So since last July, I have been free to drift.
And drift I have.
The joy of not having to produce another 800 words of copy for tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, has not yet lifted.
A daily column that drips for decades seriously taps a tree.
But there is snow on my kayaks. It's a long winter.
And I confess here and now... I was not ... born to blog.
It's not that opportunity hasn't knocked.
Fall brought a radio gig query, an echo of my 1980s.
A long-time TV bud flattered me with work bait.
I said no to both.
If I'm going to work my butt off in public again, I want something odd, something funny, something strange, something peculiar.
An idea that--hopefully--will make other people laugh.
Yes, I will serve you when it's ready.
It's here. I may even write about it.
Just one word for you, a clue if you will since you are pals, here the very day that project begins. That word is ... Boot.
It came together this morning.
I now have a workbox labeled ... Boot.
It will take about six months.
Last week I wuz lost, in serious December funk.
But this morning, I wuz found.
My idiot grin came back...
In the first quarter moon of this bright, new year.
It shines on you too. So grin, darn it.
Dunf, you tease. Six months we have to wait for the Boot? But 2006 being the year of the dog, and you being a dog lover, I'm sure your project will be worth the wait. Do we get any clues along the way?
ReplyDelete(Answered years later in 2023)
ReplyDelete"Boot" is a comic novel about a dim-witted newspaper man.
It was written between 2004 and 2006.
The unpublished manuscript is about five feet from me.
The publisher in 2005 went bankrupt.
I don't think about it much.