Last night I ran into the ever bitchin Voltaire, she's bally brassy and totally bitchin. Humans who are fully themselves are rare and fun. There was a piheaded zombie sitting in the club, surounded by beautiful women and looking stone bored, it made me laugh and sad for the poor idiot. Life must nmake you giggle or why bother getting out of bed. I have just submitted my first novel, I have spent my life working in film and am now moving into a world where as a novelest friend put it "Where the word stay written." I feels great to be creatively alive. Why waiting for editors notes I am diving into the next novel. Its hard boiled detective fiction set in the world of sex workers. A world I grew up in and keeps calling me back to report from. This week I plan to work, write and enjoy the time I have been given on the amazing ball of mud and water we call home.
lisdexicwriter:
Ok how sad is it when the only coment is left by me? Not that fucking sad. Well bud, how was your week? Pretty damn good now that you asked. Wrote like angel with devil on his ass. New novels finally taking shape and form. Drank in as much life as I could find. Walked on the beach down in Venice, the one blessing of working on main st. The negitive is sitting on the 10 and wondering where the hell we all think were going. Til next we meet, be good.