I’m kind of stunned, gang, but Blessed By Light is finished.
The final chapters are being edited in NYC as we speak.
It feels so weird. I knew it was ending soon. I knew there was a chance it was going to end this week, but I didn’t think it would end today.
I feel a little sad. I’m a little too nervous to feel happy, yet. Mostly I feel sort of confused, you know? I just wasn’t expecting this after a couple of days of feeling very, very frustrated. And last night, I got next to no sleep. I was kind of worried that I wouldn’t be productive today, at all.
But I was. And then the final 2 lines came out. In fact, I thought the final 2 lines were the title of the next chapter. But then I realized, no wait; that’s it. There is no next chapter.
It sure is an unusual novel, gang. That much I can say with certainty. But that’s all I’m gonna say about it for right now.
I’m not feeling hopeful that anything from the London Conversation with Nick Cave is going to make its way to Instagram tonight. There has been nothing pre-show at all. No photos of the theater, or anything. Nothing for me to ponder.
Well, there’s always something for me to ponder, but it probably won’t be on Instagram.
Okay, I guess I’ll just sort of – well, honestly, I don’t know what I’m going to do. In the old days, back in NYC, when I was married or when I was living with Mikey Rivera, whenever I finished a new novel, we’d go out to dinner to celebrate.
I’ve already watched episode 3 of Endeavour, and studied my Italian, so I suppose I can sit on my bed and look out the window and listen to Springsteen’s “Hello Sunshine” for the bazillionth time.
(But I’ve been alerted by the a1000Mistakes blog in Australia that a brand new Tropical Fuck Storm single, “Paradise,” has been dropped, which I want to listen to, too. And the Raconteurs dropped another new single this past week for their upcoming album, Help Us Stranger, which gets released Friday. I want to hear that new one, too.) (I downloaded the new Straycats album, 40, the other day. I’m not done listening to it but so far, it’s not “Rock This Town.”… but we’ll see.) (And they’ll never be Johnny Burnett & the Rock & Roll trio, but then nobody can be that!)
Well, okay, gang! I hope you have a wonderful evening underway, wherever you are in the world! And I’m gonna leave you with Johnny Burnette, apparently with my anthem for the evening, a naughty little rockabilly number – “All By Myself”!! Thanks for visiting! I love you guys. See ya.
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