Night clubbing...

The new novel has finally taken off. An excerpt will be printed here, if and when I hit cross that crucial 20,000 words threshold. That's my marker that this thing has legs and I can maintain steam.

I will have to be careful. The last one opens with a suicide. This one opens with a live sex show in a warehouse and it's going to be sort of funny and a bit dark. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I want to be that kind of writer...

I'm getting tons of inspiration from the building next door on my weekend job. The tenants haven't figured out how to work the cords on the window blinds. You never know what you're going to see when you just look up. Among other things I've seen lately is what appeared to be a 70s porn revival on a big screen tv.

I don't go to look. I do respect their privacy, but I do have to leave my building to smoke. Yes, I'm smoking on the weekends. I don't smoke at home or usually on weekdays. I'm trying to kick, but I've gotten in the habit Saturday nights of smoking to sort of break the monotony. I could try gum, but it smells funny when you light it.

Anyway, that's when I tend to see things I shouldn't. This would all go away if I'd just quit smoking, but it's kind of been helpful. It's a problem...