City of Legends

urk.

Having stepped back for about…oh…30-40 seconds, I have reached the almost inescapable conclusion that if I want loveaddict to be the book I want it to be, the August 16th deadline is impossible.  Yes, I know I am the guy who put out three books in 100 days back in 2005, but I was younger then (in some strange ways I am actually younger now, having adjusted my mindset).

So, here’s the current plan B, er, C…well, actually, it is probably into about Zx(q) times 10 to the 16th power, but if I stop to ponder THAT, nothing will get done (see Cantor’s work with the concept of the number Aleph, which is what drove me many years ago to decide to not pursue a career in mathematics) and I’ll just end up being a ward of the state and nothing will get done and nothing will get done and nothing will get done and you are still reading this sentence, why?

Gotcha.

Anyway, the new plan is to shoot for September 16.  That gives me time to second guess myself a few thousand more times, complete the edits and get the blurbs (thanks, Larry) , foreword and acknowledgments written and/ore completed.  The new CD, blister, should be out on time…less cleanup work for it.

Wait until you see the acknowledgements…I name names.  Many names.  Many, many names.  I had to, the inspiration pool behind the poems in this volume is huge.  Some of these names I have never dared to speak outside of a dark room with an audience of one.  I may not play connect the dots, but I will run the tape.  I will be flying in the face of at least three threats of legal action and two dear friends who asked I leave them out of my memoirs…but, you know, I think I’ve finally bottomed out on the whole covering of other people’s asses at my own expense.