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June 7, 2005
"It's been heaven"—The Very Kind of Heaven I Want Right Now
I believe I posted on this before but while I’m pasting in New York Times links—and because it’s so relevant here—let me reiterate that I am so envious of the participants in the just-ended Novel installation organized/put on by Flux Factory. The Times’s review overbills it thusly: Novelists Who Literally Lived Their Craft.
I keep thinking that I would like to sort of manually self-create similar conditions. I think I could and would if it weren’t for the financials. It’s a two-tiered issue: drug debt deep enough, and need the dough to do it.
Anyway, two of the options I think of are crashing in on writer friends.
- Option 1: Probably the best, call in a favor from a very accomplished (and often helpful with publishing and contacts) and single writer friend whose writing I admire and who (not unimportantly) has steady, decent Ivy League money coming in. He stayed at my place to finish a draft of a novel while I vaca’ed in Paris for a couple weeks a few years ago. Thus the calling-in, though I would hit him up for a lot more time, and would be a houseguest, which nobody really likes to have for more than a night or two, so I know it would be an inconvenience, but one that he may be willing to suffer if I sell it right. Ideally, I could make it a three month or so deal.
- Option 2: Go camp in the backyard of another writer friend who I very much admire. Drawbacks there are that he has a wife with cancer and a recently teenaged ghetto adoptee in the household and he mows lawns and such to get by. The mowing would be a time and energy distractant, but also is an attraction: good, simple honest hard manual labor to earn my keep and spend time with my buddy and get the blood moving and toxins sweated out. I know he’d love to have me at least for a bit, but me may have too much else on his plate, however ghostly transparent I keep.
A would-be writerlike crackhead’s daydreams.
Posted by peligrito at June 7, 2005 9:49 PM
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