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I didn't take a single photo on the trip. I was too busy looking at things.

On July 28 I started the new book, tentatively entitled COME AND BECOME. 2800 words in. It's surprising how easily I've slipped back into longform writing.

I'm contemplating a short story collection for electronic publication, something like Kindle. No idea how that works. Need to check into it soon.

COUNTING AND GEARING DOWN

Two days until Lynn and I depart.

Ahead of schedule on the book. Halfway through the final scene. I should finish it tomorrow and have my desk cleared for the trip (not counting obligations awaiting my return).

I'll be taking B&W photos for one of the editing projects I have lined up. Print. Poetry/Flash on New Orleans. More on that later.

Disenthralled will resume in August.

I will most likely be out of touch from Wednesday until the end of the month. I now have a cellphone but couldn't tell you the number offhand. I may be able to check Faceplant from time to time, so you can reach me there if necessary.

FIVE AGAINST ONE

Five days until we leave for New Orleans.

I submitted two poems this week. Couldn't help myself. One of them went to the best litmag online--I suppose I shouldn't name them, since I work with so many people. But they are. The other went to an anthology, for a group I admire and would like to begin publishing with.

Hit page 199 on the book this morning. Two key scenes and one transitional scene remaining. I'm halfway through the first of the two major scenes. It'll be close. I will probably have only the final chapter to complete when I head out Wednesday night. I plan to finish it on the road, either longhand or on Quin's laptop, if I can sneak it away from her.

I have a thing for black pencils with #3 lead. Keep that in mind when Christmas rolls around.

SOMEWHERE ELSE

This is what I've been doing for the past two months.

When I was out in CA, a while back, I wrote a feature-length screenplay. A director expressed an interest in it, but couldn't get the project organized. I shelved it. The story has been nagging at me, though, with re-vamped scenes appearing in short stories over the past year or so.

In mid-May, I decided to adapt it as a novel. The title may no longer be available (a TV series with the same name appeared shortly after I passed the screenplay around), so I've been using the working title SOMEWHERE ELSE. It's a crime story. Noir as noir gets. "Everybody smokes, everybody dies," as I explained to my daughter.

The writing itself has been a lot of fun. The novel quickly took on a life of its own. It's not just a matter of filling in the blanks: although the basic plot remains, the pacing is different and so many new scenes have been added that the middle section bears little resemblance to the original work.

As of this morning, I'm 173 pages in. Writing a novel is largely a matter of commitment and endurance. I average 3 pages a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on the momentum and how much time I have available. At 3 pages a day, however, the book should be finished by or around the end of this month, when I depart for New Orleans.

As soon as it's done, I'm going to write another--a horror novel that is taking shape--then come back for a revision.

Meanwhile, I've stopped writing poetry and short fiction. Sporadic pieces happen and I try to meet reasonable submission requests, but I haven't set out to deliberately write any short-form work since May 15. Too often things get put aside because I attempt too much at once. I'm determined to finish this book without interruption.

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Over at disenthralled:

I have a new issue of Paul D. Brazill's WARSAW MOON ready to go up today and several others awaiting photography. Hopefully I'll be caught up by August or September and can decide what's next for the site.

Walter

DAMN THAT HOWLING!

145 pages into the crime novel. While I finish this, I am going to immerse myself in classic horror, then use my road trip to New Orleans as the basis for a horror novel. Currently reading THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU by H.G. Wells (a nice Berkley paperback edition from 1968 with a hellish cover).

I have no desire to write short stories or poetry at the moment, but do have a strange long-form momentum going.

I won't be driving down to N.O. alone, after all. I'll be taking a friend, which will make the journey every bit as special as the vacation itself. Roughly three weeks until we set out.

A MONTH OR TWO OF MOONGLOW

Waiting on material to finalize issues of disenthralled.

103 pages into the novelistic adaptation of an original screenplay. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to have characters grow in a work of this length, catch you off-guard, do things you hadn't expected that spin the plot in new directions. Begun in mid-May. At this pace, it might be finished by the time I head to New Orleans, the morning of July 22.

I have a stack of unsubmitted poetry to get out, but am not sure this will be next on the agenda. I may write a horror novel, as soon as I end the present one, to give myself a little distance before I undertake the rewrite. Set on the road. Inspired by the work of the Lovecraft Circle, Arthur Machen. E.T.A. Hoffman also seems like he'll figure in, although I can't imagine know how just yet. I will not push the idea. Not even a single note. When it comes, I'll start banging the keys. I want this book to really move in the writing as well as the reading.

As for the trip, I will be driving to Slidell, Louisiana on my own, possibly stopping a few hours out the night before I'm to meet the friend who is graciously putting me up (having family put me up, that is). Three days in and around New Orleans. I've done my share of rambling, but have never visited the southeastern corner of the U.S. No fixed schedule, as usual. Lots of hanging out. Having coffee. Wandering through the city. Perhaps a stop at the legendary Myrtles Plantation or a similar location for some impromptu ghost hunting. I should have a cellphone by that time--my first ever, I'm finally caving in--to provide updates on the trip at facebook or twitter.

BLISTERS ON A PHOTOGRAPH

Thanks to those who have been stopping by and leaving comments.

There is a new special up at disenthralled, featuring the artwork of IRA JOEL HABER and writing of PETRA WHITELEY:

HABER/WHITELEY

Subs will CLOSE May 31, 2010 at dis, so I can catch up on posting what I've received.


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I have a poem called "leach" in the March edition and another called "the back again" in the April edition of Graffiti Kolkata Broadside. They are currently going over the manuscript for my chapbook, OUR SECRET END, which should be out soon.

I'm taking a break from submitting new work to focus on a longer project and clear my desk for the summer.

This July, I have a road trip to New Orleans planned with a friend. While there, we intend to stare at greasy birds, smoke like smokers, drink coffee with chicory and hang with writers, artists, photographers and musicians we know online.

If you live nearby or will be in the area, let me know: pitchbrite@gmail.com.