2005-09-06 - 4:56 p.m.
My story is in chaos. Writing is hard. (Tell you something you don't know? Okay: Surfers looks like sharks when you are watching them from five stories up.)
We walk to West End (West Egg?) everyday on the weekend. Four times this past weekend. Twice on Monday. Did you say twelve miles? Yes, yes I did.
When will this go bad? My horoscope is saying yes! you can do it!, so I will continue. Sometimes nostaligia sneaks into my dreams, but he is real and right next to me. Eyes closed and smiling like a kid.
Almost two full years.
Anyhow, the story? I am working on it and a revision is in the cards.
~j
*Portastatic*Jose Gonzales*grandaddy*DEATH CAB!
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