In TAKING STOCK, CATCHING UP, MOVING FORWARD: TWO WEEKS IN THE LIFE OF AN UNDERGROUND WRITER, I included a synopsis of SQUIBS.

Brenda and I drive to New Orleans, to take manuscripts of books I have written to Larry and Hazel Schlueter and to interview them and shoot some footage of the archive, or shrine, the second upstairs bedroom of the building behind their house where they keep copies of everything I have written. Brenda will send a tape to the documentary filmmaker in Tampa who is making a [secret project] about me as America's greatest living unpublished, or underpublished writer, perhaps the greatest unpublished, or underpublished American writer ever.

We talk about Louisiana.

I take my digital, point-and-shoot camera and take still pictures for the book I am writing about our lives together, combining writing, work, and family, for over 35 years now.

Music, cooking, friends. Born, died, in-the-service.

I write what I call correspondence novels, books that read like a letter to a friend. Indeed, I send them to friends--or, now, post them online--hear back, and respond to their comments in the book, the next day.

The books are not just written, and published, in real time, they are interactive, or open to suggestion, from readers. Criticism, praise. Questions and answers. Laughter.

I have posted 125 books online since March 18, 2000, at The Daily Bugle, roman-feuilleton.com, and The Daily Bulletin. I have written 290 books.

Man, that's nuts.

What is an editor supposed to think of that? A book that reads like a letter to a friend? A book that has been posted online? 125 books published online? 290 books written?