Ends, Means, and In Betweens

You may’ve heard it asked aplenty. “Do the ends justify the means?”

Now I’ll ask you the same question that my character, Kataria, is facing: which means will justify your end?

This is actually the sort of a dilemma that I’ve directed my characters into, especially with Book 7. We already know that if the means don’t justify the end, then perhaps the end goal is not worth it, but what about if you have an ultimate end goal in mind? What means will you undertake if you already decided on your end result?

This theme echoes a lot of things in my life, and a major streak of mine is to go for whatever it is I am wanting at the time, with little regard to what the effect on others will be. It’s something that I have largely exercised myself out of, if only in respect to considering others, but when it comes to maintaining focus on something I really want to do, or to have, then there’s little that can be done to dissuade me from that path. I’m one of the most goal-oriented individuals you will ever come across. Like with most of my travels: I will pay towards whatever trips I will take with a single, singular determination. The bottom line that I put before myself is, “I will go on this trip, by hook or crook.” Everything else is jut a matter of how, and I’ve gotten myself into more than one tight spot in trying to achieve it. It taught me a lesson in money management, for sure, and it also taught me to pace myself. But above all, it taught me that the means I undertake do justify the end – in only this case, though.

But that’s just traveling and budgeting. There are certain other end goals for which I am nowhere near as scrupulous. Protecting myself and my own? I have very little limit. Protecting people I love? Trust me, you don’t want to cross friends of mine unless you actually want my wrath. Protecting my business and my integrity? I get vicious. There’s certain things – and certain people – whom I will protect by means that most other people will shy away from.

One of my characters, Kataria, who started as a member of the supporting cast in Book 3 and slowly evolved to the main stage in Books 5 and 6 – both of which are to be released later on – has to face this exact dilemma. She has to protect something important to her. She has to protect it in a war. But if she wants to succeed in making herself safe, she has to do something that will risk losing everything that she’s striving to protect.

So does she go through with it?

Would you go through with it? Would you do something that you’d never ordinarily agree with otherwise in order to protect what’s important to you?

Food for thought, folks.

K.G.

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Childfree

Note that I use the word childfree. Not to be confused with childless, because childless implies that something is missing by not having a child.

Placing behind a cut for waxing personal.

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When You Make Lemonade, Keep Making It

You know, sometimes, you just have to do something awesome, and my friend Bruce is doing that.

Going back to 2011, my music people may well remember what happened with Oasis Jazz Awards. Or as my friend Bruce tends to call it, NOasis. The show collapsed about 3 days prior to the event. And I have written something in regards to that; warning for strong language.

Depending on whether or not you had paid attention to those events, then you may have known that not all was lost. People stepped up to the plate and, within 48 hours, pulled together an impromptu music festival, which has succeeded and had since become known as the Lemonade Weekend, forever cementing itself as a testament to what determined fans are capable of.

Let me touch back on a few points of the 2011 post, if only just to clear some air and hip you in on the state of affairs in music today. Terrestrial radio has not been the same since the grand cross-country radio shutdown precipitated by CD 101.9 in February of 2008. Terrestrial radio is also looking to go the way of antenna television. The radio du jour, especially for jazz, is either satellite or online.  XM Watercolors is enjoying immense popularity, and K-High in Colorado, which is online exclusively, has listeners worldwide.

I’m not sure how many of y’all are aware, but Seabreeze’s attendance was a straight-up record-breaker this year. And Seabreeze is one of the premier contemporary jazz festivals in the country, and one of the three major fests on the East Coast. Berks is the only one that comes close, and Berks lasts for 14 days. Two straight weeks. Think about it. Does that sound like a dead genre to you?

Also, note that I say contemporary jazz. Smooth jazz is a moniker coined by the radio format. It is not reflective of the music. Let’s not confuse the two, and let’s drop the latter term, if possible, from our collective vocabulary.

At the time that NOasis had tanked, it had given the incredibly erroneous message that the genre is not to be taken seriously. Unfortunately, when the Grammys had sliced off contemporary jazz, Latin jazz, and introduced an instrumental pop category – …say what??? – this only seemed to add grist to the misinformation mill.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me drop some truth your way: the genre is very much alive. It does not need CPR, it delivers CPR. And remember Lemonade? Remember that it was a 48-hour organization effort? Well, that same event had served as a career-launcher for some of today’s new, young, jazz musicians. And they, alongside with their older and more seasoned counterparts, whom we have enjoyed before and enjoy today and in the future, deserve their acclaim.

