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Saturday, August 10, 2013

Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 8/10 - Zs

I zonked out on the rug last night at about eleven. I awoke and saw that Seinfeld was running. I tried to watch it but fell out again immediately. Although it was one of the heaviest sleeps of my life, I somehow awoke several times in the next two hours before I managed to drag myself to bed. I remember only one other instance of such a slumber. In the summer of 1971 I hitchhiked from Kalamazoo, Michigan, where I was attending college, to California and back during a three-week period. I didn’t get much rest on the return trip and I slept until about 6PM the next evening when friends knocked at my door to get me to a barbecue. I suspect the fact that I’m now unable to sleep past 5:30AM and I'm sometimes up by 4:30 had something to do with last night’s descent -- catching up on Zs. And this morning I had one of those vivid dreams I’ve been experiencing the past few years. There were images of a contract, toilet and bad haircut. In fact, I was angry with a barber who’d made a mess of my head. This was clearly some kind of coded message, as I haven’t had a formal haircut in several years, buzzing my head to a nub myself the first of each month. The dream had a negative tone. I guess it reflects frustration, weariness with the writer’s life. I haven’t had a web sale of any of my seven works in two months. No one said it would be easy. Toughen up, buttercup.

Things aren’t completely bleak. I’ve received the check for my jury duty service, which will cover three rounds of Monday golf, which means another longer stretch of not having to hit the ATM. And I’ve had good feedback on Killing. Marsha liked it and did not think the penultimate chapter went too far. Marie is about two-thirds through it and is enjoying it so much she does not want it to end. These are comments a struggling writer needs to hear to keep from surrendering the futile literary chase.

It had to happen. A scary looking woman who seemed to be in her 30's passed the floating book shop today. She had a large golden pendant dangling from the chain about her neck: WTF. That was the highlight of a quiet session. My thanks to the gentleman who purchased Kissing Jessica Stein (2001) on DVD. Although it received good reviews, I've never seen it, as it has gay overtones. I've boycotted such fare since it has become mandatory to praise those "in the life" or be labeled a bigot.
Vic's 4th Novel: http://tinyurl.com/bszwlxh
Vic's 3rd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic's Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic's Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic's Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
Vic’s Short Story on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/k95k3nx

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