Brain Tissue

Hey,

I think my brain is in retreat or should I say rebellion. This editing is driving me crazy and maybe one of these days it will end and I'll get back to what I love doing. Writing. One of these days I hope to turn this job over to someone that loves editing as much as I love writing. We would be a pair.
I hope everyone gets to do what they love at least most of the time. It would be a shame if you didn't.

Talk soon,
Bob

Drunk Horse

Hey,

Okay everyone I've decided that the drunk horse is going to be Jena's. That's where Ross is going to stay while he's in Witness Protection. I just thought everyone should know that while I might not be writing these days that doesn't mean that I don't think about my next novel all the time. I do. I write all of these things in a notebook and let them wander around in my head looking for the right place to settle and in a few weeks I'll be able to sit down and write the book in a few weeks, maybe sooner. Depending on my brain tissue working right. If not I'll set it aside and go back to editing.
I don't know whether this happens to any one else but when my brain is on the jizz I can't stop it and there's no such thing as time. I usually don't eat and the only reason I get up is to go to the bathroom and fall fast asleep or at least get enough rest to go after it again.
It's the only time I have that I'm not encumbered by the reality of the world. It's the safest place I've ever been and the most sacred. People talk about Shangra La and where it might be but I can tell you exactly where it is. When you find your true passion and time can't affect you and no matter what your reality is, it doesn't matter, then you're in Shangra La, Nirvana, Heaven, whatever you want to call it.
I hope and pray that everyone gets there at least once in their lives. It's the most perfect place you can travel to.

Talk soon,
Bob

Dear Wanda

I'm finally starting to feel like I'm amongst the living again. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing like I should but damn it all to hell, this getting old is for the birds. I'm getting back into the swing of things again. The black cloud seems to be fading.
Yea for sex, drugs and rock and roll and yes beer. In fact talking about beer my son-in-law and I just got through making a batch of our own ale from scratch. We'll be bottling it this weekend after five weeks of drooling in our water. Anymore I'd rather just get the drunk on with Southern Comfort and Seven Up but my son-in-law is crazy about different beers and someday wants to open his own brewery. I have my doubts that he'll get it done but who knows. No one thought I'd write books either.
One of the reasons I mention the booze is that when I broke and trained horses I got a hold of a stallion that hated me. Of course he hated everyone I think. Okay why did I have a stallion. Well Grace divorced me and I was lonely for company. So I bought a stallion and a mare. The stallion wanted nothing to do with me unless it was to take a chunk of meat off my body. I spent three months going up to the corral or stall and would try and softly pet him. He'd let me stoke him once then he'd try to bite me. I don't know whether you know but for a horse to try and bite means he hates you with a passion. I don't even know why he hated me. For Christ's sake I got him a mare to fool around with and fed and watered him. Hell I cleaned his shit out of his stall which I would have to lock him out of just to get the job done.
Well anyway. I spent months just going up to him and trying to pet him. He'd try and bite I'd move back and then try it again. I'd spend hours doing this. After about three months or so I came out one night for the third time that day to spend some time with him trying to pet him but this time I had a drink in my hand. Southern Comfort and Seven Up. I kept trying to pet him but about the third time he was different. His nostrils flared and he seemed to calm down. I went to pet him again and I noticed him eying the drink and not paying much attention to the fact that I was petting him. He kept sniffing my drink so I gave him a taste. He took to me lifting the glass right away. He loved the shit. I went in and got another drink since he drank all of my tumbler himself. I went back out and he drank that too. Jesus I had a lush on my hands.
Within a couple of days this boy was my best friend. He loved the booze so he and I would sit and drink our troubles away every night. He'd sop up a half a quart of the stuff. I kept making it stronger but the stronger it was the better he liked it. He'd drink enough (and so would I) that he and I would stumble around the damn corral together. He'd do anything for a drink. I taught him to shake hands and rear up when told. I could climb all over him. I didn't have any trouble putting a bridle and saddle on him or riding him. No one else could but he and I were the proverbial drinking buddies.
All of that to tell you that this scenario will be in the book. I haven't decided whether it will be Jena, although I think it should be but it could be Ross. I'm not sure yet. He did like the seventies rock and roll while he was drinking. And he had plenty of sex with the mare too so he was in heaven at least for a few years, just like us I guess. It was really pretty funny when he'd get a little touched with the booze and his head would start waving back and forth. He had a song in his head I know.
Okay, I've caught up now so think hard and anything funny and maybe take some Ginko Beloba to remember back when. I like the direction thing. I'm sure I'll be able to use that.

For the birds

Hey,

Yeah, this is for the birds. Bad computer, abscessed tooth, now a frigging cold. How much more can a man take. It seems sometimes that the old man upstairs just beats you up and then expects great things from you while your sick and tired and mangled. He really has got a rotten sense of humor. Don't you wish there was some way to to turn the joke around just once.
I'll get back to speed soon.

Talk soon,
Bob

Early in the morning

Hey,

Okay last week I had an abscessed tooth and the week before that, my hard drive crashed. It has put such a kink in my schedule and I liked my schedule. I like habit. It makes things easier. My dad once told me that I should have 30 percent of my life habitual so that I didn't have to think about what I was doing. It made sense I guess but I still had to watch what I shaved. Now that I think about it dad did always have a lot of small pieces of tissue paper on his face. Maybe I'll rethink that one.

Talk soon,
Bob

My Muse

My muse is getting better and better all the time. She is giving me stuff from her life that will create a great character in my next novel I will be writing soon. Look for it sometime next spring or summer. I think what I'll do while I'm writing the book I'll put passages on my blog not about the plot but about the characters that develop. They're probably more important than the plot anyway. Besides whatever may be the most important has nothing to do with what I love and I love my characters. Even the bad guys and gals are wonderful to write about.
When these guys come out of nowhere and they're in my head and keep banging on the inside of my skull to get out now that's a character you can't refuse. Dr. Bob of course I'm the closest too. He's my alter ego but Bob Stewart, Scanlon, Stricland, Detective Stephan Von De Cruz may have been my best although Gerald Kline was right up there and he was bad guy. Damion and his brother weren't bad. Bunch of nasty people those guys. Wouldn't want to even sit down and have dinner across a table with them. Sid was the perfect gentleman and organizer of all that was good. He took care of everything. You'll understand when you read "The Friday Night Dance Club" although he'll be in the third book of the "The Friday Night Poker Club" trilogy.
Now if I can just get someone to do this damn editing. Of course if someone was going to hire me to do it they couldn't pay me enough.

Talk soon,
Bob