A Certain Point of View: Writing, Film and Stuff

© 2025 Alex Diaz-Granados Waiting for My Own Words: The Emotional Lag of Print-on-Demand There’s a peculiar irony in being the author of a book and still having to wait—sometimes indefinitely—for a copy of your own work to arrive. Not a retail copy, mind you. Not something ordered by a stranger in Wisconsin who stumbled across your novel during a midnight scroll. No, I’m talking about an author’s copy. The kind Amazon prints on demand, ships at its leisure, and labels with the charmingly opaque tag: MOD Non-Retail. I ordered my updated hardcover edition of Reunion: Coda on September 20. As of this writing—October 14—it remains in the “Not Shipped” purgatory of my Amazon orders queue. Estimated arrival? Allegedly Sunday. But I’ve learned not to get emotionally attached to those dates. They’re more aspiration than promise. Now, I understand that author’s copies aren’t Amazon’s top priority. They don’t generate royalties. They don’t count toward sales metrics. They’re essentially the lit...

  October 10, 2025 – Orlando, Florida It’s Friday again. Another week winding down, and I wish I had more to show for it. Progress on the deluxe edition of The Jim Garraty Chronicles —the omnibus collecting Reunion: A Story , Reunion: Coda , and Comings and Goings – The Art of Being Seen —has slowed to a crawl. Not a single edit this week. Part of the blame falls on Kindle Create, which seems determined to mangle my subheadings. But if I’m honest, the deeper culprit is doubt. Why release the collection now, when sales of the individual books have been... let’s say, modest? Back when I was writing Reunion: Coda , especially through that frigid New Hampshire winter, I held onto hope. I imagined fans of Reunion: A Story rallying—leaving glowing reviews, spreading the word, giving my writing career a gentle nudge. Some did. A few loyal readers picked up Reunion: Coda in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle formats. But overall, sales have been underwhelming. And yes, it’s dimmed my spark...

  This morning brought a small but welcome surprise: a modest uptick in my Kindle Direct Publishing royalties. Someone picked up a paperback copy of Save Me the Aisle Seat , my first self-published book—a collection of movie reviews originally written for the now-closed site Epinions. I’ve always had mixed feelings about that book. Of the four titles I’ve published, it’s the one I’m least fond of—not just because I rushed it out in 2012 so my mom could see it while she was still with us, but also because I believe it doesn’t measure up to my fiction work: Reunion: A Story , Reunion: Coda , and Comings and Goings – The Art of Being Seen . Many of the reviews weren’t edited as carefully as they should have been, and I gave away more plot points than I intended. Still, the introduction—written specifically for the book—feels true and heartfelt. That part came from a place of love. Sometimes I consider retiring Save Me the Aisle Seat , but I probably won’t. Despite its flaws, readers s...

  ©2002 Del Rey Books The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Five Novels in One Outrageous Volume  By: Douglas Adams Publisher: Del Rey Publication Date (Reissue): April 30, 2002 Genre: Humor, Space Opera, Science Fiction   🪐 Do You Know Where Your Towel Is? If you do, congratulations—you’re already ahead of 99.9% of Earth’s population when it comes to surviving spontaneous planetary demolition. According to the gloriously illogical logic of Douglas Adams’ five-volume “trilogy,” knowing the whereabouts of your towel is the first step toward interstellar competence. It means you’re ready to hitch a ride off Earth one fateful Thursday afternoon, just before the Vogons arrive to pulverize the planet in favor of a hyperspace bypass. It helps—immensely—if your best mate turns out to be from Betelgeuse rather than an out-of-work actor from Guildford. It helps even more if his name is Ford Prefect and he moonlights as a field researcher for the most wildly unreliable ...

© 2025 Alex Diaz-Granados  Introduction to "Comings and Goings – The Art of Being Seen" An Invitation to the Threshold In the hush before the noise, in the moments when solitude threads itself through the fabric of a crowded room, there is a peculiar clarity—a quiet awareness of one’s place among the swirling energies of others. Comings and Goings – The Art of Being Seen begins at just such a threshold; it is a story that drifts between the spaces of belonging and isolation, where the act of observation becomes its own form of participation. This excerpt introduces a narrator more attuned to the subtle rhythms of connection than the cacophony of spectacle, a character for whom the art of being seen is as much about gentle presence as it is about silent withdrawal. Here, memory unfurls in time with music and laughter, coloring the present with the pastel shades of a spring evening in 1984. The scene—alive with the vivid details of denim, perfume, and restless conversati...

  Not a Romance Novel: Why Emotional Truth Matters More Than Genre Readers often ask: Is Reunion: Coda a romance? The answer is more nuanced than a shelf label. Yes, there is love—aching, tentative, redemptive. But this isn’t a story built on tropes or tidy resolutions. It’s a novel with romance, not a romance novel. The difference is emotional gravity. Jim Garraty’s journey isn’t about finding “the one.” It’s about living with memory, navigating regret, and learning how to love without losing himself. Romance in the Garratyverse is never spectacle—it’s sanctuary. It’s the quiet miracle of being seen, of being accepted, of being allowed to feel without apology. In Reunion: Coda , love is complicated by life. By traffic. By missed calls. By the weight of history. And that’s what makes it real. This is a story for readers who crave emotional fluency over formula. Who find resonance in quiet moments, in letters never sent, in friendships that hold space when romance f...

  “The Ones Who Stay” They clap the loudest when the room is full, Their laughter timed to match the crowd. They speak in echoes, not in truth— A friendship built on being seen, not known. They tag your name in borrowed light, A gesture made for watching eyes. But when the silence stretches long, Their presence fades, rehearsed and thin. Then there are the ones who stay. No spotlight, no applause required. They know your rituals—how you stir your tea, The way you pause before you speak. They don’t perform your pain, they hold it. Not to fix, but to witness. They show up in the quiet hours, When grief is not poetic, just heavy. They remember the stories you forgot, The jacket tossed backstage, the missed cue. They lift you—not for spectacle, But because you asked, or didn’t have to. So let the crowd disperse. Let the stage go dark. The ones who stay will still be there— Unscripted, unshaken, real.