City of Legends

First off, let me start by pointing out the Feed Burner box to the right. If you use it, they will email you what I post here, without you having to come here to check. No kidding. I know many people who use it and I think you should think about it, unless you like to see the design and leave comments (a rarity here).

Secondly, the weekend of weirdness continues. I just got off the phone a few minutes ago with the fifth from last person anyone would ever guess.

No, not Ann (second ex-wife). And no, not Nancy (first love). Not the other Nancy (Brigit), either. And, no, not Alisha (that would even shock me).

It was my friend, former lover and peer Karla Frances Sasser, aka The Mad Gypsy. Seems she’s been following my professional and relationship news via my newsletter and was on her way back from a weekend with my poetry family..my big sis, Claibie and the amazing Larry Sampson, Dear old friends. I feel positively sustained and I promised to stop by the next time I make a cross country exile dash (I feel one coming on),

I was mucking around on Face Book briefly this evening when I came across an application I had all but forgotten, relating to my resolutions and goals for 2008. We’ll assume the one I flipped over on Day One is still valid, and that we can focus on the other four: Return to California, finish novel (or two), finish screenplay and find something true.

Truths, I have found, are a dime a dozen. Relevant truths a bit tougher to come by, Karla reminded me of that, and I thank her. She told me that no one she knew was better dealing with difficult times than me.

The return to California, which I have been envisioning as a whirlwind vacation a deux seems still on the books (I haven’t been told otherwise) but it is likely now to be part of a full on move back "home". Let’s face it, people, I was never happier than in Venice Beach. In the absence of a stabilizing and motivating relationship, which is where my heart really resides and I would live in a shed in Antarctica if that’s what it called for, my physical address should be just south of Santa Monica. The extra money I can generate in that environment will help fix many, many other things. The ability to focus is tuned by the night blooming jasmine. The Pacific Ocean has the second strongest draw on my soul of all things. You-know-who has a permanent lease.

The screenplays and novels are in the works, something you may notice if you associate with my new blog "Random Drafts and Chapters". It is interesting finally getting some of these to air.

So progress is slow, reverses are inevitable and life goes on. I’m weak but game, and my natural romanticism (which has, let’s face it, been brutalized in the past by some rather nasty treatment) is reasserting itself with a vengeance. Even my ex-wife Jan has expressed sympathy.

Wow, am I that beat up?