I sold another book. It surprises me when that happens A perfect stranger walked into a bookstore and picked up my book of poems, and bought it. What are the chances of that? I want to know who these people are, and thank them personally. They make me happy.
I’ve been trying keep busy. I’ve been working on short stories, and practicing my guitar. I’m still building my cabin, still trying to get the siding up. The cabin is built on a slope and the slope is getting in the way of productivity. I dug a trench to lay some pipe to put in a sink. The gray water will run out under the cabin to what will be a vegetable garden. I’ll have to fence the garden in they’re a lot of varmints in the area, squirrels and possums, skunks, things that like a free meal.
I’d like to take a trip somewhere, Harbin hot springs, or Milwaukee, Denver sounds nice. I need to go somewhere, anywhere. I need to meet new people. I need to drink in a new environment. Los Angeles is getting me down. It’s stagnant right now. At least for me it is, of course it’s not. There is so much to do it’s hard to keep up. I don’t keep up most times.
