Happy Sunday, dear reader. Have you made it to church? I have not. It’s been quite some time, actually. I’ve been thinking about going back lately, but I’ve had some policy issues with the Holy Catholic and Apostolic for a few decades now. They’ve become spineless and toothless, and thus, pointless. I’ve attempted to contact the nearest archbishop for a meeting concerning the Catholic Church sacking up and becoming relevant again, but no invitation has been extended.
But I digress.
Work on both books continues apace, whilst, of course, attempting to juggle a couple dozen other adult responsibilities and a chainsaw. One of the books is becoming increasingly fun to work on, and the other, less so. But work continues on both.
In badass literary history, on March 2, 1904, Theodor Seuss Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss, entered the world in Springfield, Massachusetts. Needless to say, The Doctor was a total game-changer—his wild imagination and playful rhymes in books like The Cat in the Hat and Green Eggs and Ham revolutionized children’s literature. He took a sledgehammer to the dull, moralistic tales of the time, injecting absurdity and anarchic fun. With over 600 million copies sold, his work’s got a rebellious streak that still inspires readers to think outside the box.
On March 2, 1930, D.H. Lawrence kicked the bucket in Vence, France. Another literary renegade—his works like Lady Chatterley’s Lover and Sons and Lovers torched the boundaries. Facing censorship and outrage for his raw take on sex, class, and human desire, Lawrence kept writing what he damn well pleased. His ashes later traveled to Taos, New Mexico, a fittingly wild resting place for a man who lived and wrote with unapologetic grit.
N.P.: “Fade Away” – Lemmo
