I am deep in the sweaty, smelly forest of editing right now. Day 2. I have to get these changes to the novel done soon, so that I can take that mofo out of my 'in tray' and focus on other stuff...like drinking wine and watching The Wire. I mean...like inking-dray ine-way and atching-way the Ire-way. Yeah, that's it. Fuckers will never crack that code! Wind-Talkers eat your heart out! (OK, I'm a bad person).
The hipsters invade my neighborhood on the weekends to bitch about their 'really intense' film classes at NYU, so I've retreated to Ashbox, the cafe in our industrial zone. If it were any closer to the rotting waterfront of Greenpoint, you'd see Marlon Brando there petting pigeons. Only Matt will get that.
Praying it doesn't get too hot so that I can keep my window seat. Also, if anyone has suggestions for the first novel, let me know, because it will be on its way to Ace soon.