Monkey With a Typewriter
"...Look at me. I worked myself up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty."
- Groucho Marx in Monkey Business, 1931
Saturday, September 27, 2003
See how tired I was? I was lost for a whole summer there. Here's the latest. I have now been in Los Angeles for a year, and some good things have happened, and some nothing has happened. There's a lot to see and do in the city, I've met Chuck Palahniuk twice, Neil Gaiman once, Christopher Moore once, seen celebrities, discovered the fun of skating in Santa Monica by the beach, wiped out hard skating on the beach, etc. etc. etc. I'm still trying to sell the first book even as I finish the second, as well as working fitfully on my screenplay.
On a side note, we're about one week away from the big recall here. Things don't look so good. I think Arnold Schwarzenegger is going to win. His impact on the economy is still unclear, but I don't think it will do much for the state's reputation.
I'm kickboxing now. I have taken about a month's worth of classes, and I throw a mean right hook. I might even compete by the end of the year. It depends.
I want to win the lottery, and I want to sell my book.
I also want to blog more regularly, and I'd like to write cohesive pieces... which rhymes, and may be a good title for a short story collection.
I'm full of stories, and have no time to write them all down. Keep your fingers crossed.
read these books:
I am Legend by Richard Matheson.
Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken
Battle Royale by Koushun Takami
Chemical Pink by Katie Arnoldi
absolutely anything written by Amy Hempel
Maybe I could start doing a book review thing. Or movie reviews.
I watch a lot of movies. This year has been a disappointment. But there have been a few good studio movies, a few good independents.
Until next time...
(Hey, give me a break, I haven't done this in months, I don't want to strain a muscle)