wrote a novella.
halfway through scorch atlas. stand by every word i said about it. stand by those words in a way that is slightly taller and sturdier than they way i stood by them before. no more locking my knees. that sort of thing.
scouring cragslist for places to live. hoping people email me back. possibly with subject lines like hell yes. fuck yes. shit yeah. some sort of variant of that would be slammin.
fell behind on my pages for the battlefield where the moon says i love you. going to make those up today.
owe someone a story about playing tennis with an old man and eating breakfast with him later. a gigantic breakfast sandwich of a breakfast.
lordy. who knows. we'll see. i certainly don't.