HOORAY for me But at least on some level, a draft of it is finished. Its a book of essays. It includes a lengthy piece about my mother, for which I will be going to hell. The title of the book MIGHT be “Cool, Calm and Contentious.” although that makes me sound a little like Clint Eastwood. All I know is that now, suddenly, I am not swimming in three feet of loose paper. I write on the computer but in the final stages I find that I can’t see what, if anything, the book says unless I print it out. Pretty soon my already cluttered office looks like I am ready for a segment on hoarders.
Anyway: Wow. Free time. I think I will start making films. Until it catches up to me because free time only seems like free time BEFORE it becomes unemployment.