Dare
Some days suck my ass so bad that my corn-star looks like a dried up raisin. Today is not one of those days.
I just rolled out of bed at 11.30 to a day of nothing.
So I'm going to sit on my ass (again) and get my writing done.
Yesterday I finished the first section of my book (first out of four). The first section has five chapters, they are short, but they are done and have been edited by five people. Some of the chapters have been edited three times.
Karl is tiling the shower, that he built (besides the tub). If I'm lucky, he'll put his hair in a ponytail again. I'm his gopher but thats about all the help he'll take from me. I think he wants to look at the completed project and know that he's done it on his own.
Last night played a game at The Hemlock Tavern, with Nelz.
He had to ask another man "Do you have a Vuh-GINA?" -for a dollar. I was not specific enough so he asked someone in our party, Jake. Jake still looked a little stunned as he just met Nelz.
Next, I had to trade eye glasses with another person -2dollars. That was easy.
He had to - I forget.
Then I had to find the worst break-up story. I borrowed a broken pen from the door gal and collected receipts from the floor under the atm. I fashioned myself as a reporter from the SF Guardian and assured a young man of his anonymity. He told me a really sad story and I forwent that dare. There was no way I could get the guy to come back to the table to tell his tale. Sad.
To make up for it I had to find a tale about The Fist Time I Knew There Was No Santa. Found a guy who got a used bike from Santa and his parent told him that it was scratched from coming down the chimney. Smart parents.
And the final - Nelz had to get one sock from a stranger, to keep.
I now have a stretched out graying sock on the back of my chair from where I left it at one in the morning.
Don't remember if I paid Nelz the tenner for the sock but at least I have a new stocking for my mantle at Christmas time.
I just rolled out of bed at 11.30 to a day of nothing.
So I'm going to sit on my ass (again) and get my writing done.
Yesterday I finished the first section of my book (first out of four). The first section has five chapters, they are short, but they are done and have been edited by five people. Some of the chapters have been edited three times.
Karl is tiling the shower, that he built (besides the tub). If I'm lucky, he'll put his hair in a ponytail again. I'm his gopher but thats about all the help he'll take from me. I think he wants to look at the completed project and know that he's done it on his own.
Last night played a game at The Hemlock Tavern, with Nelz.
He had to ask another man "Do you have a Vuh-GINA?" -for a dollar. I was not specific enough so he asked someone in our party, Jake. Jake still looked a little stunned as he just met Nelz.
Next, I had to trade eye glasses with another person -2dollars. That was easy.
He had to - I forget.
Then I had to find the worst break-up story. I borrowed a broken pen from the door gal and collected receipts from the floor under the atm. I fashioned myself as a reporter from the SF Guardian and assured a young man of his anonymity. He told me a really sad story and I forwent that dare. There was no way I could get the guy to come back to the table to tell his tale. Sad.
To make up for it I had to find a tale about The Fist Time I Knew There Was No Santa. Found a guy who got a used bike from Santa and his parent told him that it was scratched from coming down the chimney. Smart parents.
And the final - Nelz had to get one sock from a stranger, to keep.
I now have a stretched out graying sock on the back of my chair from where I left it at one in the morning.
Don't remember if I paid Nelz the tenner for the sock but at least I have a new stocking for my mantle at Christmas time.