Friday 3/27/20 People coming out of the woodwork. I will not give it the time or the energy. My focus is on one thing, and one thing only, and that is gettin...

Thursday 3/26/20 I am going to have to finish this tomorrow. Have been writing since six this morning. Spoke to E. There is not going to be a funeral for her...

Thursday 3/26/20 I wish I could share that interview I gave on Sam Cooke but Ryan hasn't put up the podcast yet. He doesn't want to share stuff like that rig...

Thursday 3/26/20 Two Mozart scholars meet in the library stacks at the conservatory. One hums the opening of the Jupiter symphony, the other the Dies Irae po...

Thursday 3/26/20 It is not eight in the morning and I have composed an excellent new story, called "The Horn Players (Stackable Variations)," which takes the...

Wednesday 3/25/20 I am the definitive proof that the least relevant quality in the world right now is talent. I didn't run today. It's just too depressing to...

Wednesday 3/25/20 She woke up, felt around her back, there they were, the holes, all five, just above her waist. Each was a different size corresponding to a...

Wednesday 3/25/20 I wrote a perfect work of fiction today called "Sound Holes." I have written thirty-eight short stories in 2020. That's the fiction. That's...

Tuesday 3/24/20 Good Christ I'm writing at a high level. Just one thing after another, completely different from what proceeded it. Just composed an 800 word...

Tuesday 3/24/20 The "it" being this 5000 word essay on Sherlock Holmes and breakfast, which will be adjusted for inclusion in the memoir, Saving Angles: Find...

Tuesday 3/24/20 Many people in publishing backload excuses into their lives. They are themselves excuses incarnate. They are passive, almost never active, we...

Monday 3/23/20 Ran three miles. Tenth day in a row. Much more importantly, I did that alternate version of "Shed," which will now be considered the definitiv...

Monday 3/23/20 The night, he thought, has a way of shifting into itself—an assertion of its night-ness even while the color of sky stays the same, the clock ...

Monday 3/23/20 I have to hustle. There is just so much to do. Yesterday marked 1386 days (198 weeks) without a drink. I ran three miles and walked ten. This ...

Saturday 3/21/20 Ran three miles, walked five. I have a version of "Shed" with a different ending and also a different title. Alternate. Options. I can do an...

Saturday 3/21/20 Okay. I'm only giving away a very little bit of this. It's too timely, it's too spot on, for me to give much of it away on here. The story n...

Saturday 3/21/20 Woke up at five, began work. Before I begin work, I look at some Facebook posts from losers in publishing who never write anything and who w...

Friday 3/20/20 I have to haul ass. It's almost noon, I had a crippling anxiety attack that I felt was going to knock me dead this morning. I am not functioni...

Friday 3/20/20 The bodies looked like flattened wheelbarrows in the dark. Marcy crawled as if to touch any would cause her to be detonated. They were mines i...