Damn the book. Enough rest. Store it like a camel. Another nap and food and cleaned everything. Only on page 96 of 270 with less than three days until the to-be finished date. People who said they would give me some press want it. I don’t have it. Needless to say it’s not going to happen. The plan: Going to sit outside look at some stars, tap on the typewriter, go over some notes and at eleven, I’ll plug into the machine and see if I can’t have a throwback kinda night. Tired of it, ready to print-it bind-it digitize-it and compress-it, and then let the bird fly away and let the world do whatever the fuck it wants with it. Then I’m gone. Nice august night. Enjoy it. Peace.
I’ll find the source of the picture soon. I just dig it. I don’t know where I found it. So yeah…and in closing, what have you done, Oh the humanity:
Adventures In American Writing 