you wake up to stuff

I think it was while writing my Morning Pages the movie “What We Do in Shadows” slipped through my head. I was writing about the new book, and promoting the new book and marketing the new book and hustling the new book, but there is nary a single vampire to be found in the new book – the fun subject of the movie – so if there’s a connection, you got me. Possibly it’s Gavin, with whom I first saw that movie when we rented it in a Red Box in a Safeway off West Grand Ave in Oakland on a Friday night and watched it in his fourth-floor studio three blocks up from the lake, on one of my many vacation visits there. Since Gavin said so cooly of the cover of the new book – which he saw before anyone other than Ann – “All the punks are crying now.” I guess that could be it.

I’m glad it’s Friday, and after work today I’ll have three days to sit still and read and drink coffee and ponder and reflect and keep on keepin’ on marketing the book, and within the midst of all that hopefully set up the small easel in this room of small painting space and knife and brush the rapidly hardening acrylic paint on paper or canvas, and even, if I’m more motivated than I feel here and now, get back to working on one of three writing projects still there waiting in the wings. Waving at me – “Somehow you got that one done, kid, after about 10 years. What about us?”

Anyway, it’s pretty early Friday, it’s a day for celebration, including aches and pains and aftershocks in my head. I’m still here, pumping up the volume via my big, big grateful heart, full of wonder and curiousity and a bunch of books to read. Even mine.