You can't just write a book of whatever you wrote
between certain arbitrary dates. From the time you were
laid off for lack of work to after Thanksgiving, for example.
Or after Christmas. Making it through December.
Why not? I think one of May Sarton's books was classified
818.5203 Sar. Maybe more than one. Merle Haggard.
Beloved American folk poet. Donn Pearce called him
"a hick from Bakersfield." Well, I write Hick Lit.
Donn Pearce wrote Dying in the Sun.
About South Florida. I had an interview
with him in Black Messiah. The Henry Miller number.
Vagabond Press. Ellensburg, Washington. 1981.
The Black Hat Tour. Me and John Bennett.
Dick Elliott's "rock" concert. He threw a rock
at a TV set. It bounced off. He was dressed up
like a shaman. Dick and Jane's Spot.

at the house: this is not an online journal (OLJ).
at the house: this is not a weblog (blog).
at the house: I don't know what this is, it isn't finished.