Month: September 1998

Thought I was dead? I feel the same way sometimes. I haven’t been writing for a few reasons, mostly apathy. I’ve also been trying to get the next 15 chapters of Summer Rain done before the end of the month, and I work on them during lunch. It doesn’t look like I’ll make it, but…

Still alive. On an agressive schedule with the edits to Summer Rain – I am trying to wrap up the 15 chapters that make up book 2 before Marie shows up on 10/2. It’s a mess, but it’s slowly falling in place – I’ve written about 60,000 words – the first fifteen chapters were like…

I ate breakfast today. It was a pretty weird experience, even though it was just cereal and grapefruit juice. And for lunch, it’s salad and a bunch of fresh fruit. Maybe if I keep this up, I might shed a couple of pounds. I’m trying to give up red meat, fast food, and most processed…

What a weekend. It’s hard for me to talk about things, not because they went bad, but because there’s a lot to cover and no matter how much I typed, I wouldn’t do the weekend justice. I also don’t want to seem all sappy and stereotypical about it. Marie visited. She was even better than…

Eating Chinese food, listening to Gary Moore, and taking a break from laundry and other miscellaneous cleaning. It’s a beautiful evening out, but I can’t really feel the cool breeze from inside my apartment. My stereo just freaked out – it makes this weird popping noise about once a week and then there’s no volume…