Archive for October, 2009

1. of many.

well, there she is.

the first draft.

12 chapters.

366 pages.

85,923 words.

367,012 times I hit one of these keys.

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‘writing is re-writing’ says my friend j-dub.

which means there’s still a long way to go.

problem is now there’s no going back.

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it was obviously not all written at one time.

some things from my diary,

some from this blog.

some while on a bus

or on a plane

some sitting right here.

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I’ve written in bad moods,

sometimes of out desperation.

there have been happy pages,

and some sad.

a few things I should have probably taken out

but kept in despite what might happen.

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it sounds like a travel book,

but it’s anything but.

a confession, a look-back

some realizations

and then some more.

I’d like to have taken those out,

but need to keep them back in.

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a book.

shabby, mis-spelled, no grammar

but a book nonetheless.

should I find myself unable to fix it,

it’s still a book.

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and that makes me pretty happy.

happy, whilst shitting myself.

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on second thought though,

I might need to change a few of the names.

the mojave

…more photos are up here.

the mission

…of San Juan Capistrano. more photos here.

blood.

oh, there are a handful of healthier things that we could have done.
the ocean’s only 3 minutes away.
as are the stores that sell flax-seed and fruit and whatnot.
but we drank.
from the mid-afternoon until there were only a few beers left.
we drank and we laughed.
we laughed and we smoked.
we would have fought you had our sister been here,
but we called her for a few minutes,
and so, she kind of was.
we ended up fighting each other,
and a coffee table was sacrificed in a cinematic way.
and then we laughed some more.
there were more beers and talk about a hot-tub.
but we never got there because we didn’t see the point.
there was life and love. life. and love.
sometimes combined.
and sometimes separate.
I’d say ‘you’d have to have been there’,
but I’m glad you weren’t.
’cause we’re Irish and we’re Okies.
and we laughed ’cause we we’re two Queen’s.
and by the time we could tell you that, even we didn’t get it.
there were more beers and there might have been some throwing up.
I’m sorry neighbors, but it’s better than it being up here.
I’m sorry for the coffee table,
but it was well worth the laugh.
’cause we’ll laugh about it for years to come.
and I’d rather have that,
then having to explain.
[just be glad our sister wasn't here.]