Summer officially ends today, the first of Semptember, the last day of wearing white. The temperature is, ironically, nearing the mid 90s and very humid as if Mother Nature wants to do some last minute postscript to a relatively mild season. But I am bracing myself for winter as early as now.
We spent the long weekend at our dentist’s lakehouse somewhere in Philly. It was a backwoods cabin inside a gated community with about three lakes. The best part is the lack of wi-fi and at&t signal inside the house. I spent the whole night in the living room with only a nightlight for company as I wrote and finished a short story literally in one sitting although sometimes I stretched myself onto the sofa. The story is about a minor character in my award-winning novel, someone that is as real in my head as the main characters and I really needed to write this one. I polish it in the coming days and then submit it for publication as soon the novel is ready for publication.
I still have to write another short story though, this one based purely on scratch. Also due for submission to another magazine to coincide with the release of the novel.
The 9-to-5 in Brooklyn has now been nailed to a daily routine which could only be a good thing. As I have done the whole time I was in advertising, I make sure I arrive the earliest. This is a personal thing — I hate the feeling of not only being late but entering the office when it is already in the middle of the action. Of course I am one hundred percent productive as I keep the small talk to a minimum. I do not surf, tweet, or even check out the NYTimes at work. I spend my lunch break at my table reading books or magazines, the analog kind. And then I go back to work after half an hour or less. As I have always said, be indispensable. Make them miss you once you’re gone.
The year is almost over and I am very happy to note that this is one of the worst summers so far as far as Hollywood is concerned. Well, I spent most of my movie going experience watching art films so I know that at the very least, my money went to better films. So far, my best of the year goes to “Only Lovers Left Alive.” The award season will kick off soon and I hope I see something even more cerebral than this.
Congratulations to all the winners of this year’s Palanca. To the first-timers, welcome to the fold. Please finish that novel as the category opens next year, and time indeed really flies fast when you are writing, and a novel at that.
Now I have to read and write.