The long weekend begins

if you were in my movie

-Suzanne Vega

You can't believe the streaming NFL HD! I am watching the Giants and it is terrific. I adore the Internet. All that faith i put religion, family, philanthropy, my fellow man – WRONG!!! I now place all of my hopes firmly on the back of Internet. The Internet will tell us all what to do. It has the power to shrink the planet until it's no bigger than Fairfield County, CT.

We saw Wall-E tonight. It was cute. I need to see Clone Wars. I need exploding robots. We all need exploding robots. And the Internet.

It's only 66 degrees out! I wore pants to the movies. Autumn is coming, Hooray!!!! Autumnin Madrid rocks.

I can't believe Jim Zorn coaches the Redskins. Love Jim Zorn – despise the Redskins. I wish i was at a bar in DC right now so I could lick the tears of Redskin fans when they lose. Ummmmmm – tastes like Crackers.

Okay- I need to meet women my age who are not crazy. I did a search and signed up for some Metrodate thing. I'll let u know how this turns out. Man, it's 2008 and dating still blows chunks!

Buying New Soul broke 40K words today. Now i just hope it doesn't break me!”

I am working more on the old lady's diary. You just try to imagine a time and a place. I invoke the memories of Todedo. I invoke the ghosts of the Guerra Civil. I invoke the horrors we subject each other to for the sake of greed, anger and vengeance. Fun, fun, fun!

Am I going to become some kind of nutso Civil War author?

Sleeping thru the Apocalypse is about the American Civil War. Buying New Soul is the Spanish Civil War. My my next novel will be called Vietnamese Fingers – about their Civil War. But that's a long ways off.

War sucks. I get disgusted just writing these novels. Those poor hick soldiers who are dying in Iraq because they believe in ideals their government forsook decades ago.

Whoa. I need to lighten up. Something about writing about people getting their toes shot off just makes your attitude dark. I need to go dance or something. Put on some reggae.

41,000 words. Joder! This takes forever. I am not a patient man. Why did I ever want to become a writer?

Because i see stories in my head. That's right. I'm crazy. (Arms straight up in the air, eyes vacant) - “Bleh, Bleh, Bleh! - I am scary!”

Deep breathes. Think of gumdrop houses, chocolate rivers and Twizzler trees.

42,500 words. Boo Yeah! Just a little further...

Writing is like riding a bull: the longer you can stay at it, the better. It's a marathon, even if that marathon is only 8 seconds.