Dreams

I have risen to new heights in my daytime job, but do I want that?  Not really...that other dream to be a serious storyteller is always gnawing in my brain like a cancer.  One can't shake what he is when he isn't by society terms.

I tried to set up another new cellphone given to me for my birthday and hoped to be able to write and edit stories from a mobile advantage but it didn't work. Darn...

Sometimes writing is a lot like sex...you can't wait to get it up with the right character.

A successful writer probably needs just one lover who loves him deeply & passionately. No more than that.

A writer told me today in order to be a successful writer I need to write every day.

​Monday thru Sunday. No exceptions.

While last night I ran into an arrogant novelist in Aunt Charlie's in heart of the Loin who was writing or rather editing on a mini laptop at the bar and sipping a cocktail and he boasted of his third book tour and he went on and on about it.

Slightly flamboyant he set the scene for everyone by playing all the music at the jukebox. A lot of that throbbing 1980s stuff thrown in with that Broadway crap that makes me want to throw up when I hear it sometimes.  

​I suspected he was some kind of size queen who had his better days back then. I never asked him what he wrote about and left it at that...

Last Friday I ran into a ballet dancer, a beautiful man he is; he made us coffee & showed me his manuscript, a great big pile as big as PaintedPeopleStory, he's re-writing.  His parents were important newspaper writers from Boston or rather suburban Brookline, his dad being a publisher and owner of a newspaper there.  High society types. Said he recently returned to Boston area and hated Boston because it was filled with so many white people and not all kinds of people of colour like San Francisco.  We share a love of photography, Italy and David's ass, the world's most beautiful ass ever sculptured, in Florence.

So I've decided a successful writer probably needs just one lover who loves him deeply & passionately. No more than that. I believe I have found that in possibly one lover I cherish and love very much . . .  

Thus, writing (for me) is more important than having a boy or girl in every port. Pages don't age as profoundly old & useless as men.