Sunny today, and I ought to be at Pride, but I'll sit here and write, instead.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,794 words on Blood Oranges. And considered changing the title of the book to Diary of a
I'm trying to figure out the dedication for Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart. It was easy with The Ammonite Violin & Others. Diane Arbus was the only choice that made any sense. But this time I have a list, and I'm considering Henry Darger, Angela Carter, Francis Bacon, and Robert Mapplethorpe. Anyway, blah, blah, blah. I should brush my teeth.