I’m realizing I’m not much of a blogger. I like to let it well and swell then bleed and seep through the pores. I like to sit in the dark and slip the shadows and only throw pages from behind trees or in a swift blur of a drive-by.
Like Sherman Alexie said, there’s always something to write about. I just appreciate my 20/20 hindsight and prefer explosion to smolder.
‘Behind the Wheel’ is set for a January 13 release through Musa Publishing. They’ve kind of relegated me to abandoned stepchild status for the time being, but I know other brothers and sisters are standing in line ahead of me. I’m contemplating the phrase ‘pecking order.’
I’m still in Brazil and nobody’s getting me to leave without a fight. The two marriage arrangements didn’t quite work out, e o fudidão esta demorando, but there’s still hope he could come through with that work visa.
I haven’t been to the island for a month. In two weeks I’ll be there for nine days if all goes according to plan. No shoes, no shirt, and a roll of the dice. Surf, fogeiras, gatinhas, cervejinhas, churrasqueirinhas e minha galeira tambem.
I’ve recently completed a Portuguese to English translation titled A Flower in the Concrete that debuts in August or September. There should be a party and press event. Should open a few doors and maybe get me a few dates.
I’m looking forward to Jim Northrup’s newest novel out this fall, and that’s all for now.