Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022
Hey dear reader…just wanted to check in real quick…the writing is going extremely well, I’m just working on too many projects and there are simply too few hours in the day. Thirty hours would be about perfect, I think. Stupid heliocentric universe. Anyway, I promise I’ll be back here soon.
N.P.: “Bil Biyelgee” – The HU
Happy birthday, Mary.
N.P.: “Love…Thy Will Be Done (NPG Extended Mix)” – Prince
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022
Good evening, dear reader. Just a quick note for now…I have been busy as hell. The writing is going swimmingly, but it’s taking all my time. Anyway, good things are happening. I’ll be back here for a proper visit with you soon.
N.P.: “Highly Suspicious” – My Morning Jacket
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022
Unholy temperatures today, dear reader. I think it’s weird that people live here…people are clearly not meant to live here.
Anyway, I’ve been working on something that is taking a little longer than expected, so I’ve been absent here a few days more than anticipated. So I just wanted to stop by and say hey and bitch about the heat. Okay…back to it.
N.P.: “Hang on St. Christopher” – Bulletboys
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022
Well, it’s the first week of September, so naturally it’s hot as balls here in The Creek. We’re in the middle of something worse than a Heat Wave…it’s evidently called a Heat Storm and it is evil. The next 7 days are once again featuring highs in the 120s. And as has long been established, no great literature can be committed in any climate hotter than 110, and even that’s pushing it.
Fortunately, the Safehouse is equipped with a state of the art Freezeyerass Air-Conditioning unit pumping out something like 15K BTUs, of chilly climate-controlled bliss, so work on the books shall continue apace, despite the ongoing temperate fuckery.
N.P.: “Ten Times More” – Dropkick Murphys
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022
Good evening, loyal and long-suffering reader. In an unexpectedly sudden move, the goddamn Muse has, at long last, decided that we’re once again on speaking terms, and, having decided thus, has spoken: Underground long enough, she seemed to say…it’s time to resurface. Or at least start to. She then gave me a five-year plan. Which is actually a pleasant change from not having a five-year plan. So suddenly there’s a five-year plan. I’ve got six book ideas that I’ve written out to 10K-15K words, and after much ceiling-staring, hardwood-floor pacing, and whiskey clanking, (and subsequent drunken consultation with the Wise Ones), it has been decided to shelve four of the book ideas for the time being, and focus exclusively on getting the first two books ready for a 2024 release.
The first book is a psychological memoir (which I’ve never read or written), the second is a novel (of which I’ve read many, but never written). Yeah…fiction. Traditionally, my fiction has been shit. And it still very well may be, but it’s a satire, so I should be able to pull it off.
A completed draft of the first book is due by December of this year, (which is rapidly approaching), and the second book by June of next year. It’s a bit ambitious, but that’s the plan, so yeah…Let’s get weird.
N.P.: “Cage” – Billy Idol