Writing Day 3

Writing Day Three

A productive day at the Heritage Village in the heart of Al Qattara Oasis, Al Ain, UAE. 

This morning I moved seven pages closer to the finish line that is the novel The Lucky Old Sun!

Working towards a spring release for this and By Degrees, The Gentlest Asinine Expression, a collection of essays, short stories and interviews. Between the two, I should have something for everyone!

Hope your writing is going well...

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Do You Recognize The Artist?

It's finally here! 

How To Lose Your Voice Without Screaming 
(the rough jacket cover)

Here's just one of the rough jacket covers for How To Lose Your Voice Without  Screaming by an excellent North American artist. 

Do you recognize the artist?

This was the first one I looked at. I've asked for three of different styles. I was so impressed with the first submission that I gave the artist complete creative license for the last one. 

We are are also discussing including small iconic images that would be placed below the title of each chapter. 

The rewrite is going superbly! I'm very very excited with the way the novel is evolving and the insight I'm receiving from the readers. Seven people working on several continents have been reading and helping me with this draft. I am indebted to them. 

I am, indeed, very grateful. 

To read the opening of 
How To Lose Your Voice Without Screaming 
hit the link below:

I Want My Own Dimension!

Do you want to be a reader for the beta draft of How To Lose Your Voice Without  Screaming? Feel free to contact me at: 

I am brilliant!

Be Wealthy Now! - The Von Noshrilgram System

People often ask:

"Alistair A. Vogan, how can you afford all the bling?" 

The truth is, honestly, I don't even notice anymore. 

"Well, is it from all the advances from the publishers and the result of fierce bidding wars between the studios for the movie rights to How To Lose Your Voice Without Screaming?" they ask. 

Nope. That's just the tip of the ice-burg.

When I explain and they finally understand that I've actually been independently wealthy for some time, well, yes, they are surprised! They're surprised not because I am so super-duper affluent but because of the ingenious way in which I made it happen... 

And it's time you found out for yourself.

Be Wealthy Now!

The Ivan Von Noshrilgram System (2011)

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Be Wealthy Now! - The Ivan Von Noshrilgram System

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How To Lose Your Voice 
Without Screaming 

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I want to levitate

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Video Blog Introduction

Since I can't actually afford to hire a public relations team to promote How To Lose Your Voice Without Screaming I'm playing with the idea of creating a video blog component here on Blogger. Watch the video and let me know your thoughts. Please be kind.

...What kind of reader reads How To Lose Your Voice Without Screaming?

Are you a member of this select group, I like to call, the 'In Crowd'?

If you haven't had a chance read the Prologue to How To Lose Your Voice Without Screaming, it's still free. Later though it'll probably cost a fortune. Like $200 a copy since I'm thinking of releasing it only as a coffee table book, which is super rare in an e-book!

Just click the link, to enter a new dimension:

Prologue - The Push

Eulogy for Ivan Von Noshrilgram, Sr.

Eulogy for Ivan Von Noshrilgram, Sr. is from Alistair Vogan's short story collection Beyond Good and Eviler.


(Recited at an undisclosed Navajo Indian reserve, Four Corners, New Mexico, 1999.)


He was what they used to call a 'hep-cat'.
He walked a 'road traveled', sure, but it wasn’t a highway.
And there was a spring and life in his gate
but the white picket. White picket? ...It was yards away.


His words were tempered, not tossed:
A box was a thing people got stuck in,
- not a void others filled up with crap then gave away on special occasions, he’d say.
...He said a lot of things.
Then, he’d clear his throat, hike up his pants...
Yes sir... he’d be ready to Bowl!


He Bowled ‘cause it was ‘the right thing to do.’
- you needn’t question everything.
Just as the ball, cold and solid, would disappear before him,
In time, it would return fresh, ...anew
"Not unlike the cycle of death and rebirth,"
the dance of Siva.
He said these things
and people took notice.


His bowling shirt and shoes were his uniform.
Well, not his whole uniform.
There were pants,
black acrylic socks;
and, for a time, a mustache.
But in this ritual,
with the team shirt and pants, the shoes, socks
and a large order of nachos with processed cheese and jalapeno peppers
‘It’ all came together
while his consort worked the room at the El Macombo Chinese Restaurant
across the highway.


Yes, indeed, there was perfection.
It was that simple.


...Why complicate it?



...Mishima Yukio
From the original forward of 'The Decay of the Angel'.

Recited by Akihiro Miwa at the funeral service for Ivan Von Noshrilgram, distinguished philosopher botanist, wild game hunter, exotic animal trainer, extinguished firewalker, linguist, writer and humanist lecturer.　And bowler.

Edited by Stephen Carter