Seven days until my creative thesis is due. Tomorrow I am taking off from work and spending the entire day entering my wife‘s line-edits and re-writing entire passages, writing new openings to chapters , and weeping softly in the corner of the apartment. Have my music cued up. Have my Chinese and bagel shop menus nearby to deliver me soup, sandwiches and boatloads of coffee. Phone will shut off. Contemplating putting tinfoil in the windows.
I am re-reading Will Christopher Baer‘s noir-crime thriller, Kiss Me, Judas. It’s so dark and tasty, full of lines like “sorrow is like the ocean and sometimes i wish my heart would stop.” Come on. You can’t get any better than that.