It’s a lovely day,
out there,
blue sky,
light,
clouds of white,
postcard stuff:-)
Yesterday,
was one of those,
days of penance,
type days,
every weirdo,
you could think,
of,
was in,
tough one,
in spite of that,
I’m in a good mood.
Slept in this morning,
haven’t slept this well,
in weeks,
literally.
I picked up some,
very interesting,
short story collections,
for the bookstore,
Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness,
by Richard Yates,
Cathedral by Raymond Carver,
and,
The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway.
I have a customer,
who is a freak,
for top of the line,
short story collections,
these qualify,
she probably has,
the Hemingway,
no matter,
it’s bound to interest,
someone.
I read a few of,
the Yates stories,
I particularly liked,
Builders,
about a writer,
and the taxi driver,
who hires him,
to write up,
his experiences as,
a hack.
He’s dark,
Yates,
in a subtle way,
more,
charcoal,
than black,
I read one of his novels,
last year,
Revolutionary Road,
didn’t like it so much,
couldn’t relate to the characters.
I liked the stories better.
Carver,
I’ve read,
he’s very sparse,
writes about,
ordinary people,
nobody,
really writes about,
people who seem,
uninteresting,
but,
everyone is,
if you dig,
enough.
I have tons of novels,
laying around,
waiting to be read,
but,
right now,
I need short,
it’s my,
Summer attention span,
sort of adolescent,
not in it’s interests,
more in it’s ability,
to concentrate.
I’m still mulling over,
that essence of butchness thing.
Soon,
I guess?
Going for some,
brewskies,
tonight,
at my friends,
busy writer,
and,
perfect guy:-)
Later girls,
BB