Despite the grim — albeit obviously sarcastic title of this post (you have to point that out to people sometimes), I do have some good news a’brewing. It’s big, so I’ll leave it for later down the post. This also gives me some time to hear back from my contact person as to whether I can speak about it yet. But geez, now I’m making it sound bigger than it is. I swear, this post is not going to be much different than my others. I shouldn’t have said anything. How do I get myself into these pickled predicaments? Gah.
Art & Process
What is a Chapbook?
What is a chapbook, and where have I been? More on the latter in a minute. First off, the chapbook bit. These days, more people seem to know the answer to this question, but not too long ago — when I told people I was working on such a thing (and they weren’t exactly a “book person”) — they’d look at me with an upside down head and ask, “What is a chapbook??”
Happen Fly
Here it is, almost a month has already flown by. What’s been happening? Seems like nothing, but I swear, in theory, it’s been something.
Done.
I recently made a blog post on my other blog — my “writing” blog, Shrapnel in the San Fernando Valley, about how close to “done” I was with the rewrite of my book. That post is titled, June 1st, because that’s when it will be all wrapped up: before four days from today. However, as far as the actual rewriting goes: I AM DONE!
Twenty-four of 40
Hi. Anybody out there? Are you still with me? Am I writing into the ether? Well, aren’t we all. It’s hard to come to terms with the idea that there’s no one there. There might be. Who are we writing to? The ether is my friend. Embrace the fucking ether!




