Thursday, September 8, 2016

The Dripping Tap



Thank you to all that seem to faithfully indulge in the nonsense that I post on my blog and to Cary for asking about my next book. I have tongue in cheek said that my first and only book “Stuck in the Mud” is a million seller. I have a million in the cellar.
Truth is I self published 500 copies at my own expense and I still have some left. My friend and former student Emma Smith put a Paypal button on my blog and I must say that has probably generated a sale of less than 20 copies. They sell at workshops and I think people must share them because it hasn’t been a source of passive income to keep me in good wine as I enter the sunset years. That said it has gotten me work. I really think that my mouth has earned me as much money as my pots. I say things that others are thinking but they don’t have the nerve to say. Maybe they have the nerve but have more brains.  Growing up I had a vey smart mouth and two older brothers that were the toughest guys in town. I always knew they had my back.
My blog is free! It is my time and my diary that I do almost regularly. To say it earns nothing is incorrect. I am like a dripping tap. I annoy some people. I fill some people’s cups. I sometimes leak all over the floor. Whether they love me or hate me my name is out there.  Drip, drip, drip!
 If you think that people will discover you and your wonderful self and your fabulous work think again. You are potters! You don’t have an agent, you don’t have a PR dept and your clothes look like they came from Goodwill. Drip, drip, drip all over the place. Plumbing is part of being a potter.
The image of a dripping tap reminds me of a joke. An elephant walks out of the jungle and sees a naked man standing in the field. The elephant says to the man “ Now what are you going to eat with that?” Here is a picture of Bruce Dehnert from Peter’s Valley after hearing the elephant joke.


2 comments:

Bruce Dehnert said...

I dreamt of elephants, purple ones, carrying martinis around a swimming pool at a deck party. Several had been there before and were disheveled.

Bruce Dehnert said...

I dreamt of elephants, purple ones, carrying martinis around a swimming pool at a deck party. Several had been there before and were disheveled.