HOLIDAY GIFT GUIDE FOR THOSE LOST IN TIME
Always the way, innit? I meant to get this for you earlier but here it comes next year. Still, what can you do? You can get a more reliable narrator, is what. Lemme tell you… hold up.
I started out trying to make a list of the projects I’m finding in this amazing wreckage of a writing life, ones that can still be propped up and pushed in the direction of an unsuspecting public down below. Then I got all me, and now it’s this. Sort of. I don’t know. Hold up.
The party welcomes you, pal. Look what we brought!
Paris in the Robot
I like tea. Loose leaf, bagged, flavored, iced. All of it. Even herbal, because I sleep these days. Didn’t always. Like tea, I mean. Although also the sleep thing. As with beer and coffee, tea wasn’t so much an acquired taste, more the sort of thing I tolerated until I found the samples that actually grooved with my taste buds. It bloomed in my mouth. Still does. Then I couldn’t get enough. There’s probably a sexual development metaphor there. La Romance!
Shooting Keys with Chico Starrdust
Like this? I’m back at my old, loud, tactile, mechanical keyboard. I’ve got a couple others waiting in the wings for when I travel and want to impress lonely pigeons. I mean, not with the wings. The wings are satchels and briefcases, wherein I keep my new, shiny… uh, you know what? Hold up.
Point is. I’m typing again. Send me your P.O. Box address if you want something from the fountain pens.
The 8th Anger of Shaolin
The thing I fucking hate is that you get to the point where you’re no longer trying to escape your feelings or drown them and you’re finally able to just let it out and allow the rage and fury and sadness to take form and explain its red rabid reasoning, able to express and address rather than repress, and then they tell you, well. Hold up.
Let’s do this in a healthy way.
Mad Fall (redux)
it happens every year you dream that you are drowning and so you struggle to wake up and you do you do wake but the bedroom is on fire and this is the insomnia so you fight to sleep and you’re drowning and the ocean is everywhere you can’t breathe unless you wake up in the fire and this happens now it happens again hold up
Red Devil Dance, Gold Cat Wave
I take care of plants these days. I drink tea, I greet the sun, these birds and squirrels hop about, it’s a damn waterfall of haiku every day. Got a little black book to keep ‘em all in, too. While they’re cooking.
The Skully Redemption
I’ve been writing scripts for people in, from, and around Arizona for more than 25 years. That’s got to mean something, surely. Hold up.
Never mind..
No point in stopping now, he said, looking over his shoulder at Mesa Tiempo. Get ready for the new monsoon of desert comedy crime comics.
The House of Final Adventure
This is a hold up.
