Getting down to the final scenes in the Bobby Dollar first draft. I’m leaning toward saving “Sleeping Late on Judgement Day†for the third volume and calling this one “The Dirty Streets of Heaven.†Continue reading
So then: yet another nabbed opportunity for your correspondent, to mark time before it marks his only occasionally sorry self. And have we ever charged, trucked, slumped and galumphed manfully along since our last installment: through the cruel into the … Continue reading
Well, it’s a relief to know that when I get time to write I can still do it. But poor Bobby Dollar, angel without portfolio, is in a lot of trouble. I wouldn’t want to be one of my characters when I’m in a bad mood. My divorce earned Simon Mooncalf about three months on the wheel of torment. Continue reading
Even the dogs, beset by house-sale events, are building themselves defensive forts. Continue reading