Yee hah!

Just wrote THE END on my latest!

Today's writing

 

From above you see nothing and everything. I once read that about the Zizkov Television Tower in Prague – it’s an ugly-ass building for sure and also, at 700 feet high, the Czech Republic’s tallest building. All that work to create a view and what happens? It half-fails.

 

But the successful half is glorious. I’ve never been to Prague, so I can’t say, but I am an expert on this part of the world, the glory of the Northern California coast. The sweep of the ocean. The swath of the trees. The trails of me and what I’ve created, what I continue to create.

 

It’s that overhead shot, you know, the long view.

 

I’m the wildfire, but call me Freddy. It’s friendlier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WILDFIRE (FREDDY) IS A MIX BETWEEN END OF BIG LEBOWSKI AND BIRD FROM TELEGRAPH AVENUE. LOTS OF PHILOSOPHY ABOUT THE THREE THREADS: COVID, CLIMATE CHANGE, AND HUMAN CONNECTION. ABSOLUTELY NO EASY ANSWERS.

Today's writing

My departure could have been the dictionary definition for awkward. After Kelly cut me down, I just sat there for a minute, absorbing the shards. I could still taste her in my mouth, smell her on my skin, and yet she was already busy pushing me away. There are words for that, but the first one that comes to my mind is bitch.

 

What in the hell drew me so strongly to them?

 

Thing is, I don’t have to ask the question. I just know. I can’t answer in words; it was more like the feeling that I got when I was around them. Like I’d known them from somewhere else, or if I hadn’t, that I somehow wanted to know them. The draw was different with each of them. With Danny it was more sexual, more located between the legs. With Kelly it was something different, more complex, something straddling the line between love and loathing. I wanted both to get to know her and to spit in her face, and that had nothing to do with any sort of jealousy surrounding Danny. It was that low-level tension that two people – usually two women – get between each other. You can’t run from it, even if you can’t always resolve it.

 

Done!

Woodhall Press now has my manuscript!

Well

At least in my own story I won. 

Getting close

Page 252 of 328. I can do this. Even if it means a few nightmares along the way. 

And another difficult part

Man. Editing this part of the manuscript is gonna suck.

I knew I'd get to this part

Of course I did. I'm editing the entire damn manuscript. This is part of it.

           Brent has a 1960s-era American car, a classic model that I’ll wager is a Corvair. It has wings and chrome and inside is a giant fucking mess. As we slide inside – him opening the door for me first, then slamming it shut and trotting over to the driver’s-side door – I picture the place where he lives. It’s a loft, I’ll bet, one of those empty industrial spaces. Take the H-bomb and drop it, just chuck it down repeatedly. It can only help matters.

Played a long time ago at a circus in Spain

Because I fucking deserve it

I booked a hot tub at Piedmont Springs for Wednesday. It was just profiled in the Chron as "just the cost of a few San Francisco cocktails" or some such nonsense, so I figured I'd better get there before the bridge-and-tunnel crew started showing up.