Favorite thing I wrote today:

“You have a seven grand a month hooker habit, Larry,” Etta said as she sat down at the table.

“That’s a lot of trips to the boulevard, especially for an out of work janitor,” Ella added.

Aren’t they glorious?

The note cards for all the scenes are done, I think. They are done for right now… a giant load off my broken mind. If anyone ever tells you that writing a book is easy… just sock ‘em in the face. If anyone ever tells you writing anything is easy, really, give ‘em a good fist to the ol’ face.