1 post tagged “basketball”

I'm posting, frankly, just to be writing something.  I've got inertia of the fingers, if not of the brain, and the only way to shake it off is to start slapping words onto the screen.  So here we are, me and this blog, staring each other down like cowboys in a Leone film (I get to be Lee Van Cleef; fuck you, blog).  It's been a while since I've been here.  I'd totally forgotten I'd picked a theme of skulls with cranberry eyes.  I'll leave it for now. 

Querying continues apace.  I've had two requests for the full manuscript now (one agent, one publisher), and got two very nice, very positive, very energizing "no, thank yous" for my trouble.  The publisher used words like "intensely readable" and "laugh out loud funny without trying too hard," and the agent said it was like a Miranda July movie produced by the Coen Brothers and directed by Tarantino.  So as rejections go, I'm feeling pretty good.  I took some time off over the holidays because I figured everybody was busy being a slackass drunkard like me.  But I've gotten a membership in the Mystery Writers of America and plan to keep sending the book out, hopefully using their resources to work smarter.

The missus and I weathered a big time crisis and have come out better for it.  It shook us up but also seems to have gotten our priorities back in whack.  A conscious kindness to each other has morphed into re-kindled attraction and a fair amount of hot, groping sex.  Which is good.  We like each other better and love each other stronger (and bang each other goofy).  A-plus on that.

I'm still ambivalent about comedy.  Still doing two or three shows a week and making good dough, but the Eye of the Tiger has dimmed, and frankly, I don't miss it so much.  I'm definitely thinking of my career in the past tense, even if the financial reality hasn't caught up to that yet.  It's still fun, I'm still funny, and I can still hold my own, but I don't have that hunger anymore, and frankly, I'm beginning to see that hunger for the pathetic desperation it really is.  I was never good at the "hey, look at me!  look at me!" aspect of being in showbiz, but now I'm finding myself with active contempt for people who're good at it.  I'll still sell you a CD if you want, though. 

I now like basketball, and want a Rajon Rondo jersey stat.

The knuckleheads are maniacal, destructive little bundles of unconditional love, one of whom won't wear pants and the other of whom is getting ninja-like in his sneaking of snacks, and I thank the God-Universe for them every single day, even when I'm scrubbing jelly off the TV.

And the new American Gladiators?  Oh, HELL YES.