
The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, December 25, 2002:
For the first time in nearly three years I am turning to the pages of a journal. This book [a journal with a very elaborate vampire theme including an embossed, rubber vampire claw reaching out of a coffin on the cover] was a gift from my Aunt Kristen, and I admit that it suits me very well. I am a starving artist (writer) who has completed a three-book epic series surrounding Vampires (hence, my aunt, in all of her creativity when it comes to gift-giving gave me this journal with a Kindred theme). The trilogy is titled “The Focus of Bloodlines.” Individually, the books are (1) “The Bloodlines of Rollinsford,” (2) “The Book of Bloodlines,” and (3) “The Focus of Bloodlines.” A constant theme in this journal will be my struggle for publication of my work… of this I need not be precognitive to know.
I have submitted “The Bloodlines of Rollinsford” to 13 different literary agencies [a tactic I know now worsens ones chances of being accepted in certain situations], four of which have responded with rejection letters. I admit that my hope for success virtually dominates my everyday life, and my confidence is really too high.
I’ll keep this entry brief, my last note will be a warning that the pages ahead will reveal the darkest side of me, as well as some of the brighter side (though that seldom pops up anymore since the whole catastrophe with Signet and my worthless ex-agent [I have removed her name from this post to avoid any issues that might surface by mentioning her identity] who took my dreams and ran them through a juicer). To anyone who may be reading this (and you better stop now) [it’s funny how things change], just know that there will be more sorrow than joy in the pages ahead… that is unless I recieve that long-awaited phone call from an accepting agent.
–Earl
The lengths that I went through to get that picture took the form of several hours on Amazon.com, Barnes&Noble.com, and other book-related website… after about 45 minutes of searching, something clicked it my head, and I knew where I would find it. Where can one buy a half-eaten peanut-butter and jelly sandwich (once supposedly the lunch of Carson Daly) for over $50,000.00? Where can you find, and buy, almost literally ANYTHING you can imagine?
Ebay
I love that site.