquatch. Why didn't I stop, back up, and turn a bit to shine my headlights directly on it? I don't know why. It was like being in shock or something.

I looked for it on my drive home. Nothing.

So I lived with them all around in New York for three years. They ran around the cabin, knocked on the walls and windows, and hollered outside. I never saw one. But driving in Hog Valley, one just stood there. Nice as you please. Amazing.

You're Incapable of Writing Like That

I have insomnia tonight so I decided to pass the time reading old Drift Away blog posts.   I was reading them in chronological order to relive our cruise.   I came across this one.  25,000 Hits.  Really?   This was December `16, 2011.  Glance over at the hit count now.   Very cool.

The first comment was from an old friend from childhood, Bob.  He wrote "congrats on approaching 25,000 pageviews and keep the creativity juices flowing.  It's enjoyable reading.  Notwithstanding the fact that it provides a "fix" for your right brain.  There's got to be a book in it for you somewhere."  Those were prophetic words, Bob.  So far, two books actually, and I'm deep into writing my third.

Living Among Sasquatch: A Primer

And my novel that is now on Amazon...

Living Among Little People: A Guide For Sasquatch

Yep, I thought it would be a book about cruising on Drift Away.   Never in my life about a cryptid named Sasquatch and Bigfoot, yet there it is.

I always loved to read and write.  But in 10th grade, that changed.  We were assigned a composition in English.  I worked very hard on it.  In the old days, we'd write an outline, and then a draft, and then the final version.   I turned it in.  It came back to me as an F.  I shot my hand up, and the teacher called on me.

"Why did this composition get an F?" I asked.

"Because it is too good.  You aren't capable of writing like that.  You copied it."

I was devastated.  I took my 11th grade English regents exam.  I was walking down the hall and passed by the teacher's room.  Mr. Schwartz saw me and motioned for me to come in, which I did.

"That has to be the best regents composition I've ever read," he said.

I thanked him and left bewildered.  Ah.  He probably passed me to get me out of his class, I thought.  I can't write.

Fast forward to the early 2000s.  I was frequenting Cruising World magazine's online message board that I frequented.   I had just returned from chartering in the Caribbean where boat boys (guys who motor through mooring fields to sell everything from plaintains to tee-shirts) were said to be a nuisance.  Well, I disagreed.   I think that boat boys provide a cool service to cruisers, and will even take special orders.  I decided to write a post about it.

A couple of days later, Herb McCormick (the magazine's editor at the time) emailed me and asked if he could publish it in his magazine.  I didn't know what to say.  So I said OK.  Schooled On A Charter was published, almost word for word.  How cool is that?  Maybe my 11th grade teacher was right.  Maybe my 11th grade teacher was right, and my 10th grade English teacher was an idiot.

I went on to write articles for Cruising World, Good Old Boat, Latittudes & Attitudes, All-At-Sea Southeast, and finally Cryptid Culture.  Then this blog, and then Bleecker Mountain Life.  Finally, the two books you see above.

The vast majority of books about Sasquatch have a handful of reviews.  The ones on the market may have 10 or 20 or so.  My first book went on the market in February of 2016.  It has 82 reviews on Amazon.  But what I'm most proud of is that it has 82 reviews on Amazon and a 4.5 out of 5 start.  Most of the negative ones complain that the book is too short (179 pages) which is a fair criticism.

The novel Living Among Little People: A Guide for Sasquatch is 308 pages.  At 79,000 words, a full length novel.  I just hit Amazon and only has 3 reviews, but they are all 5 star.

I didn't write this long essay to brag.  I think you regular blog followers know me better than that.  I wrote it to tell you not to listen to anyone about how well you write, photograph, paint, or anything else for that matter.  If you love to do something, do it.  If you think it's good, does it really matter what anyone else thinks?

Also, challenge yourself.  My magazine articles and my first book were relatively easy to write.  All non-fiction.  I merely wrote about my experiences.  I was a reporter.  I found fiction was very difficult for me.  At first.  I had writer's block at 13,000 words, and setting the novel aside and picking it up later didn't help.   I wrote an outline.  That didn't help (the goat ate it anyway).   I just sat down at my laptop and wrote.  In 4 weeks, I finished it at 79,000 words of a targeting 80,000.   I'm at 30,000 words of my next novel, a sequel.

Yes, I started a Drift Away book based on this blog, but I set it aside to find Bigfoot.  That may be my 4th book.

