We only heard one side of the Dentist’s conversation but it was enough to discern where he and Rosso had planned to meet: some café on the pedestrian mall just adjacent to the same playground where Rosso and I had had our discussion just prior. Either he wanted a public space to avoid any drama […]
Sitting on the bench after Rosso left I started thinking about my life. Who was I, now, exactly? I truly didn’t know anymore.
I wasn’t one of the college boys ambling past me, unable or unwilling to lift their feet of the ground when the walked by – never had been. At that age I was already in my first year at the police academy back in Chicago, back when the minimum age to join was 19 and no college was required. […]
Okay, so last night was my turn again and I cut and pasted all the daily entries between my last one and yesterday’s so I could read them all together as one chunk of text leading up to what I would write to keep the story going. Also, this allowed me to read the stuff […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … After the third time I had dialed Kevin’s number and gotten his goddamned annoying voice mail message I decided to call Carol: no dice, left her a message also. I had never bothered to pay a lot of attention to his personal life, such as it was, since he arrived […]
Okay, time for my take on the overall process of our collaborative novel writing experiment thus far: First, I’m quite pleased with how it’s going and am impressed with the work that’s been coming in from all involved both for its quality as well as the fact that producing that amount of writing each day […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … What, exactly, is there to talk about Mr. Cervetti?” he asked. “Lenny.” “What?” “You can call me Lenny,” I said. “Nobody calls me Cervetti except for my P.O.” “Ah, still on parole then?” he asked, “I wonder how your parole officer would feel about what you’ve been doing out here […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries “Did you see the moon tonight?” he said. “No,” I said, “why?” “It doesn’t even look real, it looks like a painting of the moon, like at an opera.” “Have you ever even been to an opera?” I asked him. “No,” he said, “why?” “Then how would you know what it […]