Tuesday 11/25/25 I don't look at it as writing because I see what everyone else writes, and how they write, and I see what writers throughout history have done, and what they did and do isn't what I do. What I do is a different thing. It's something else. And there isn't anything else similar to this thing I do. I've been working on "Dead Thomas" this morning. It's getting close. Got 1000 words shorter so far today--down to 6500 words. We'll do some prose offs later. You thi

Tuesday 11/25/25 It'll never happen--he would need to be alive--but Red Sox broadcaster Ned Martin should be in the Hall of Fame. One of the best to do it from a time when people were better at their jobs. Erudite and entertaining. Hearing his voice on the air was baseball. Baseball in New England. Boston Red Sox baseball. Martin didn't have the national presence that Vin Scully did. But does the idea of the Boston Red Sox as being indicative of the life forces of New England

Monday 11/24/25 I include something like this in the record because it's telling and says a lot. And I think the truth and being forthright and clear and putting words to what is happening and why and what I am and why what I'm doing is not what others are doing is crucial to whatever chance I have, if I have any chance. Addressing things, to get ahead of other things, and stopping the negating of a chance because someone who can't or hasn't thought isn't or won't be aware on

Monday 11/24/25 I just composed a 2600 word essay. It's ten AM. I've written 5000 words thus far today, which doesn't include the considerable amount of work on "Boom the Ball." This essay is brilliant, hilarious, sobering, unpredictable, and sure to induce multiple forms of tears. This had to be done today if it is going to run this year, but it may have to wait until next year. This is how it begins: Before Thanksgiving became a speed bump on the capitalist road between Hal