“Back To Back”


Dear Diary: I know that so many people must be going through this very situation. My significant other is right there in the bed next to me, except we’re sleeping back-to-back. I’m sure she’s frustrated since I’m in her way, in the very space where another caring, affectionate man could be. And I’m sure as hell just as frustrated, because I know that I could have it all, too. I know there’s a down-to-earth woman out there who has the affection I need, but her place in bed next to me is occupied. Basically, we’re both in a place we don’t want to be in and we’re making each other sick to our stomachs, enough so that we have to sleep back-to-back.

As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. And I know that I’m as much at fault as she is, with as much potential and ability as she has, to turn over in the bed and say “baby, this is silly. Why don’t we just both make the effort to fix this before it gets out of hand. Why don’t we just look for those feelings we once had and try to at least fake our way through this until it becomes normal again to love and hold one another.” But my thoughts are getting in the way just as much as hers. Just as she is, I’m thinking about all the foul things that have been said. Just as she is, I’m thinking about a better life, the new love, the fresh start and the appreciation that I could indeed receive from that next mass of walking, talking human energy; an energy that is unconditional, a woman who can appreciate the total man that I am and that I aim to be. I know I deserve this and that I can have this. I don’t have to put up with her fair-weather faith in my dreams, hopes and wherewithal to succeed. I don’t have to put up with her blatant disregard for the information age and how necessary it all is to us. Jesus, the woman doesn’t even have an e-mail address. I set up a Myspace page for her, and that is even outside of her ability to understand or to indulge.

But there are other issues here. We’re married, with responsibilities. Our children. We made two of them. And they’ve grown into intelligent, self-motivated, achievers with their very own dreams and ambitions. The children are not mistakes; they look like the two of us; they both have our various attributes; our son has his mother’s quick wit. Our daughter is just as quick-witted, except that she is a lot more patient and cunning and calculating than her brother. That is not to say that she is all-the-way patient, just that she is more patient than he. I can’t quite say why our son is such a klutz sometimes; I guess it just is what it is. The whole point here is that we made these two children intentionally, in a one-bedroom apartment, over ten years ago, when love and passion was waaaaaaay more abundant than money. And now, more than ten years later, women are throwing pussy at me just as much as men are throwing money and promise at her. All of that temptation only makes it harder to focus on togetherness and unity. Couple that with the challenging time we have paying bills, and you have a fucking fiasco in the making. At one point, I would’ve given everything I had to maintain this relationship. But now, with the promises of 7-figure earnings strolling down my path, and with more possibility and more encouragement than ever to just wing it as a single man once again, it makes things so much more convenient to just walk the fuck out of this storm. I can almost smell a bed of roses right around the corner.

And yet, while all of that feels so appealing, and while all of these mixed emotions are driving me insane, I can say I still love this bitch to death. She puts it down like no other woman I know. Kinky sex. Cooking. Housekeeping. All the stuff an above-average chick on the side is gonna envy until it oozes out of her perky tits. Plus, I know in my heart that I’ve contributed so much to the woman that she is, and the family that we are. Okay sure, the left side of my brain can come up with all sorts of excuses why this shit is going down hill. But, that’s a common man’s thinking. That’s for the weak dude who can’t find an ounce of discipline in his body. Now, it’s up to me to find that old flame. It’s up to me to be the driver and to urge towards solution and glue this thing together. No, she hasn’t thrown a knife at me, and she hasn’t created a mess with irreversible acts such as breaking precious memorabilia, or worse. It’s only this back to back thing that has pulled us apart. Can I be the stronger one and reverse this silly shit? Can I be the man, (with all my ego and cock-strong affirmations in life), to the point that I can control something that seems to have gotten out of control?

She said some slick, intelligent Dr. Phil-shit last night: “It all starts right here. The karma you have here in the home will follow you wherever you go and in whatever you do.” And I’m thinking, well if you’re that intelligent, why the hell don’t you work towards fixing this! Weren’t you the one that said “we don’t have a relationship” just hours earlier? I’m saying karma? And I’m thinking about just a week ago, how I woke this woman up out of a deep sleep only to press my face between her legs to the point of orgasm. This woman was reaching for things that were never within reach, so satisfied with how I “serviced” her. Okay, so sex isn’t necessarily affection, but I’ll be damned if it ain’t close.

