October 2010
6 posts
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Am I stupid to get excited again?
Circling back, over the summer, I came close to a book deal. Started to feel good about the prospects, started to have hope that this thing was really going to see shelves. And then it all went away. Really, really quickly. And let’s just say that it knocked the wind out of me, because I’d like to be polite to myself and my various states of mental...
I’m sitting here with a Preview window open, filled by my newly-approved, 75k-word final manuscript that’s all ready to go out to editors starting next week. I’m also sitting here looking for the words that are supposed to follow that first sentence, but coming up a bit short. I don’t think I can blame this one on The Fridays.
Because It Must
For the first time in years, last night, I had a dream about a terrorist attack. I was sitting by some waterfront overlooking Manhattan with my mother, some friends, and several thousand others, and we watched a plane nosedive into the water, a billboard going along with it, and then the sky went black. Manhattan went black. A few other things happened—screaming, scattering,...
Evidence that you live in New York (and will never live anywhere else), part 1982472: Attempting to type the sentence, “I have a few places where I burrow away,” you type “borough away.”
Yes, I am writing things tonight. Burrowing away in my apartment in the borough of Brooklyn.
