It's sure been a cold, cold winter. I've never liked winter. I grew up in the middle of Illinois and could not wait to move somewhere warm. I left my hometown for the frozen corn fields of northern Illinois where it was even colder, landed in Chicago (way cold) and finally moved to New York City (still cold). After almost a decade here in Brooklyn I'm finally getting out of the icy winds and snow and moving to Los Angeles. Hopefully forever. As Johnny Cash sang, "Somewhere out in California is where I ought to be so I'll pack up my troubles and take 'em to the coast."
The new novel is finished and off with the new agent while I wait for his notes. Once we work through those we'll send it out in the world and see what happens. I told myself I wouldn't read it again until after the new year so I better dig it out. The BLACK DOGS screenplay is in a similar limbo while I wait for notes back from the director and producer. I'm just here sitting in the waiting room, I guess. I don't well with sitting still. Hell, I can barely sit through a movie. I have to stay busy and have already started outlining Novel #3. I should be packing.
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