I looked at some of Dan O’Neil’s Odd Bodkins comic strips today, and had a good laugh; I especially like the one about the Easter Bunny hallucination. As usual, after I got done laughting, I felt guilty for having spent time goofing off and not working. But work isn’t appealing right now. I have one story that is dragging out, I mean d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g, and another one that keeps niggling at me. The problem is, I really have no plan on how to sell these darned things. Somehow or another, it doesn’t seem worth it to just keep pumpng out novel after novel and stacking them up in the garage. I’ve met a couple of novelists that have done that, people who have come to a book signing and talked about their two or three books that nobody’s heard of and that just take up space. The writers always seem sad to me, maybe because I’ve become one of them.
Well, today is too nice a day to get down in the dumps. I’ve had my laughs, it’s time to get on with things. Maybe I can d-r-a-g out a little more of the story. Onward, Excelsior!