[3:18 PM, 9/9/2019] Ari: [1:54 PM, 9/9/2019] Mom: How’s Rick today?
[2:04 PM, 9/9/2019] Ari: don’t really know.. haven’t seen him today
[2:12 PM, 9/9/2019] Mom: did he go to work?
[2:14 PM, 9/9/2019] Ari: no, he locked himself in a small room and there’s a foul odor emanating from it; I fear he has shuffled off this mortal coil.. that he has ceased to be… that he wouldn’t move if I pumped 20,000 volts in to him.. and he has thrown down the curtain and joined the choir invisible.. I fear he could be… AN EX- RICK
[2:14 PM, 9/9/2019] Ari: yes, he went to work
[2:24 PM, 9/9/2019] Mom: you are a smart ass
[2:24 PM, 9/9/2019] Ari: and I come by it honestly
[2:25 PM, 9/9/2019] Mom: well yeah…you really didn’t have much of a chance
Funny things happen when fall rolls around.. I start thinking about good old November. And I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that while I do have another fae book in me, it’s going to have to wait.
That’s right, I’m going for the real book.. the liter’ry effort. The adult fiction in which I explore themes of connection among the disconnected, grief, severance of body from soul, definition of self, divinity of self, sin, and redemption.
Sounds like a nice, light read for the beach, amirite?
Curiouser and Curiouser 