In Uncategorized on February 19, 2017 at 9:04 pm
A long weekend of spring weather. 60s yesterday and today although it might hit low 50s tomorrow. Everyone is in sweaters instead of coats and the daring went with shorts and sleeveless. I most certainly believe a few could be seen sunbathing in Central Park in their bras and panties (swimsuits are still in storage or has been thrown out last year).
Fake spring but I will have it. Waking up to the sound of birdsong is great. The avian residents of the trees by our street have returned and has been loud by around 6 AM this past two days.
I am still waiting for news from my latest submissions.
If you think US Politics could not go any better, just you wait.
We’ve seen the Oscar-nominated live action shorts and my favorite was from Spain titled “Timecode”. Also, if it were up to me, the best film should be “Lion”. Or “Arrival” if it’s in the running. The best foreign film should be Toni Erdmann. But then again…
Time to write and do this laundry.
In Uncategorized on February 10, 2017 at 12:08 pm
So. I ordered more books.
• Six Four by Hideo Yokoyama
• The Saint of Incipient Insanities by Elif Shafak
• Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman
• Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough
• Dear Sweet Filthy World by Caitlin R. Kiernan
The world is still turning to shit. No one knows how to react. In the meantime, dictatorship third-world style is unfolding right before our very eyes.
In Uncategorized on January 29, 2017 at 3:16 am
Submitted a short story via electronic delivery to the anthology editors. MS Word document.
Submitted a synopsis of a full-length stage play via human delivery cared of The United States Postal Service to the literary department of a theater company. Actual printed manuscript.
All I do now is forget about those two written works, the hardest part of writing.
Meanwhile, the world is turning. Turning to shit. Methinks, due to all of this fucking social media crap, that no one knows anymore that any resistance is subject to the laws of physics. Like two bodies cannot occupy the same space at the same time.
You can’t just # this shit.