It gives me great pleasure to announce that I have taken part in the planning and execution of Lemonade 2.0 and the Citrus Music Awards. I am the assisting planner and comptroller to Bruce Nazarian, and KG Creative Enterprises is delighted to assist in the marketing and material design for the event, slated to take place in Historic Hollywood in late March of 2014.

This is the thing, guys. This genre has been thriving under everyone’s noses, and next to no one is aware of it apart from when one of our musicians breaks the mold. Boney James had been lauded twice by non-jazz terrestrial Top 40 stations when his Contact album had hit #1. Now that The Beat is #1, the New York Times had taken notice. But there is so much more to jazz than James, and so many more musicians who would love to get the same notice, exposure, and acclaim.

And Bruce Nazarian is aiming to give them precisely all of the above, in a four-day whirl of music, Hollywood swank, and collaboration.

More information is available at http://www.lemonadeweekend2.com

And, guys, I can’t possibly overstate the importance of fan support on this. We will roll out sponsorship tiers on the main site soon. This event is for you. Not just for the artists, but for you. The fans. You are family too. Jazz is one of the biggest families you can imagine, and to pull this off – which we will! – we will need all of our family to make this happen.

Above all, hit the social media machine and spread the word. Your outcry and efforts had made the original event come together; your efforts can make this a smashing success too. There are 40 weeks to go to the event – make. them. count

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Game-Changers

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

Well, this one has two answers, and thusly, I’ll tell you about two events, in chronological order, of course.

The first experience that changed my life was finishing Book 1 in The Index Series. The first draft of it, anyway. The first draft was honestly ridiculous, and I’m glad that I disposed the entire first half of that first draft. But writing it was…well, it was an experience, to be sure.

Let’s go back to 2006 for a minute. I was a college senior. It was December; I got my first win at NaNoWriMo. I was taking 18 credits, and it was my senior year. I was also living in the dorms.

The dorms for Pace University were split across several buildings on both sides of the Brooklyn Bridge, and, as far as dorms go, Hotel St. George in Brooklyn Heights was pretty much your typical dorm. I had a sort-of view of the Brooklyn Bridge, even though the window was ridiculously small; the room was passably comfortable, and the great thing was that, since I worked nights and slept through most of the morning, that I had the building almost to myself.

The night I finished the book was Dec. 16th, 2006. I was working on a midnight-4am shift at the front desk of another dorm building. I was writing one of the final scenes at work, and I had gotten so absorbed in it that the security guard who sat next to me had to tap me on the shoulder to tell me I was free to go. As was the norm for me at the time, I hailed a cab to go to the Brooklyn Heights dorms; I could’ve taken the train for two stops, but the 2/3 line was – and still is – notoriously unreliable in the dead of night. Was it safe? Actually yes. The platform was always deserted. But reliable? Not really. If you miss a train, you’re stuck waiting for nearly a half-hour. Cabs worked better, and it was about $10 to go over the bridge.

I did not shut down my laptop that night before packing it into my bag. I was so absorbed in writing while I was at work that I knew I had to finish what I started the minute I got to my room. The fire has been lit and there was nothing I could do about it except for do exactly as it was asking me: write the rest of the story. 

By the time I got to the dorms, it was about 4:30am. Immediately, I popped open my laptop and got to writing again.

By the time I put the words to be continued at the end of the final scene, it was about 6:00.

It was cold. Even though the dorm building kept the heat up, there was always a draft around the windows. But the sun has already started to color the clouds in shades of purple and orange, and I couldn’t sleep. I was tired like all get-out, but I couldn’t sleep. So I got my warmest clothing, got my heavy coat, and walked down to sit on the Promenade to watch the sun rise.

If you’ve never been to the Promenade in NYC, you’re missing out one of the best views in town. It’s the postcard-perfect view of the downtown skyline; stellar at night and, as I found out firsthand, entrancing at sunrise. So I sat there, watching the sun make its way up to another December morning, and all I could think of was, I just finished my first book.

I knew I couldn’t publish it, not in its rough stage, but it was finished. It was done. Since I was three, I kept saying that I’d write a book. And I’ve done it. And somehow, I did not feel elated with the accomplishment. It felt great to finally get it done, but there was a cloud hanging over the entire thing. But even through that, I knew that life as I knew it was not going to be the same after that.

