This One is Out of Order
I'm confused on the order of entries that I wrote and I don't want to fix it.
I settled in enough to start thinking about the book. The actual process of writing it anyway, which in my mind is important, having never written one of these things before. Years ago I saw a magazine layout – I think it was a magazine layout – of pictures of Jacqueline Suzanne (SP) mapping out one of her novels on a bunch of blackboards, or corkboards or something; and that has stuck with me. From the time I started to think about this those pictures have been floating in the back of my mind and they came to me this morning when I woke.
It also occurs to me that I've joined the Oprah nation. Or a cross between her and Rikki Lake (SP) in that this endeavor could prove to be far more embarrassing than I had previously imagined. This doesn't include the fact that even if the book turns out well most people won't read it or like it. Even better (for the voyeur) is if it really sucks. Think of the combined acting skills of Keneau Reeves (SP) and that little shoplifter girl in that Dracula movie that I couldn't wait to see about ten years ago. At least they got paid.
So now I need to get blackboards, or their modern equivalent, and some corkboards, and a printer. And an espresso machine, which is on the agenda for today. Marisol is off seeing to the car while I get some coffee in me.
