Start second book in the dead writers series sometime this week. back to the going. Hopefully have novel done by end of the year. Other than that I don't know what about much else. start section. Peace. The first corpse. I knew him. Officer Malinowski. He picked me up once and drove me home. I fell… Continue reading “Sounds like a scam to me. That’s all I’m saying”
Going back into novel mode. Done with the gonzo for a long time. Being a journalist is dirty. It's not really me. I'll do it if people want to pay me. It's bullshit. I can't do it. I have enough material and evidence now. I don't really need any more.I'm a writer. I make books.… Continue reading Here’s some stuff. Fall Notebook, Page three.
A and B to share: Kill Your Darlings & On the Road To Desolation (Really Nice Documentary)
Much has happened the past month. A post. That's what this IS, and this is going back to the note to self sort of writing. I'm trying to remember all of the real notes that are everywhere in bags and in flash drives. I'm going to organize my real paper mountain today. I've made such… Continue reading Fall Digital Notebook page 2
Needed to write something. I don't know what or why. overwhelmed. Froze up. Words. Don't want to express things just need to say things. Not depressed only troubled by the conflicting thoughts that aren't my own. Thoughts. words. Take a shower and felt better. People and expressions. War march from Washington for two weeks. building… Continue reading Froze (Fall Notebook, Page 1)