Of course, in 2006 and working at finishing my degree, I had no idea just how my life was going to change. Which brings me to the second event.

The second event was a little later on. January 31st, 2009.

By this time, I’ve already been at my now-former job for a hair over two years. And on my birthday in 2009, I thought I would do something a little out of the ordinary. So I killed some solid money on booking my first cruise. Not Capital Jazz, but instead, the All Star Cruise, better known as the Smooth Music Cruise, currently a defunct series.

But…this was my first trip away. My first trip out of the country, really, and completely on my own. On a boatful of musicians heading to the Caribbean.

Reflecting on it now, I smile because I was just getting into everything. Graphics. Writing. The camera was a pipe dream, if anything. I was 24 and still had no idea what I was doing with my life. I knew one thing, though: I loved contemporary jazz, and traveling on a ship full of music seemed like a pretty good trip to take.

Right now, in retrospect, you can say that the last part of the prior sentence was the understatement of the month.

Do you know what it feels like when you realize that you’re doing something right? Or when you’re exactly in the right place at the right time? When you walk into a job interview and you know that it’s yours within three minutes of setting foot in the office? When you are viewing an apartment to rent and immediately see the layout of your furniture? When I set foot on the Celebrity Century ship, that was how I felt. I accepted a glass of complimentary champagne, spotted the one musician friend whom I did know (at the time!) in the crowd, and found myself introduced to a mess of people, and within the first five minutes of it, I knew immediately that I was home. This was where I needed to be; on that ship, with the people there, at that moment, and that there was nothing more right than being there.

The effect of that trip in my life is pretty much obvious, and I say that, had I not taken that trip, I’m not sure what my life would’ve been like otherwise.

I still remember it in detail. I know there’s a dedicated martini bar on the Century, all in white ultra-modern decor, with soft blue lighting done in such a way that it makes the room look like ice. I still remember that there’s a Scotch tasting room that looks like straight out of a Victorian library. The covers in my room were with a blue runner. I had a complimentary bottle of cabernet waiting for me. My cabin number was 1507; right in the nose of the ship, under the theater, where I could hear the entire jam session. And the back lounge had seats on dais in several tiers. I remember also that the dining room, all two levels of it, was housed in the back of the ship, under the lounge, and though I came alone, I seldom ate alone.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

K.G.

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Do It Again

This is something that many of you may have wondered about, but this time, I’ll actually do it.

I’m going to revamp Books 1 and 2. Outside and in.

Bear in mind this: I am not rewriting the story. This is not a negotiable factor. The storyline, especially of Arc 1, has been set up in such a way that to rewrite it is 1. impossible, 2. impractical, and 3. just outright not worth it. However, I will not deny that the layout needs work, and considering that the second two books are nowhere near in congruence with the first two, both in terms of quality and outward appearance, I think that I need to focus on it in further depth.

In other words, it’s rebranding. I have a certain style that I have developed by this time, both in terms of writing and the appearance of my books, and I think that it would do justice to make them consistent.

If you’re on The Index Series’ Facebook page, then you would’ve seen my new cover for Book 1. Tiffany Chaney is headlining Book 2 art, and Books 3 and 4, starring Marion Meadows as cover artist, will remain as they are, but for minor additional revisions in the interior.

I will apprise you on the progress of each as things unfold, but that is the battle plan as of right now. Book 5 is in the Editing Stages, and considering that I’m rewriting the entire arc simultaneously for consistency – all three books of it – it may be a while before that is released. Plus, I am brushing up on my royal fiction, if only for tips on how to frame the politics of the storyline. Take it as a spoiler or not, that’s up to you. :)

K.G.

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An Open Letter to Michael Bloomberg

Brought on by this gem.

Dear Mr. Bloomberg,

You just insist on pissing people off lately, don’t you. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I wonder if you get off on the fallout, especially when you come out with zingers like this one.

“You’ll get used to it”? Seriously?!

Mr. Bloomberg, who do you think you are? Truly. Who do you think you are? Because last time I checked, the Middle Ages have expired and you aren’t the king, New York City in 2013 is not Soviet Russia of the 1960s, and this being the United States with a penumbral right to privacy supported by both the US Constitution and courtroom precedent in the United States Supreme Court – look up the definition of penumbral if you aren’t comfortable with big words – I want to know what, exactly, you think you are doing and who, exactly, you think you are by condoning drone espionage on New Yorkers. Probable cause hasn’t even entered your thinking process, has it?

