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Well now!
I've got treatments on so many series and volumes and notions. What follows is, more or less, an actual 'outreach' letter I wrote to a woman I'd never met. Such inquiries have, infrequently, led to interesting results, which---praise the goddess!---have very occasionally included erotic adventure. But the stories---both what I've actually learned and heard, as well as what I've manufactured on the basis of the premises---MY GOODNESS, GODDESS GRACIOUS, BLESS ME! The tales could make a lot of money, in my estimation, if packaged appropriately.
I need to be part of how such 'situations' develop, of course, since I own the material. But I'm a heluva lot of fun to work with. I even clean up pretty nice, when the time comes to 'meet the public,' whatever. Anyhow, all fantasy and contractual negotiations are welcome, as well as comments, whether supportive or dispiriting. Until the next little installment of this, that, and the other, I'll wish all readers sweet dreams and a sense of sensual possibility, as well as spiritual uplift and moral hope. We're hungry and thirsty for what McDonald's will never be able to serve, eh?
Ciao for now,
Jimbo
Dear Heart!
While you at least approximate my ‘ideal woman,’ I fear that you will find me---with the exception of my amorous facility---shy of what you are seeking. On the other hand, I am an immense, intense, practically undiscovered opportunity, for someone who is clever and open to serendipity’s kiss. You strike me as ‘all that’ and then some.
In any case, I’m including a photo, snapped by a fellow more akin to your perfect lover---a former Jesuit with three ex-wives and a spouse now twenty years his junior, a distinguised professor of religion with many kudos to his credit, and the aspect of an aging Italian adonis. Unfortunately, he’s in Italy with wife number four, who tends to keep him well in hand, so to speak. Moreover, he’s very busy trying to sell the novel I wrote for us, from a marvelous premise and stodgy draft that he penned in the mid-1980’s.
You will also find enclosed a couple of writing samples of very recent vintage---speaking of which, the photo is from a couple of years back, come August; I’m just recently 51---one a piece of utter smut, the other a twisted Dixie tale of improbable murder and impossible redemption. I’ve sold a hundred pieces of journalism and commentary and other ideation around the country over the years, consisting of print and audio and video, a polyglot of revolutionary expostulation, of late enough disguised to ‘pass’ in fairly conventional forums, until I peek my ‘red’ head out from under cover and reveal my intentions. But I’ve never received a dime for the truly vast output of fiction, script, and book-length investigative madness I have put together.
I also accompany this letter with statements of an organizational form I’ve ‘spun’ into existence, called the Southern Peoples Information Network. It’s bankrupted me, and I lack the discipline, networking skill, and technical savvy to manifest the tactics which could fulfill the arguably brilliant strategy for growth and change this SPIN on things represents. I love the chutzpah and depth of it, however, and thus my choice to offer it for your purview.
Have I lost you yet? More’s the pity, if so, but now I am one proud owner of yet another fairly detailed and hilariously nefarious and ingenius treatment for all things literary--- song and film and story. I’m as happy as a pig in slop. Are you happy? If room exists in your life for more ecstasy, engagement, excitement, and fulfillment, you may want to read on, to consider the multilayered proposition I am presenting here.
Are you familiar with the quip from Fyodr D., that few people trust ‘big characters’ who tend to play only the part of themselves? “There is no better dodge than one’s own character, because no one believes in it,” Dostoevsky writes in The Obsessed. I’d have made an estimable spy, of a certain cast, because this describes me admirably. A tendency toward chaotic disorganization has held me back, although this same proclivity to be a ‘loose-cannon,’ completely ‘off-the-chain’ of command(or otherwise constrained)fellow has led to erotic adventures of admirable extent and lusciously disastrous outcome. I’m divorced with two children, a loving father in a complex world. Goodness, Goddess gracious, bless me! I have had an interesting life.
However, I contact you not to babble and ramble, but to tender a four-tier proposal for you to consider. Each subsequent idea represents a higher-level buy-in, if you will, and to choose a lower degree of connection merely invites greater involvement after a time of experiment. I’d love to hear from you, in any event, if only to begin a corresponce and exchange of views.
The first suggestion is that we merely constitute ourselves a two-person networking team. I am a mentally brawny brainstormer with connections to any number of fascinating situations that might represent a chance for you to develop your next big thing. I need an agent, a literary manager, a cultural savant who will help to unleash the giant reservoir of story I own. I intend that we have a contract that, were you to introduce me to such a one as any of these, you would own a definite percentage of income for a definite period of time.
