BEATNIK BOOMER GETS OIL AND PROJECT CHANGE

Here I sit at McCord's Toyota, getting our Yaris an oil change and tire rotation. Here's my next set of writing tasks. A movie script. I've got a good central idea, and I picture Morgan Freeman in the film too. It'll be science fiction, and, of course, that means some technical problems and plot difficulties to overcome in order to create plausibility. What I'm doing now is writing down ideas and problems and certain interesting moments in the plot and asking myself questions like: "Why does X kill Y?" "What is Morgan Freeman doing in that town?"   "Where did he come from?" "How do I show the viewer this complication?" This is the fun part for me. For Ghoul World, I was aflame with imagination for about 3 days before the hard work of writing came into play. Then it took 2 years to get 555 pages done and rewritten three times. Photo is me in McCord's. 

CELEBRATION! TASK COMPLETED AND ROCK'NROLL TOO

WOW! WHAT A MORNING! I'm sitting in the cafeteria at New Seasons where I just finished the third rewrite of Ghoul World. I'm having a salmon cake patty and kale lunch with a diet caffeine free Pepsi and listening to a guitar/drum duo playing the music of the 50's and 60s. Right at this moment it's "Can't Get No Satisfaction". Awhile back it was "Jailhouse Rock", and I'm rocking out inside'nout. Soaring like in the old days, but, this time, don't need no alcohol or drugs for the emotional high. Now they're playing and singing, "Sitting On the Dock of the Bay". GREAT!

181 PEOPLE CHECKING OUT THE SILENT BOOMER

Today, I rewrote two chapters of Ghoul World at Starbucks on 164th. Only 3 more chapters to go and the third rewrite of my science fiction novel will be completed. I hope I'm able to take a break after that and concentrate on sending work out. Besides the novels, I've got several short stories I'd like to send to literary magazines. I'm also considering putting together a short story collection, but I'm afraid the style of many of my short stories isn't in favor at this time. Walked today in the neighborhoods east of the Fred Meyer on 164th. Snapped a couple of photos of the autumn colors while I walked. 

One day, recently, 181 people checked on my writer's blog, The Silent Boomer. Not bad. That number continues to grow. Thank you, one and all, who are taking an interest. There are times when I tell myself it's silly of me to be trying to succeed financially with my writing far after most writers' prime is passed. Here's an interesting thing I consider when I send out query letters for my novels. Should I not tell a prospective agent about my blog where my age is revealed or should I tell them about my blog which reveals, also, my steady process of pursuing my goal of getting someone other than myself to publish a novel of mine before I sink into the dust? Which would most appeal to a potential agent?

BEATNIK EATS PRIME RIB AND READS POETRY OF MARY OLIVER

Yesterday, I did not write. It was my 78th birthday. For one meal I stopped being a vegan and had a prime rib, medium rare, at Black Angus. Wife, meanwhile, ordered french fried sweet potatoes and grilled asparagus. When we got home, she was still hungry because the sweet potatoes were too greasy. She ate barely one or three. Frankly, I like the homemade tomato soup I made two dinners ago more than the prime rib. Surprised me. Also for my birthday, we spent the whole day together. In the morning, we walked at the Lloyd Center, a mall, Mertie shoe shopped while we were there, then we ate lunch at the Veggie Grill, walked some more and went to see the movie Steve Jobs before Black Angus. Mertie thought the movie was depressing, but we both found it interesting.

Today, I finished rewrite of Chapter 43 of Ghoul World. Five more chapters to go, and another rewrite will be done. Walked at the Burnt Bridge Creek Trail again and came home. 

Currently reading some work by Neal Cassidy. Finished a book of collected verse by Mary Oliver. She is quintessentially a woman. I mean by that she's written some poetry that a man would not be able to write. Of course, I can no more prove my evaluation than I can high jump the Moon outside my window. 

BEAT BEATNIK BOOMER, SILENTLY COLLAPSES

Nine more chapters of rewriting of Ghoul World remain. The senior dizziness departed after three days of it. Felt better today as I made revision decisions. Learned something new about self today. I'm on the 3rd rewrite of Ghoul World, and as the final 9 of 48 chapters appear before me, I'm growing bored with the process. Same thing happened near the end, during the 2nd rewrite of Ghoul World. What does this signify, I wonder? 

Disappointment. My novel takes place in a world where a type of necrotizing fasciitis infects all humans. They now call themselves ghouls to distinguish themselves from Irishers (red heads) who are immune from the disease. I just learned that The Maze Runner somewhat employs a plague that creates zombies. Of course, my Earth people aren't zombies. They're just rotting. In the final stages of the plague, they become irrational and dangerous, but this is when the disease begins to attack the brain after a lifetime of merely rotting flesh.

BEAT UP OLD BRAIN FARTS

This old age thing is a bear. I have many days when a mild dizziness creates a curtain between the page I'm staring at and my ability to concentrate on the work I'm doing and bring words to that page. It's very discouraging to deal with. I'm having one of those days today, and I'm about to quit for the day. I'll give it one more shot after I take an AllerClear. Sometimes that helps. I also have exercises that help, but I need to be home on my bed to do them. Acceptance is called for in this situation.