There are just a few more days of relaxation since the kids are out of school. It’s the holidays. Things are in play-it-by-ear mode. And the payday is that much closer to getting us the house we want and the lifestyle we aspire for. So, no haste here, buddy. Hold on tight before this woman drives you mad. The world is counting on you to succeed, and twice as many people are watching and waiting for your demise. Hold tight young warrior, and remember the really tough times you’ve survived. Does this small feud match the death-defying battles you’ve won in your life? Does this misunderstanding even come close to the great sacrifices you’ve made and the struggle you’ve endured? Naw. Cross over that hurdle for a hug. Get past that karma-comment for a kiss. And match that negative energy with your raw emotions. Because, after all, you are not like other men. You are Relentless.

The right brain is taking over again.

Book Marketing Advice From "The Father" of Urban Fiction

Question: If someone gave you $2000.00 that you could only use to market your book,
what avenues of marketing would you use?

Relentless Answers: WOW. Why ain’t nobody think to invite ME into this forum!!!!! Wassup y’all. This yours truly, and I SO appreciate how much people have taken time to answer questions to help this man spend his $2,000. May I add a few cents here? First of all, any marketing that you do must bring back the equal value (or more) of your time and effort, since we all have these Godforsaken priorities to look after. See, (and some of you know this already) if your bills add up to $4000 a month, your focus should be to sell over 400 books per month. That is, if your 1st job is to be an author. Now, if your bills are not that heavy, and maybe writing and marketing is your side joint, then your money is probably best spent on Bookmarks. Now, this is how I built my dynasty, but it’s is merely my opinion, family. Since everything ain’t for everybody. But, when it comes to the most cost effective ways to market, so long as you have access to mass transit, and that you live where millions of people are your potential buyers, then bookmarks is the answer. You can get 20,000 or so for close to $700 at Barone Press in New York. Tell Vinny I sentcha! Meanwhile, geography is a very important matter when it relates to marketing, because if you live in Oklahoma, and your market is not where you live, then you’d need to measure what it would cost to get to your market, as well as the cost vs. the exposure factor. Here’s one for you family: Most every major press I’ve done was not paid for but for my own sweat equity. If you’re trying to be an author with a book that’s one thing; however, if you’re trying to be an author with best selling books, that’s another thing altogether. New York Times (Front Page/Arts&Leisure) reporter passed me on the street. Daily News (half page/pg 10) reporter passed me on the street. KISS FM radio host passed me on the street. And all of these have led to other interviews, all of them having perpetuated a “snowball effect” that to this day keep s growing. I don’t want to give too much of a speech here, family. I do want to say that you can’t leap before you crawl. Every step of my journey, or your journey is going to begin with those tiny steps. Those tiny steps help you grow and understand what you’re doing. Me or Zane or Terry are only going to be able to share with you the things we know. And some of us know more than you think. But nobody but nobody can tell you what is going on in your own town. You may have a union president that likes you and is willing to invite you in to speak with everyone. I’ve befriended traffic cops over the years which helps me in two ways; it got me into their offices where they strap-up with their ticket scanners and radios. It also gives me that added protection when I’m parked illegally. And still, a traffic cop wouldn’t know my truck unless my truck was wrapped. And then again, it wouldn’t make sense to wrap my truck if people hadn’t already seen the TV interviews, the newspapers, etc. And, of course, I told you where that began, didn’t I? Soooo… it all starts (for me) in the streets. The back pack. The exclusive attention and discussions with people, the very people who matter. The majority of people who matter are on the ground floor, not in the mansions and skyscrapers which radio & TV & Internet advertising would be paying for! Don’t pay for ads unless you’ve got an audience which says you have an incredible book!
Peace Family


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I am Relentless Aaron, Author, Publisher & Visionary. Many say I'm talented. Some say I'm famous. Some say I'm a genius. A few have called me arrogant. Others still call me crazy, a freak, and even "the man." I'm with all that. I love it that people are acknowledging my existance, since, otherwise (minus my talent and experience), I might not be recognized at all. Not long ago that was me. Unknown. Trying to become somebody. Today, I am blessed that so many hundreds of thousands of people have read my books. Not only have they read them, but most of them feel the same way about the work. Which to me, substantiates all my hard work. In the meantime, some of my pastimes are writing, publishing meeting people and good sex, not necessarily in that order 🙂
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