1. So Bart’s about three months ahead of me. His book is DONE. Fucking done, man. Get ready, motherfuckers. You can read about it here.
2. Added about five pages to my most difficult-to-make-perfect chapter today. Which puts me on page 110 of 172 in rewrites and edits. Been spending days on ideas, weeks on a page. The next few chapters will go fast. Sat in the barn all day today with the big door open and hashed it out. 105 degrees. Fuck. If I can get through the next chapter tomorrow it’ll be smooth sailing until the last 20 pages which are do or fucking DIE. Oh yeah, the book’s about love and lust and it’s a mean bastard (with a big heart).
3. Reading a biography on Faulkner. It’s making me hate him. Liars. I don’t like liars. I wouldn’t stick with it if his books weren’t so hot-white-good. On As I Lay Dying as well. Quarter way through. Pretty good. It’s no Wild Palms or Sanctuary, though. I like the fastmovers.
4. I feel so good about the book right now. It’s so much bigger and better than Hymn California. So much more expansive and exciting. I’ve been trying to tell this story all my life. I can’t believe I’m actually doing it now. Fuck.
5. This shit is so exciting I can’t stand it.
-Adam