The second possibility is that, in this personal period of hiatus, you try your hand as the agent for a prolific and powerful and as yet unheralded storyteller, to wit Jim Hickey. We could converse and connect, of course, preparing the opening of the aforementioned floodgates. And your percentage would be a lot higher, obviously.
The third plausible avenue also flows from the hiatus in your work, noted just above. A more extensive conversation would clearly be essential, but were that of interest, you would find yourself some comfortable combination of assignment and business manager to yours-truly. The remuneration increases apace, level by level, as do the possible options for love and erotic exploration.
Finally, we could explore an intellectual, creative partnership. Our brainstorming here would be about building something new, likely focused on what chemistry blossoms between us. Perhaps we would write a tale about how an unimagineable love affair unimagineably transforms and improves the entire human prospect. At the very least, your part of this collaboration would be a half share. The very process sounds intoxicatingly lovely, but I admit to a very imagineative bent in such things.
I suppose a fifth notion, for a meeting of the minds, might be something else, which you might dream up. I’m easy, albeit without being the least bit simple I fear. Have you read Aldous Huxley’s little known gem, Point, Counterpoint(I read contemporary material too, as well as more ancient, though I acknowledge a taste for the couple of generations which unfolded between 1880 and World War II)? In it, an heiress’ duke daddy disinherits her for her lusty love for a young artist. When the artist-who-stood-in-for-Huxley in the yarn tried to withdraw his suit, his lover’s loss too large to countenance to a young English lad of the working class, she slaps him. “’Don’t be a fool. The likes of us,’ and she kissed him fiercely. ‘The likes of us live by our wits.’” Well, Amen.
I’m in and out of NYC, as need be. I love Asheville and Boone, N.C.; if you have any inclination to bathe in frigid waters and scrub away the sins of civilization in the ‘smoky’ clean air of the hills, you have merely to beckon. Please, beckon already.
I find you “witty, vulnerable, and.curious.” I love that you don’t wear make up. You remind me of Paz. “(S)he sang, singing not to remember (her) lying life of truths, but to recall (her) true life of lies.” Bon chance! I’ll surely hope to hear from you.
Write, call, or otherwise connect as you deem delightful and advantageous.
Ciao for now,
JIMBO
I've got treatments on so many series and volumes and notions. What follows is, more or less, an actual 'outreach' letter I wrote to a woman I'd never met. Such inquiries have, infrequently, led to interesting results, which---praise the goddess!---have very occasionally included erotic adventure. But the stories---both what I've actually learned and heard, as well as what I've manufactured on the basis of the premises---MY GOODNESS, GODDESS GRACIOUS, BLESS ME! The tales could make a lot of money, in my estimation, if packaged appropriately.
I need to be part of how such 'situations' develop, of course, since I own the material. But I'm a heluva lot of fun to work with. I even clean up pretty nice, when the time comes to 'meet the public,' whatever. Anyhow, all fantasy and contractual negotiations are welcome, as well as comments, whether supportive or dispiriting. Until the next little installment of this, that, and the other, I'll wish all readers sweet dreams and a sense of sensual possibility, as well as spiritual uplift and moral hope. We're hungry and thirsty for what McDonald's will never be able to serve, eh?
Ciao for now,
Jimbo
Dear Heart!
While you at least approximate my ‘ideal woman,’ I fear that you will find me---with the exception of my amorous facility---shy of what you are seeking. On the other hand, I am an immense, intense, practically undiscovered opportunity, for someone who is clever and open to serendipity’s kiss. You strike me as ‘all that’ and then some.
In any case, I’m including a photo, snapped by a fellow more akin to your perfect lover---a former Jesuit with three ex-wives and a spouse now twenty years his junior, a distinguised professor of religion with many kudos to his credit, and the aspect of an aging Italian adonis. Unfortunately, he’s in Italy with wife number four, who tends to keep him well in hand, so to speak. Moreover, he’s very busy trying to sell the novel I wrote for us, from a marvelous premise and stodgy draft that he penned in the mid-1980’s.
You will also find enclosed a couple of writing samples of very recent vintage---speaking of which, the photo is from a couple of years back, come August; I’m just recently 51---one a piece of utter smut, the other a twisted Dixie tale of improbable murder and impossible redemption. I’ve sold a hundred pieces of journalism and commentary and other ideation around the country over the years, consisting of print and audio and video, a polyglot of revolutionary expostulation, of late enough disguised to ‘pass’ in fairly conventional forums, until I peek my ‘red’ head out from under cover and reveal my intentions. But I’ve never received a dime for the truly vast output of fiction, script, and book-length investigative madness I have put together.
