PS

I finished Blood and Gold, the ending was better than I expected. Currently reading John Irving's A widow for One Year and Finishing Ramses, the Damned. I never did make it through Dionysus. Mainly cause it's a goddamn text book and stupid hard to read or comprehend.

Too many ideas right now. Tempted to email a publisher and say "don't be a bitch, Kerouac sucks." That might not be the best way to start a relationship. ha..ha..ha.

Sarah is asleep next to me, and snoring. I should be sleeping but I'M NOT

eh whatever.

“So what the hell are we doing?” I asked.
“Going to Florida?” He responded not taking his eyes off the TV.
Rephrasing the question I asked again, “Why are we going to Florida, How are we getting to Florida?”
Still not even blinking or removing his gaze, from the lights and colors swirling around in front of him and continuing to hit button combination's that I am sure only he knew he responded matter-of-factly “Jackie’s going and we are invited along.”
“Is Whitney going?” I asked hopefully.
“No, she couldn’t get the time off and you wouldn’t work for her.”
“ohhh….Never getting in her pants now.”
“Yep, you fucked up.”

With that we left for Florida.

It's really awesome when my work Microsoft Word is older than the one on my computer and my work one gets all pissed at it and won't open my docs.

Drinkin'

Drinking and listening to About Tess. I officially finished a short story today, which is good. When I'm at work I am like write, write, write. I get home then....nothing. So whatever. At least that got finished.

Working on another one, that was one of the more interesting nights in Nashville. I'm having an issue with the dialogue though, don't want it to seem forced.

That's about it.

Well.

Sarah's playing guitar in front of the G5 and talking about how vain her friends are. I don't know them so...I don't know what to say. I am constantly being reminded about how she is such a better guitar player than I am. The Cancer years are moving at a steady clip, that is nice. It's nice just being able to think about small parts instead of the larger whole. We have more people now to do those things so it takes a lot of pressure off of me.

I got really sick so I haven't been writing anything. Sinus infection(first one ever) turned into two ear infections so much so that the doctor I went to see couldn't see into my ear canals. Lots of pills later and I am ok. I really really hate ear drops though.

I have been reading in the off time I haven't been writing. I started and finished The Vampire Lestat and Memnoch the Devil. I can't make it through Blood and Gold. I keep trying but its just not happening. She cannot make me care about Marius at all. So instead I am making my way through "Dionysus, Myth and Occult" which I have to put down like ever two pages because it's a heavy read.

I always wonder if people add in labels as they type on here. I do. New subject add in a label. Makes it easier to remember? I dunno. Sarah, Selena, Sam and I are all moving into this house next month. So we will be free to do whatever it is that we do. I suspect it won't be very much.

Also, I have started obsessively watching True Blood.

Hopefully the game plan right now is to finish the Horror short story, which is turning into a longer story that i am tying into certain other things in my head. We shall see how it turns out. I need to stop planning things cause they never go how I think they will.

ok! Time to go cuddle with Sarah.

PS. The Japanese band Mono is absolutely amazing.

Well Sarah REALLY liked the short story, that's encouraging.

So did the Kalona, even though I only sent her pieces. Sending to a few others before I finalize it all.


The Ps3 died. That's discouraging.
We are havign band practice tonight, that's encouraging.

The Horrors of Victorian Apartments.

Falling asleep last night, having just watched Death to Smoochy with Sarah and Gene, I started thinking about this idea I had….Ages ago. About a screen play I had thought about writing. Mind you I was 16 at the time. I would have had no idea what I was doing. Not that I do now, but anyway. It started with someone (me, duh) waking up as the credits roll, getting ready for the day, showering, and brushing their teeth etc. Grabbing a skateboard having a shot from behind of this person running out the front door for something (school we’ll assume). Making it out the front door and immediately being shot dead. Next scene same person wakes up screaming in bed, covered in sweat wondering what just happened. Suffering from Night Terrors or something along those lines. It obviously never went anywhere but the ideas been in my head for something like 10 years. For some reason Death to Smoochy set it off, and I have no idea why.
Anyway, as I was falling asleep, I was thinking about Nicks apartment (her ex has this cool apartment on 13th and Belmont that is all sketchy and Victorian and weird) and how it would be neat to stage some sort of short story there, and the two ideas warped into one idea about a guy being left by a girl (for whatever reason, I didn’t think too hard about that part) and having this dream, then shaking it off. Going about the rest of his day, this time on his way to work somewhere in a Downtown setting. Riding the bus and getting into an accident. Then everything spirals from there. We’ll see if it happens or if I leave it the way it is.
Well that is the idea, this one is done, even though it has nothing to do with anything else I am doing, writing is writing. Hopefully it’s a good omen and more things will get finished.