My dog, Egg, sitting in the window seat at a nice place awaiting her lunch. Taken minutes ago.
This weekend is expected to hit 96 degrees F. I look forward to being inside, to print the new book and lay out the fifty-eight (!) chapters on the kitchen table, and to shuffle and reshuffle them like I’m editing a film. Then to look for holes. Then to look for places where the plot moves too fast or slow. But this is always the fun part: Knowing the house is waterproof, and just rearranging the furniture.
I hope your summer is going well.
I love Boston terriers. My daughter just lost her BT a few months back. They’re such sweet little munchkins.
6 months of bug battling and deriving endogenous opioids from the sun. I love it. Just learned that youre related to Jack Palance, and that he knocked out Brando.