and then

word count 15968

first paragraph of the day:

A half hour later, Anthony was still staring at the unplugged TV and I had realized that I was God. I didn’t say anything to anyone just then. I didn’t want to seem like I was bragging. Also it’s hard to fit into a conversation. It’s something that has to be revealed slowly piece by piece. Because the human mind just can’t take it. I loved my friends and did not want to hurt their human minds by just out and out mentioning that I was God so I just said nothing for a while.

I start rehearsal today for incendairy

I know the novel writing has slowed down but i couldn't keep booking at the rate i was going. Also I ran into a part where i wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next and I was having other problems related to having never written a novel before and not knowing what i was doing. what better way to learn than to do it though? and then read a lot of novels.

I have to figure out a better time to get up. 5:00 is not realisticc to sustain for the whole week and 6 doesn't give me enough time to write. although I may be coming home from rehearsla late so who knows if I can even get up before 6:30 this week and still write. Or maybe i should take some time off.

Although there is a play claling to me so maybe I should take time away and write the play. or perhaps I should try to do both like i was doing before.

So you see.

I did write a paragraph today. Not my best but it exists. word count 14951.

I walked to Jake’s apartment. It was cold and clear and quiet. I could see my breath in the streetlamps but no one on the street. Something like that is supposed to be unsettling in a city but I’m from a small town so quiet to me is calming. I was in a pretty good mood when I got to Jake’s.

2 days of early morning bleary non-writing

word count 14885

first paragraph

I went into my room. My bed frame was on its side. The mattress was duct taped to the wall. The desk was upside down. My chair was hanging from the ceiling by what looked like fishing line. I changed my clothes quickly and walked out into the living room. One of the lawyers (Craig?) and his friend were playing a war game on the computer. One of the other lawyers (not Stuart) was watching.

noveling up a river

a little more done this morning. word count: 14511


ist paragraph:

“No. Not confused,” she said to the wall, “More like fascinated with. Interested in. I’m someone who gets interested in things and people and I have to paint them. I guess if I really understood what it was . . . I guess I wouldn’t get fascinated.” She turned to me then, the brush in her left hand, some red paint on her right breast. “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you make us breakfast?” And then she put her hand on the back of my neck lightly and she kissed me. I took her upper lip between mine and she took my lower lip between hers and when it was done we were both smiling uncontrollably.

tonight

I'm so far behind. But I got a lot of playwriting stuff done yesterday. stuff that needed to be done. a revison of incendiary and a curtain raiser for bee eater. so I don't feel like a total failure even though the novel has taken a backseat of late.

Word count 13910

first paragraph written today:

Chapter 4

When I woke, Ariana was naked, standing on her toes reaching up, a paintbrush in one hand, lacquering a matchbook from the Red Light on her wall. I watched her from behind. Her claves curved like a runner. Was she a runner? Who was this girl? I followed her legs up to her round ass. I tried not to make any noise so I could just enjoy her there and watch her work. I noticed some fresh paint besides the matchbook. It took me a second to realize that it was a version of me, in reds and blues, like an early Picasso. My mouth was open and I was crying tears down the wall which became a river and ran into a lake buzzing with motorboats and water skiers.