I am badly in need of a new mattress. There is nowhere to sit in here save at the desk or on the bed, and the old mattress is like a squashed parallelogram. It's well past warped. Being sick, I am more conscious of how uncomfortable it is. I sink into the mattress, there's no support, my aches worsen. This is whole apartment is a nightmare. I don't have a light. There's a desk light--that's it. The ceiling lights don't work. They're fried.
"Post-Fletcher" will be the first story in The Ghost Grew Legs: Stories of the Dead for the More or Less Living. This will be a volume of ghost stories unlike any there has ever been--a total reinvention and reimagining of the form. A redefinition of what ghosts are, too. I have most of it, but I also have a considerable amount to write.
More work on "Swoony and Moony." It is very good. A forty-something-year-old man writing in the voice of a woman in her mid-seventies. May be going into Longer on the Inside. Depends on what else is in there and the relationship/fit.
This performance of "A Quick One (While He's Away) by the Who from The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus may be the best single song live performance in rock and roll history. Well, actually it is. They were especially tight from all of the time in the studio working on Tommy.