I'm back from West TX. If I never go back there, I am totally fine with that. I ate more McD's and Subway in the last week than I have in a decade, although the one Mexican restaurant I frequented was quite good. I indulged in a McD's shake, which now melts, unlike the one from 1999 which did not. It tasted like cheerful science. Some dude in a lab invented that shit.
I didn't really like driving through 100+ miles of scrub with the occasional longhorn grazing by the side of the road. Give me civilization! Give me variety!
I learned a lot of good stuff, met a lot of talented ladies, and discovered that the major flaw in my novel to these women is that they didn't know what the T was or where Beacon Hill is. I told them that they are Boston things and that we could go quid pro quo on the fact that everyone besides myself and a couple of other people were setting their novels in a small Texas town in the '30s or the '50s. I know what horses are, and general stores, and I have a concept of scary abusive fathers who menace entire counties now that I've heard a slew of stories about them. I may have lived here for seven years, but man, I'm a coastal girl all the way. I miss that shit. Coasts. East, west, I don't care. Someday I'll go back.
I also have the first chapter of Novel #2 which I could not be happier about or more excited about. I am not going to say too much about it, but it is going to kick ass and I have to do some research into Catholic girls schools.
I am so glad to be home.
TONIGHT!
Geegster!
Boys of Summer featuring swarthy Scots-Egyptian
K-REEM BADR of P-graph
Hideout
8pm