I recently finished two books. One is Lacy, an epic of an actress who moves to Los Angeles to seek her fortune. Along the way she struggles with bipolar disorder and drug use. Second is Of Bicycles and Boardwalks and Oceans and Ships, a stream-of-consciousness love story of a man and a woman in a … Continue reading Two new books
Just had a talk with my sister wherein she told me various signs that I’m doing poorly, mentally. Things I didn’t even realize, things I wouldn’t notice unless someone else said them to me. Like I’m not bathing. Like I’m wearing weather-inappropriate clothes (sweatshirts when it’s warm). And other things. I’ve stopped taking one of … Continue reading A very strange gestation period
I ate a hamburger almost raw tonight. I found sleeping pills and took one, so I’ll probably sleep well. I had thought I was out. Will have to ask my psychiatrist to prescribe more. I bathed tonight. Yes, this is news. Ever since the hospital I’ve been bathing less, I think because … Continue reading I think I’m starting to feel that trazodone kicking in even though that’s a redundant statement
Maybe it’s all dangerous. But the first sentence matters a lot, and the first page matters a lot, so I feel better now than I’m 8,000 words into my current book. I can go back and fix the first sentence later, if I want to, but now, at this point after the introductory part of … Continue reading The beginning of a book is so dangerous, from a writing point of view.