THIS AND THAT...A LITTLE BIT OF

Holy Jumping Jehoshaphat! Last two days of rewrite of Ghoul World, I've done two chapters each day. Will begin Chapter -15- tomorrow. Moving right along. I thought Colbert's second show was stronger than his first. His sendup of Trump during his first show was silly and juvenile, nearly, but his second night's political bit sounded more like the style he originated at Comedy Central. More sophisticated. Oh, listen to Mister Sophisticate, George Thomas, or Silent Boomer or ex-Beatnick hippy, and whathaveyou. 

Had a great time at the recent National Beat Poetry Festival: Portland PDX version. I mean it was grooving and moving, loud and packed.

For our 15th wedding anniversary, my wife, Mertie, took us to

Jimmy Mak's jazz club to listen to jazz and eat dinner. She did this because every time we've walked past Jimmy Mak's since arriving in Vancouver, I've said, "We gotta go there sometime." So, she got us there. What a sweetheart she is. I got her Crystal earrings and a Glen Campbell DVD because, lately, she's been saying, "We gotta have some Glen Campbell in the house." Secondly, because the 15th wedding anniversary is the glass or crystal anniversary. I've used Mak's in my Ghoul World novel, but the club in my book doesn't look anything like the real place, but, of course, it's two hundred years from now. 

SILENT BOOMER BEATS HIS WAY THROUGH A NERVE JUNGLE

dendrites

I have tinnitus. Recently Conductor Spritz von Tinnitus added a second movement to the symphony in my right ear, a crescendo. The first night it happened was months ago, and I couldn't sleep that night. I imagined the rest of my life, sleepless, but, already, I've become conditioned to ignore it. Thankfully (or not), the human brain can be conditioned to accept anything.

"Sleepless in Seattle" (1993) is on TCM right at this minute. Back in 1992, I had reached a stage in my psychological development during which time I decided that women who liked that cream puff movie represented everything that was wrong with American women. They were featherweights who would never be satisfied with a real man who had warts on his brain. Then I met my wife who likes the movie, and I found out, yet once again, how wrong headed I can be. She enjoys the warts on my brain. She expresses this love when she asks me, "How did you ever get to be so weird" and laughs delightedly and delightfully. A long time ago another wife asked me, "How did you learn all these positions?" Also laughing. As I climbed down from the monkey bars I told her, "In kindergarten."

What does this have to do with writing you ask? Nothing. I'm marking time, waiting for the next plot development in my Manning novel to appear out of the sleepless deeps of my brain and slip between my brain warts into my fingertips. 

BEAT AS EVER, THE BOOMER TAKES A SPILL

You're not going to believe this...or maybe you will. I'd feel horrible about it, except I've read of major authors who fell into a similar ditch. 

Elderly Man Falls Down

 

I was looking over the early pages of Angie's Choice in preparation to sending  another sample chapter or number of pages (as requested) to the agents I was querying when I found a glaring error. I'd combined the first name of one of my major characters and the last name of another male character. On page two of the manuscript no less. If you've been following this blog, you know that I've been sending out these Angie's Choice samples for several months now. Oh, no!

My hope is that I made the error relatively recently. I always find something to change every time I make a new submission. I'm hoping that I only recently momentarily confused the two characters. I hope that's the case. Otherwise, my error, spelled a-s-s, has been hanging out there for a very long time. I'm chalking this kind of error up to the brain fart of a old man from the Silent Generation. My wife who reads voraciously tells me she catches such errors in books all the time. I don't think she was lying to make me feel better.

PS: the internet photo is titled exactly as I entered it.