how are you?

I've been doing a lot of swimming lately. And eating. But I haven't been writing. That seems to be my summertime affliction.

I taught my son how to dive yesterday. What the hell else would I be doing? The sun was shining, there was a swimming pool. Bad weather is conducive to getting shit onto the page. When it gets dark at 5, and it's raining, I sit in my chair. I fear for things. I write.

Sententia 3 is coming out soon. The first 2 and a half chapters of my novel Zero are in there. The idea is that somebody'll read them and want to publish the whole book. If that doesn't happen I might get a little pissed off. It's a good book. I read the last page the other day and cried. I don't remember what the weather was like when I wrote it, but I doubt I wanted to go outside that day.

(I've been reading Georges Simenon books. The ones without detectives. They're pretty damn good.)

Hope you're doing well.