First of all, don’t even think about giving the bullshit line of, “If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to worry about”. That is not the damned point. The NYPD is just as notorious as the LAPD in terms of abuse of power, if not more so, and you granting the NYPD the sort of technology that provides an excellent opportunity to invade anyone’s privacy without them knowing it really, really does not sit well with me. Considering that the NYPD protects abusers and rapists within their own ranks with the infamous blue wall of silence, the absolute last thing they ought to have is more access to potential victims.

Don’t pooh-pooh the NYPD’s ongoing history of abuse of power, Bloomberg. The stop-and-frisk approach has been racially slanted from the get-go, and there are too many complaints of police brutality to just disregard as overzealous rookies drunk on the power of having a badge and a gun. And didn’t we just convict a cop who’s a wannabe cannibal? Yeah. We have a police force of thugs, closet racists, abusers, and wannabe serial killers looking for a chance to get it right. What’s the best thing to do? Why, give them espionage gear!

And you wonder why people don’t take you seriously.

I would also like to know exactly why this is a priority as opposed to the very real and very growing housing crisis in New York. No, I’m not talking about the less-than-1% vacancy. I’m talking about the price. I understand that you don’t really think about anyone who doesn’t make below $70K per year as someone who actually exists, but you tell me this, Mr. B: what exactly justifies renting out a 250sqft closet – I won’t call it a studio – on the Upper West Side for $1,600? What justifies a two-bedroom in Inwood being upwards of $1,400? I really want to know. Because the majority of the city’s population cannot afford those rents, hadn’t been able to afford those rents for some years now, and are slowly getting priced out of the city.

Mr. Bloomberg, contrary to your belief, this city doesn’t consist of young wealthy future tycoons who are making bank in $70K and up, have no other obligations, and can afford to pay these inflated rents and go out to Broadway shows, etc. This city consists of a lot of people who are making $40K a year and under, whose single paycheck goes to rent alone, who do not work at a desk job in a cubicle farm. They’re usually the ones who are delivering your catered lunches. They’re the ones pouring the morning coffee for all the nine-to-fivers. They’re the ones who are doing the data entry and bookkeeping without health insurance at a starter salary just because they need the income, regardless of how much experience they have. They’re older people who aren’t able to retire because the recession sucked up their 401Ks. They’re people who weren’t born here, who are trying to make it here, who are not familiar with employment laws, and who take a below-minimum-wage job because it pays bills. They’re the ones whom you and Wall Street and too many other people sneeringly tell to just “take some responsibility for yourself and do better”. They don’t have a lack of responsibility, Mr. Bloomberg, of that rest assured, but they do have a very real challenge trying to pay an inflated rent rate when their paycheck stretches only so far to cover rent and bills aren’t willing to wait on payment. That’s not a lack of responsibility. That’s a juggling act worthy of Cirque du Soleil to manage all the responsibilities that they have.

Instead of addressing the issue of NY’s housing, you instead decide to attempt banning soda because – according to your reasoning – New Yorkers aren’t “being responsible” with their health.

Very nice, Mr. Bloomberg. I salute your absolute lack of priorities. I also salute you, in your quest for public health, requiring GMO foods to be labeled– oh, wait, you’ve not done that. Oh, wait, you’ve also done absolutely nothing about corn subsidies or HFCS subsidies. Yeah, so what was this about the soda ban being for purposes of public health?

You’re also not addressing the very real homelessness problem in New York. My guess is that the sequester has also impacted funding on the homeless programs, which you have more than the means to contribute to out of your own pocket, being the scion of the Bloomberg brand. But silly me, how can I possibly think that you would want to invest in the infrastructure of your project? After all, you’re treating the city, which needs to be run as an administration, as a business project, and you completely disregard, like so many businessmen who get comfortable in their money often do, the crucial infrastructure of your project. The project is only as viable as the employees, and even if the cheapest, rustiest screw gives way and pops out of the joist, the entire building collapses. You disregard that little fact. The money you’re pouring into the useless battle against soda of all things could be used to alleviate the homelessness problem, because guess what: those same homeless people, once cleaned up, housed, and medicated, can then go to work. There’s little shortage of employment in the city, if you actually consider that employment does not equal a nine-to-five at a desk.

But you don’t consider that. Instead, you think that it’s fine to authorize a gross invasion of privacy and think that we can “get used to it”.

