I’ve been pretty busy opening The Corner Bookstore (of which it seems necessary to note I do not own, but am managing), and it’s left the well of writing rather dry of time, and quite neglected. I genuinely consider this to be one of the more difficult things to deal with, and have to acknowledge that there is little in life that makes me as happy as writing, no matter how nonsensical it may be at times. But, I’m getting things ironed out with the store, and whittling down my schedule to a mere 55 hours a week, and will be back at it again soon.
Which is important, for more than the obvious reason. The more pressing matter is that, despite what I might have believed in February, Flutter: An Epic of Mass Distraction, is not yet finished. It lacks, in fact, a third act. A third act that was, until a few weeks ago, meant to be a third book in the Anointed series (which was never meant to be a series, but what the hell, right?). Which would seem to be a bummer–and is–but isn’t as bad as it seems. The truth is, Flutter will be a better book for it. It will take you for a longer, and wilder, ride, leaving you just as breathless as dear Timothy will be by book’s end.
And, in a nice twist, and flagrant ode to one of my favorite writers–Douglas Adams–I can now refer to Flutter as: The Second, and final book, in the Anointed Trilogy. Why not? Makes me laugh, and as long as my publisher’s up for it, then so be it (Or, “and, so it is,” if you happen to be a Pretty Wild junkie like me…I mean, come on! This isn’t real, right?).
The downside is that my October release is now somewhere in the front end of 2011. So, yeah. But it’ll be out there. That’s what matters.
Anyhoo…I had too much coffee this morning, and…wait…no, there’s no such thing as too much coffee. Strike that. Ahem. I had more coffee this morning than I typically have–by design in order to kickstart a Monday that followed a weekend of moving my stuff into storage by myself (what!?!?!)–and decided in a heightened state of euphoria, that what coffee lacks is an operatic ode to its importance in our daily lives. Something on the Bugs Bunny scale. You know what I mean. This one:
Something epic. Something tragic, yet redeeming in the end. Something that seems to jump on a skateboard, and roll along at ludicrous speed (Ah…Spaceballs), before crashing in a coma-like burn as the caffeine wears off.
Something sort of like this:
(man holding a cup of coffee in the air)
Coffee! You are so excellent!
I love to drink you in the morning,
afternoon, evening, and night!
And most any time in between!
(insert hoppy little musical interlude, as our man dances about with his cup of coffee, drinking it in large gulps)
I drink you with breakfast, I drink you with lunch,
I drink you with most anything that I can munch,
I drink you to think, I drink you to write,
I drink you despite you make me, um, not sleep at night!
You give me the shakes, you give me a buzz,
You are an addiction I can’t quit because,
I don’t remember what life was like living without
you, which isn’t a sad but is something I love!
Coffee you’re excellent!
You make my life livable!
Each time I drink you,
I feel so much better!
With each sip I’m happier!
With cream you’re just like dessert!
Coffee you’re excellent!
FTW, LMAO, LOL!
(our coffee drinker, in his exuberant celebratory state,
drops his coffee in a colossal crash)
What have I done?
Your brilliance shines so bright
upon the floor!
Oh, noes, coffee!
You were once in my hands,
these deceitful, clumsy, claws.
Now you are lost,
and I don’t know for how long!
Not to say that you weren’t a joy!
Still I regret your splaying on the floor!
But I just thought…just now in fact,
that perhaps I could, perhaps just now,
make some more instead!
I will drink you again!
(the thunderous final note brings the house down)
Sure, it needs some work, but it’ll do for now. And I need more coffee.