So Here I Am
up at 11:30 listening to a band I just discovered 10 minutes ago whose sound has managed to capture the very essence of a book I tried to write five years ago whose narrator was named Nancy Dancehall.
How's that for a sentence?
Do I still want to write this thing, despite everything else I have going on, despite Just Another Book whose main character whispers relentlessly in my ear, despite this author who stole my thunder and this show that mimicked my Preacher?
Yup. I do.
Isn't there some sort of novel-in-a-month thingie coming up?
Probably just my brain bouncing back from writing a paper called 'Semipermeable Membranes, Kidney Function and Dialysis'.
I'm sure I'll be over it by tomorrow.