I am actually getting used to life after the process of furiously writing a novel (which is sort of a piece of crap, but in a nice way). I sleep. I talk to people. Amazing thing.
I still have to put an ending on the thing and get it ready for publication. No, I have no contract. However, there are plenty of self-publishing places online.
I get to read books again now. Time for Proust, I think….
Playing: Number Four(Gordon) from the album “Daddy Plays The Horn” by Dexter Gordon
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