Hi. It’s been a while. Sorry about that.
I wish I had some sort of decent excuse for not posting here since, uh, holy fuck, June(?!) but I don’t.
The period has not been a dead loss. At least not for me. I’ve been busy writing. Since arriving here, I’ve written two novels (one complete, another just a first draft) some sort of other thing, probably best described as psychic upchuck, and am about 20,000 words into the first draft of a new novel. Will you ever get to read any of that? Damned if I know. Let me put it this way, I’m doing what I can. But I still have no idea how this shit works.
A couple of weeks back, a friend told me that I’ve been in Cali for a year now.
Does it show? I think I look happier.
I have some sort of mental block about blogging my observations about this place. It’s touching the fiction part of my brain and I kinda don’t want to fuck with that. It feels a little like after you wake up and you can remember the dream perfectly but one wrong move and it’s all gone. So, yeah . . . I’ll be leaving that subject alone here.
I will tell you that I’ve had some trouble adapting. Sac can be a little tough on pedestrians and night owls. And maybe on everyone else too.
There’s also the sense that absolutely nothing I’ve done in my life before arriving here matters or even happened. Toronto, far as the locals are concerned, is a village somewhere near Vancouver. Maybe near the city of Ontario.
You’ll be happy to know that many of them have heard of world famous crack smoking mayor Rob Ford. Good job guys. (Also, if anyone asks, I was the previous mayor but was chased out of office by huskies. As is the tradition in Canada. Just like the smoking of crack.)
I also got new glasses, a new dog, some new clothes (you may have the idea that Toronto gets hot in the summer – you’re very wrong) and, uh, I’ve grown and ate a bunch of food too.
Now that I have the post about my lack of posting out of the way, I’ll try to get back into this blogging shit. I hate the posts about not posting. They’re a little ominous.
Anyway, the dog . . .