I hope all of you old followers of this blog are well.  Well OK, you passersby too.

Becoming an Author of Sasquatch

I know I don't post hardly anything anymore on this blog.  After all, Pamela and I aren't cruising on Drift Away anymore.  The boat was sold to the Roziers and is now named "Happy Ours", and they too have dumped a load of money into it.  I only hope they enjoy it as much as we did.

I started a new blog called "Bleecker Mountain Life" about us building an off grid homestead in the mountains of upstate New York.  Little did I know that this blog would be peppered with stories of Sasquatch.  That blog led to a book titled "Living Among Sasquatch: A Primer".  I just followed that with a novel "Living Among Little People: A Guide For Sasquatch".

https://www.amazon.com/Living-Among-Sasquatch-Dave-Gibson/dp/132977406X

https://www.amazon.com/Living-Among-Little-People-Sasquatch/dp/1539631699/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1478530595&sr=8-1&keywords=living+among+little+people

Living Among Sasquatch is listed as a best seller on Amazon's newsletter.  It is rated 4.5 out of 5 stars, something I am very proud of.   I hope the novel does half as well.  But in any event, I owe my becoming an author to you all, who supported and encouraged me, despite countless victory beers.  You showed me that, disregarding my English teacher in 10th grade, that I could write and provide entertainment to others.  For that, I will be eternally grateful.   And to Pamela, for not always laughing at me, and to to our Sasquatch who didn't kill me.

Time for a victory beer.  Right after I get back from the Appleton Art Museum, where I am entering this photograph in a juried art show.   Thank you also for liking my photography.  

This hardly sucks at all.

Boating on Lake Kerr

Yesterday was another boating day here in Florida, this time on Julie's and Jess' party barge on Lake Kerr.  We were joined by their daughter Seana, and friends Tammy and Adam.

Seana and dog.

Pamela, having a tough time relaxing.

The water was beautiful!

This is how you handle Florida heat.

1957 Crestliner.  All Aluminum.

Airboats don't need anchors.  They simply fly up on land.

And what better way to end the day than a tow home.

Boating on Lake George, Florida

Lake George is accessible by the ICW.  Simply go to the St. John's River, head towards Jacksonville, and keep on going 'til morning.

The boat launch in Astor.

Where we had great cheeseburgers for dinner!

Nope.  I don't know how they turn around in there.

A fine repurposing of an old sportscar.

Yes, it is that flat and featureless.

But perfect for airboats!

Ospreys.

Death wish...

Cormorant.

Oops.

Vicktory Dog

Today, I shall drink a vicktory beer in honor of Tug, one of the pitbulls rescued from that bastard Michael Vick.

Tug, the Vicktory Dog.   Click the link for the story.

Rescued dogs truly understand that they've been saved.  If you need or want a dog, consider a rescue.  In particular, a pitbull.  Like Chevy, they're the best.

The best dogs.  Ever.  Rescues.

Haunted By Buzzards

Those of you who have been reading this blog for years know that I have a history with buzzards.  They follow me, starting at the C&D Canal.   They must think death is imminent.  No one lives forever, but I certainly hope they're wrong.  Well, they're back.

Pamela, mother-in-law Judi, and I went to Salt Springs for a picnic on Memorial Day. They were swimming and I laid down in a lounge chair to take a nap. I was alerted by nearby people saying "Buzzard! You have a buzzard!" I opened my eyes and saw this guy about six feet away, eyeballing me. I guess I didn't move much.

Cruising the St. John's River

Well, not really cruising.  You don't cruise at 30 knots.

The last time we were on the St. John's, we traveled from Jacksonville to Green Cove Springs to have Drift Away hauled out.  It was the end of our voyage, and a most certainly bitter-sweet moment.  We did it.  I fulfilled a life long dream of cruising, and took along my soul mate to boot.  It was bitter because it was over.  Sweet because it happened, and we have memories to last our lifetime.

And here we were several years later, bouncing down the same river that we cruised at 8 knots doing 30+ knots in a 20 foot bowrider.  My my my, the strange twists life takes.

It was a wonderful day with good friends.  But now Pamela wants a boat again.  ~sigh~.

Back at the helm!

Believe it or not, this is a coal electric plant, not nuclear.

Check out the size of this boat house!

A live-aboard.  Boat blight.  

Notice the chick on the right.

Buzzards, no doubt looking for me.