We could be Heroes?

Just for one day.

The weather is finally turning into something good. My window's open, letting in the evening breeze as well as the sound of lawn mowers and the scent of freshly mown grass. My brother complaining about how often he's had to mow the yard.

For a long time I didn't think it was possible to O.D. on Junior Mints. I was clearly mistaken. The sugar has left me with a sensation I can only describe as just feeling "blarg". Anyone who's ever O.D.'ed on sugar knows this feeling. Add to this the excessive zing of mint hanging in the mouth like a crystalized cloud.

But I've made up my mind I'm going to write this evening. Yes. Why the hell not? I'm remembering the 'groove' I was in when working on Lunatic Lounge. I was in the proverbial zone and worked on it daily. It was floating in my mind at any given moment. This humming and buzzing microcosm. Characters waiting to have their fate revealed to them when I was good and ready to reveal it to them. I want to get back into that 'zone' with the new novel. And I will. Yeah buddy!