I also accompany this letter with statements of an organizational form I’ve ‘spun’ into existence, called the Southern Peoples Information Network. It’s bankrupted me, and I lack the discipline, networking skill, and technical savvy to manifest the tactics which could fulfill the arguably brilliant strategy for growth and change this SPIN on things represents. I love the chutzpah and depth of it, however, and thus my choice to offer it for your purview.
Have I lost you yet? More’s the pity, if so, but now I am one proud owner of yet another fairly detailed and hilariously nefarious and ingenius treatment for all things literary--- song and film and story. I’m as happy as a pig in slop. Are you happy? If room exists in your life for more ecstasy, engagement, excitement, and fulfillment, you may want to read on, to consider the multilayered proposition I am presenting here.
Are you familiar with the quip from Fyodr D., that few people trust ‘big characters’ who tend to play only the part of themselves? “There is no better dodge than one’s own character, because no one believes in it,” Dostoevsky writes in The Obsessed. I’d have made an estimable spy, of a certain cast, because this describes me admirably. A tendency toward chaotic disorganization has held me back, although this same proclivity to be a ‘loose-cannon,’ completely ‘off-the-chain’ of command(or otherwise constrained)fellow has led to erotic adventures of admirable extent and lusciously disastrous outcome. I’m divorced with two children, a loving father in a complex world. Goodness, Goddess gracious, bless me! I have had an interesting life.
However, I contact you not to babble and ramble, but to tender a four-tier proposal for you to consider. Each subsequent idea represents a higher-level buy-in, if you will, and to choose a lower degree of connection merely invites greater involvement after a time of experiment. I’d love to hear from you, in any event, if only to begin a corresponce and exchange of views.
The first suggestion is that we merely constitute ourselves a two-person networking team. I am a mentally brawny brainstormer with connections to any number of fascinating situations that might represent a chance for you to develop your next big thing. I need an agent, a literary manager, a cultural savant who will help to unleash the giant reservoir of story I own. I intend that we have a contract that, were you to introduce me to such a one as any of these, you would own a definite percentage of income for a definite period of time.
The second possibility is that, in this personal period of hiatus, you try your hand as the agent for a prolific and powerful and as yet unheralded storyteller, to wit Jim Hickey. We could converse and connect, of course, preparing the opening of the aforementioned floodgates. And your percentage would be a lot higher, obviously.
The third plausible avenue also flows from the hiatus in your work, noted just above. A more extensive conversation would clearly be essential, but were that of interest, you would find yourself some comfortable combination of assignment and business manager to yours-truly. The remuneration increases apace, level by level, as do the possible options for love and erotic exploration.
Finally, we could explore an intellectual, creative partnership. Our brainstorming here would be about building something new, likely focused on what chemistry blossoms between us. Perhaps we would write a tale about how an unimagineable love affair unimagineably transforms and improves the entire human prospect. At the very least, your part of this collaboration would be a half share. The very process sounds intoxicatingly lovely, but I admit to a very imagineative bent in such things.
I suppose a fifth notion, for a meeting of the minds, might be something else, which you might dream up. I’m easy, albeit without being the least bit simple I fear. Have you read Aldous Huxley’s little known gem, Point, Counterpoint(I read contemporary material too, as well as more ancient, though I acknowledge a taste for the couple of generations which unfolded between 1880 and World War II)? In it, an heiress’ duke daddy disinherits her for her lusty love for a young artist. When the artist-who-stood-in-for-Huxley in the yarn tried to withdraw his suit, his lover’s loss too large to countenance to a young English lad of the working class, she slaps him. “’Don’t be a fool. The likes of us,’ and she kissed him fiercely. ‘The likes of us live by our wits.’” Well, Amen.
I’m in and out of NYC, as need be. I love Asheville and Boone, N.C.; if you have any inclination to bathe in frigid waters and scrub away the sins of civilization in the ‘smoky’ clean air of the hills, you have merely to beckon. Please, beckon already.
I find you “witty, vulnerable, and.curious.” I love that you don’t wear make up. You remind me of Paz. “(S)he sang, singing not to remember (her) lying life of truths, but to recall (her) true life of lies.” Bon chance! I’ll surely hope to hear from you.
Write, call, or otherwise connect as you deem delightful and advantageous.
Ciao for now,
JIMBO