Mr. Bloomberg, it took you the Dec. 2010 blizzard to actually realize that it’s important to prep the city for inclement weather, and in learning that lesson, you had the balls to tell people who were snowed in and could not leave their houses to “go see a Broadway show and stop complaining”. That was so very easy for you to say, Mr. Bloomberg. Your building’s street was plowed immediately after the last snowflake settled. Your sidewalk was salted. Those of us who live in South Brooklyn couldn’t walk outside for days. Now why, exactly, was South Brooklyn buried while Park Slope was dug out right away? Is it because SoBro residents are not rich? Or because they are, largely, not WASPs? Let’s fess up here. What’s so repellent about us in the outer boroughs that you couldn’t even bother to clean our streets in a timely fashion, and yet at the same time, you’d happily authorize drone espionage?

Don’t tell me to “go see a Broadway show”, because for one, I am no fan of Broadway, and two, I see more than enough shows in a year, Mr. Bloomberg. I am a concert photographer. I see shows aplenty. I also see when there is a real problem in my city, and that problem is a mayor who thinks that he can be a CEO running a project in an admin environment. I grew up in New York. I lived here for twenty years. I’ll likely die in this city, even though everything practical in me is screaming to get out and hightail it to Phoenix. But while I’m a New Yorker, the one thing I will not tolerate is some smarmy suit telling me that I’ll “get used to” a blatant violation of my privacy because a police force that is long overdue for a psychological reassessment and a recurrence of the Wickersham Commission happens to have drone tech. I will not tolerate the same smarmy suit slicing up the education budget and instead pouring money into a Sisyphean battle to ban sodas above a certain size. Do not patronize me and my ilk, Mr. Bloomberg. We may not be rich, but there are far more of us than there are of you and yours. Just because you don’t see New York as worthwhile if it’s further up than 92nd Street in Manhattan and below Cadman Plaza in Brooklyn doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It exists, and its population greatly outnumbers the New York in your scope.

Mr. Bloomberg, we are not your employees, and this city is not a business. Contrary to your attitude, you do not have full and complete control of the population of this city, and we will not stand for, nor will we “get used to”, a damned thing we don’t want to see, and you will do very well to remember it.

Your illegal third term did not go unnoticed. Nor did your continued mismanagement of the MTA. I, for one, would like to know what percentage of the MTA’s profit goes into your pockets, because so far, the fares are increasing, the service is steadily declining, and projects that have been started years ago are no closer to being completed. There has already been one transit strike, and if you hadn’t noticed, this city is as reliant on its public transit as a person relies on air to breathe. This is the one system that you cannot afford to run into the ground – no pun intended – and yet you’re doing so anyway.

Mr. Bloomberg, your administrative skills are deplorable. Point blank, you don’t have a damned clue what you’re doing with this city. There will always be a class stratification in every big city, there will always be the haves and the have-nots, but in a city where the have-nots greatly outnumber the haves, and have some of the widest income gaps, I would imagine that you’d want to avoid making them angry. Like as not, they can vote, and no one on either side of the income gap is okay with their privacy being invaded without due cause.

If you knew what you were doing, then a 1BR in South Brooklyn would never have been allowed to reach over $900 in price per month.

You’re no mayor of mine, Mr. Bloomberg. I did not vote for you. I definitely did not agree with your third term. And no Broadway show that you can suggest erases the fact that right now, teachers and social workers burn out and have PTSD by route of their jobs, the subway service has been steadily declining, and people are being priced out of even the boonies – and that it’s all happening on your watch. Your tacit tolerance tells me that you’re A-OK with it.

Unless you want a return of the 1890s Gilded Age-era tenements – which, come to think of it, might be your end goal after all – buck up, put on your big-boy pants, and do your damned job. If you’re not okay with the way things are for the lower denominator of your constituents, start actually doing something about it.

Otherwise, get the hell out and give the job to someone who will.

No love whatsoever,

K.G.

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Freshly interviewed!!!

The lovely Ellie Burmeister, who is the author of How to Get a Literary Agent in Two Murders of Less, has arranged a fantastic Q&A with me about The Index Series. I present the interview here: http://bit.ly/Zzf2Lj

Mind you, I strongly recommend Ellie’s book to anyone who has known an author, is an author, or has always wondered what it’s like to try and become an author. You don’t have to be immersed in writing to enjoy it, but the books ia brilliant and hilarious look into what it’s like behind the scenes of the book-writing world. Find it here: http://amzn.to/ZzgOMn

K.G.

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