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Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Writer's Life 4/10 - Sweetness

Pop culture is endlessly fascinating. A Brooklyn company is making and selling a Chocolate Moses, described as edible-copper-dusted (?). In an article in today's NY Post, Catherine Curan cites the company's plan: "... profit from this prophet." Jesus and Buddha are also available. No word of when Mohammad will be in the product line. Don't hold your breath.

There is a burgeoning political scandal in NYC involving slush funds that may involve Mayor Bill de Blasio. I wonder if his thinking goes along the lines of: I'm a Marxist, naturally aligned with the angels. My corruption is therefore forgivable, as I work for the greater good.

Yesterday, in the last game of the NHL regular season, Alex Ovechkin of the Washington Capitals had a hat trick, the three goals bringing his total to 50, the seventh time he has reached that benchmark. Kudos.

I rooted around for appropriate thoughts on the senses to serve as headers for the five parts of my next novel. So far I've found interesting ones for all but smell. Here are the four that have made the first cut, subject to change:
"Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods." - Emerson. Love it, but not sure I'll use it.
"Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" - Marlowe. I definitely will use this, probably to kick off part one.
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." - Plato. I probably will use it.
"We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes come mixed with sadness." - Pierre Corneille, a French writer from the 1600's with whom I was unfamiliar until this morning. Although I love the quote and it fits thematically, it relates to touch metaphorically rather than physically. I will use it only if I don't find anything more appropriate.

Two days ago my old Exchange buddy Enrique, whom I hadn't heard from in a while, updated his Facebook profile photo to one that shows a guitar strapped to his torso. Today he and his lovely better half, Mo, came walking along 9th Street, below 5th Avenue in Park Slope, where I'd set up the floating book shop. They were on their way to mass. He was one of my all-time favorite Exchange employees. He worked hard, did anything that was asked of him, was always pleasant, and never lost his cool amid the frequent chaos. He's now driving for Access-A-Ride, which is unionized, so he has benefits. He has the perfect personality for it. He and Mo, who read my first three books, Close to the Edge, Adjustments and A Hitch in Twilight, were kind enough to purchase Killing and Rising Star. My thanks, and also to the gentleman who purchased two novels, the young woman who bought four works of non-fiction, and the one who bought five children's books.
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