I’m totally thrilled; sometimes you reach for something, hit a roadblock — is this a stop, turn down another direction? Or the way through? And the only way is through. That Opening song by East Forest has a sparkly quality like bulbs, ornaments, crystal clear, with that note that’s funny, more than one. I always get a little…eee….do I want to share what songs I’ve been listening to?

It’s going to work, in other words, and it is a way, my way, Franco Franzese. I’m not sure about the whole ensemble but pretty, splicing through moments. Even if I’m not going to be done with this in a day by the end of it, I saw it even clearer, I can see it. And you kinda have to see it, right? That book jacket. I meditated on that today. A glow. Very heartfelt, celebratory, real, too, hilarious and poetic. Musical.

Carmine flapping our emotions all around the twinkling threshold of the bar, the whole thing, the man of the hour. It’s around there that the book begins to move through time that way as I wrote in my last post. Turning around the whole. The band. Now that I know that’s the way to go…driving down the highway…

What does it take to stay together? I like that. In a bar off some highway…Bukowski my best friend right now, ha, really, so thank you. A great crew, a great group that’s on the verge…soccer by then, cheers in that bar. Celebration.

Probably starts to happen in the scene with Carmine, hearing him play, the blue butterfly, remembering the music, they couldn’t believe I stopped singing, I forgot so many things. I didn’t remember who I was…but we’re still driving through Christmas…I’m not mixing up the feast days…but how that content will be distributed might change…I don’t know.

The Christmas lights hanging in the night…

So I’ll keep working on that section tomorrow.

To get to “I found myself at a feast…” December second. And keep going.

The SLAM — my cousins slammed into me: doubt after a jubilee. MY WAY.

CONCERN.

Franco Franzese.

It’s Christmas, and it’s true, if you can hit the right note, it can resonate just right.

And all that material, the real story, is just so good, and it’s amazing what they did, no? It’s true, the form can really set it free…that was a big lesson I learned.

I’ll keep playing with the rhythm, where we land, where we let go…. Franco Franzese…where we wish we never were.

It’s the fun part, the craft part, but it’s really coming together, and I never felt like this before.

So thank you in advance !!! I’ve never been happier…I want to get happier…lol. Even happier.

You know, Barbara Harris, she pops up sometimes, and she appears pretty and proud of me, so that’s a lovely feeling. I’ll get there. At least I can see a universe vibe or some governing principle start to spin…you never know. I just put up these stories on my homepage…

I just put The Western Lands by Burroughs aside to read because he splices through time and space and I found My Lives by Edmund White. These aren’t super recent but I’m just trying to find more references. I hope I can find this other book I put aside that was cinematic, more recent. But I can start to describe it better, and I’m hoping for a really strong debut: this is a good piece of work. Something I’m really proud of. Something you can’t put down. You love, I want you to love it.

I’m going to go and see if I can publish something or do something…maybe get some food and come back to this. Think about agents, too, not just a few.

Thanks for reading.