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Saturday, September 6, 1996
I'm watching (sort of) the end of the game in which Eddie Murray hit his 500th career home run. The enjoyment of that moment was only slightly dulled by my reading a somewhat cerebral book about a very cerebral man at the moment the historic event took place.
The book is In Search of J.D. Salinger, a bio of Salinger and description of how the author researched and constructed the bio. A great, very readable description of JDS and the biographer's craft.
This is one of many books I've gotten into recently. I've been jumping around between "H" is for Homicide, The Art of Fiction (John Gardner), and (most recently) Rum Punch (Elmore Leonard).
I've been in a "funk" of sorts about my writing. I feel unwilling to continue what I've written up to now in my mystery, but despite my desire to go back and rewrite everything, I don't want to do that either. Rick tells me to just keep writing, no matter how much the stuff before sucks. Probably from a practical standpoint, wise advice.
I started a short story about a group of kids seeking an interview with J.D. Salinger. I may as well finish it. I think it may have promise.
Saturday, September 7, 1996 [sic]
My den is a mess.
I guess it's time to clean it up. Organize. Quit being such a slackard. Or is it slacker?
Didn't write today. Went shopping. Now have new hiking boots. Good thing.
I'm watching Bloomberg Information News. It's weird. A kind of visual and audio onslaught of diverse information.
The weather in San Diego looks pleasant. 78° at 10:25 PDT.
You know, I don't have a thing to say, and I think it's time for bed.
Much Later ...
Monday, December 9, 1996
Much has changed. I have a temp job with a grassroots lobbying group in DC, [name omitted]. Very interesting.
I have, of course, been commuting by train. Was having coffee at Union Station and saw crazy homeless woman dancing near the table next to mine. Kept laughing and yelling "Merry Christmas" and "You're all crazy. We're all crazy." All buy that.
No word from Social Security.
I heard Craig got a computer job with Towson State. Good for him.
Missed the cookie party this year. Went to Sisters In Crime, which was really good.
Still working on story. More slowly, but still at it.
