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Ha! You? Write a book?
I should define "book". My definition: 60,000 words. That's it. I don't care if it has characters, a plot, a beginning or and end. In short, none of that technical stuff authors waffle on about in seminars.
Also, I was journalism major in college and know what a complete sentence is. I think they're overrated. You will find phrases here, standing alone, and I don't want some pedant blathering on about them. People don't talk in complete sentences and I don't write in them. Sue me.
My goal is to complete this. I have started writing lots of books and never come close to finishing. Mastery is hard. Completion might be doable so I'm setting the bar low. I will do this.
When I get home from breakfast this morning I realize I am extremely sleepy, so I lie down for a quick nap. That turns into three hours of deep sleep, much deeper than I'd had the night before. I spent 45 years on the road, sleeping in motels, hotels, casinos, and cruise ships. I can't remember when I ever had a complete night's sleep. In the early years, I had some pretty impressive pass outs, as liquor was a big part of my life, but even then I would wake up in the middle of the night, read, roll around, and eventually get back to sleep.
When I wake up from my nap, groggy, about 1:30 in the afternoon, I decide to get a light lunch and go hit golf balls. The light lunch idea goes out the window when I see Francesca's is open and Tony, the owner and head chef, recommends spaghetti bolognese. That and a cappuccino, plus time watching Netflix as I eat, just about puts me back to sleep. I watch the beginning of a documentary about the Ottoman Empire and again wonder how any thinking human being could come up with the concept of war. To me, it is the ultimate in stupidity and there is no glory whatsoever. Screams, blood, explosions, severed limbs and bullets zipping everywhere--who comes up with shit like that?
I eat my spaghetti, watch the beginning of the war for Constantinople, pay my 270 baht, about 8 bucks, and walk out to the Almera. I have about an hour to kill before picking up Awee at school, so I drive to Stardome driving range and ask for two trays of balls, 40 balls each. Ah, but there is a promotion and I get four trays for 100 baht, about three dollars. I know I can't hit that many but I figure I'll just give away the leftover balls.
I go back to a practicing technique that worked years ago when I could actually break 80 occasionally. I know this sounds pretty deep, but I discovered if I could get the bottom of my golf swing somewhere near the ball I could actually make contact. With most clubs, that place should be a couple of inches in front of the ball, so that you hit the ball, then the turf. You'd think a person could do that.