I'm short at work.
I don't know if tomorrow will be my last day at work
or next Friday.
But I can't have much more work. Then I'm back to my permanent
rank, yardbird.
I started converting HOUSEHUSBAND to a screenplay. So the
book really is in the genre nomopo.
Novels, movies, pamphlets of poetry.
I decided to send the book to Melville House Publishing. They used to write the
blog Moby Lives.
I guess I'll wait until I finish the screenplay to
send them the manuscript.
No, I won't. I'll send them what I have.
Nomo.
No more. Enough
If this ain't enough, it will have to do.
The Curse of Nomo: what happened to the white leviathan after he sunk the Pequod,
by ramming it with his head.
The Curse of Lono is a book Hunter S.
Thompson wrote about running in the Honolulu Marathon for Running magazine.
HOUSEHUSBAND is about Large Pyle participating in the Gulf Coast Writers Conference.
Larry McMurtry can take a cruise of the South Sea Islands and write Paradise,
I look for a job and adapt HOUSEHUSBAND to the screen, on spec.
Without
a book contract.
Why would anybody give me a book contract?