Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light

Windswept is on the shelf. Indefinitely. This is a band breaking up. We are all still friends. Who knows what the future holds. It was time. Etc.

I've got a side-project. It's a novel about friends and the lottery. It's somewhere in the neighbourhood of 1000 words long right now, although the bulk of it is written on Loto Quebec printouts and needs to be typed up, and what has been written is a bit from all over in the narrative, cobbled willy-nilly from flashes of inspiration while at work.

Anyway, it's less ambitious, tighter, and I can see the whole of it in my mind much better than I could see Windswept when I was starting out. I loved that old thing but it wasn't built on a strong foundation. I guess I hope I'll have the energy and the guts to come back to it someday. But right now it feels like all the other novels that I started and didn't finish back in the day, through NaNoWriMo. Good in places but irreparably flawed and incapable of making it out into the world on its own two (whatever) legs.

New novel, code-titled J.H.W.H., is less frilly, less poetic. It's about a story. I'm going to try to contain my tendencies to go off ridiculously. It's a first person narrative, which I'm pretty new at, but the character is pretty there in my mind so I'm not too worried. Anyway we'll see how it all goes.

So that's that. Windswept was getting harder and harder to fly. I think I have a good chance with this new story.

So out with the thinning wings and in with the winning things.

Domino's and I Have the Same Ideas About 21st-Century Child-Rearing

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untitled grind

i wonder which i hate worse: being poor or working. we'll find out, i guess. i've applied to five jobs now so far this summer. it amazes me every now and then that i actually have gotten one and that i may get a second yet—better yet, that it is my avowed intent to do this very thing. i told elise—she from the upstairs, she of the mustache—this yesterday, albeit in french. who is this typing this blog? what has he done with the proverbial real me? who knows. i'm always being visited by the feeling, a few hours into a given shift: this isn't that bad. and then i get paid and that's a minor miracle. money money money. if i can actually get that second job i will wind up in a wholly new position: possessing money i don't have the time to spend. now that would be something.