I’ve been writing again, and everything is right in the world…well almost, Angie is still otherwise involved with some hag from El Salvador–if I were not so vehemently pro-immigration, I would have ICE on speed dial–
SO I am working on Leda and the Swann, the book that still does not have a proper title, or maybe it does…hhhmmm.
I have not been super productive because of work, my mother announcing that she is an alcoholic, my father returning home from the Talil, and those days when I just want to shut up in my room and listen to Toni Braxton’s Unbreak My Heart on repeat–but I have kind of revamped the story (Awlready?) by removing the problem with the main character, Tinsley”s job and her hot boss Sandra and resurrected the dead ex-wife who wants to get back together and is very nosy and jealous. Yeah, I know it kind of mirrors what I am going through myself, and yes, I know it is kind of sick to write my life into a novel, but hey, I’m a writer, I’m allowed to do this sort of thing. And I will. So there.
The writing has not exactly been flowing, but the muse has returned, dressed in a chiffon prom dress, and a fedora, while treading barefoot on rose petals. I know because she makes me want to write at 6 in the morning when my alarm does not go off until 7, and other inopportune moments. She also shows up during my rare interactions with Angie, distracting me from my real world issues. Oh, how I love you muse.
And now, Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton…she was the shit back in the day…
I have a new friend…a real life one. I don’t think I have ever made a friend outside of work or who was not Angie’s friend since my first year of college. We both like Guitar Hero, and awesome movies like Resident Evil. She also cracks me up. She is interested in writing and she is one of the few who had actually read my thought crimes here on the internet.