Archives for October 2005

I’ve hit my word count – 65K – on Book Two. And I’m almost close to being almost finished. Then the combover. Then submit and see what the Powers that Be make of the thing.

Great cover. Oddly familiar.

Kidding. Mostly. More on this anon. It is, after all, “the first really significant book about American Catholicism of the decade.” (Scroll down to Sharlet’s review.)

If you have a festering notion that all art, or at least all writing, is born of some damage, or some anger, or some unbalanced obsesssion, Capote will not do anything to help you get over your festers.

One thing that makes it difficult, and at times inconceivable, to contemplate leaving California…
…a spicy Ranchero Burrito with beans after a night of bourbony indulgence.
I met Kodiak last night. The man has energy, drive, intensity…what’s the word I’m looking for…ah, yes: youth. (Oh, who am I kidding – I was never like that, even at 22.) It wasn’t until this morning. that I remembered that I am an old man. It was my liver that reminded me.
Good times, though, and no real damage done. Especially after that burrito and its sweet, sweet heat.

I got blogtagged by Rachel at Testosterhome – does that mean she actually reads this thing?

The rules are as follows:
1.Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.

Here’s my sentence, from back in April:

Just like Scrooge McDuck!

Oh, that’s a dandy. That’s Godsbody all over.

I tag Amy, Plato, Clayton, Kodiak, and just for kicks, that poet- type guy who manages a trailer park.

Apologies to any who are receiving this for the fourth or fifth time. I don’t get around much anymore.

How does Truman get in with the straighlaced lawmen of Kansas? Their wives read fiction.

…but I’m not jealous. Really. I haven’t even read this yet. But I did see it in the Minneapolis airport. When you’ve made it into airport bookstores, you’ve made it. Small – so your book has a better chance of being noticed. Well-placed – your customer knows he or she is going to be stuck in one place for the next several hours, and is more likely to actually buy something.

A note on the title: He took “Bad.” I’m using “Lousy.” At least until Loyola tells me otherwise.

…sounds like something I read somewhere…

I never read Rick “Judy Don’t Be” Moody’s novel The Ice Storm (Chris Berman comes to lit-land!), but I did see the movie. And what I liked in the movie, or one of the things I liked, is that when Joan Allen tries a little revenge adultery at a key party following her discovery of her husband’s infidelity, it goes not at all well. She’s a fundamentally decent person, and her rage at her betrayal cannot change that. She can do a wicked thing to get back at her husband, but she can’t enjoy it the way he can. She’s good, you see.

Stalling on the home stretch with the book. Urg.