So tonight I teach a course I’ve never taught before at a school I’ve never been to before, to students I’ve never met, who think they’re going to be taught by someone else. Cool.
And there is no hope, no train, no cure, no tomorrow, no fear, no milk, no talent, no time? Just failure, loneliness, cock and disapproval,
Bang on time, too. And we’re off and running.
The new novel. Begun today. Reading, note-taking, books ordered from Amazon. Looking for the sweet spot that tells me when to start seriously drafting. The characters are getting restless. Don’t want to lose them. Meanwhile, loving the latest story from Joe Lansdale. The usual gore with gravitas. No one does it better. And my new…