10:40 AM

I can taste it.  Expect the announcement of the release date soon, and trust me, the wait won't be long at all. The following is a passage from the novel The Map of Time by Felix J. Palma: 

Not even the touch on the skin of the delicious breeze heralding the arrival of summer, nor caressing a woman's body, nor sipping Scotch whiskey in the bathtub until the water goes cold, in short, no other pleasure Wells could think of gave him a greater sense of well-being than when he added the final full stop to a novel.  This culminating act always filled him with a sense of giddy satisfaction born of the certainty that nothing he could achieve in life could fulfill him more than writing a novel, no matter how tedious, difficult, and thankless he found the task, for Wells was one of those writers who detest writing but love "having written." 

9:33 PM

On this last day of April, 2019, I’ve revisited my characters at the scene of their finale, in a house that in a very sentimental way, I’ve modeled after my childhood home in St. Bernard Parish. It was from that house in Arabi where I’d first imagined these characters, where via a computer keyboard I created them all and released them into existence. Now they're all back, right back to the very place where they were born, a private place that I have now made public.

I have company, so, if you'll excuse me ...

7:22 PM

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.

It's been a rewarding Easter weekend here in New Orleans with spectacular weather and much progress made on Book III. And anyone who knows me knows that I'm always looking for signs that I'm where I need to be with certain writing projects or anything else for that matter. A strong believer in the whims of the universe, I don't so much look for coincidental signs, but rather, a certain continuity in the signs themselves and the unmistakable recognition of reoccurring ones. For example, when I'd completed editing the third-to-last chapter of the novel this morning and felt accomplished in doing so, I just so happened to notice that where I'd stopped was on Page 333. Don't think this is a big deal for me? Go back and search all of my mentions of the number 3, or more importantly, the number 333 and all of the purpose and meaning that I've pumped into it. It's a really big deal to see this in my life, and as I mentioned, it's a recurring one.

And if that one wasn't enough, this past Friday night, rather late, I was working on that very third-to-last chapter, one which makes mention of the Great New Orleans Fire of 1788. Being that the first draft of this book was written a few years ago, I decided to go back and do a little research on the topic, just to make sure I'd gotten certain things correct. Keep in mind, today is Easter Sunday, and the night I was doing this research and editing this passage on this particular topic was the evening of Good Friday ...

... which just so happened to be the exact day 231 years ago that the devastating fire occurred, on the afternoon of Good Friday, 1788.

Yep, I'd say I'm right on schedule with this one.

10:11 PM

But this changes the further along I get, like a hallway stretching further into infinity while in a running dream, where the end of the hall is just out of reach. The more pages pass beneath me it seems, the more get added. I'll have to mind this.

Gonna paint a picture here: I have a desk just outside of my living room that faces diagonally the living room and the TV, and I'm leaning back now and watching the news from behind this desk after declaring myself done with the book for the night. And damn, do we live in strange times. And I'm beginning to wonder if aesthetics will survive this shift in America, if the literal will now gradually consume the conceptual as the norm when it comes to "art."

Everything has become so ... simplified.

I hope that reading and writing will still be a thing after this version of America runs its course.    

 2:24 AM

Said this a few times in the bathroom mirror tonight with the lights out, and when I turned the lights back on, I saw only myself standing there holding a Bloody Mary, the same Bloody Mary that I'd been holding when I walked in.

Such has been the last few days, lost in my birthday weekend with a few days to myself as a head start. Much progress on the book and lots of time to catch-up with people and places. Only one gig and then I was off to nothing more than being a writer, a lost weekend in every sense of the word.

Still a few days left of this sabbatical, and lots of Zing Zang Bloody Mary mix left in the fridge = Productivity.

Fight me.

1:27 PM

Just getting back to the grind here after some distractions to do with The Music Half, which means I had gigs during most of the weekends that I'd otherwise be working on the book. I did get some positive reactions from a friend of mine to The Petrified Christ, and then I would later find out that she may have some bookstore connections (and if you do, too, let's start a phenomenon). Then while getting to some key plot points as I trudge towards the end of Darker Prometheus, I noticed that there are interactions that I didn't account for in previous chapters, good stuff, the result of some significant slicing and dicing. It's okay. "My old man is a television repairman, he's got this ultimate set of tools. I can fix it."

9:03 PM

Taking a break from writing on this Mardi Gras to watch a little New Orleans royalty.

Always so mysterious to me, even as an adult. The vast, polished white floor and dim lighting, images that were burned into my mind as a child while watching it on late-night PBS on Mardi Gras eve with my parents. This is what the rest of the country needs to see when we boast proudly about our special Tuesdays once a year.

11:02 PM

Had a blast last night with the Not Real Radio gang, and thanks to everyone who tuned in. If you missed it, click here to be launched right into it. I can't say how much their support of me as a writer means to me.

Tomorrow is Mardi Gras here in New Orleans, but for me it will be a day of immersion into my fictional world.

Much more fun.

3:22 PM

A rainy Sunday in New Orleans during this the final weekend before Mardi Gras. Had a bit of a late start this weekend as a result, having spent most of the day yesterday up on blocks due to a bit too much reveling on Friday night. But today more work has been completed on III and tonight I'll be a guest alongside my buddy Scotty Elstrott on the Not Real Radio podcast. Click on over at 8PM CST to hear what's happening in pop culture, local entertainment and news from five people who will be avoiding the rest of Mardi Gras at all costs.

2:41 PM

My previous post was a work of fiction, meant to mirror where I am in the final edit of Darker Prometheus and possibly stir up interest by burring the line between fact and fiction. But unfortunately, art doesn't always need help down here in New Orleans when it comes to imitating life. Literally hours after my post, there was a real shooting on Bourbon Street around 3AM that killed one (who apparently was someone close to a friend of mine) and left two injured.

My thoughts go out to the victims and their families.