The Dirty Streets of Heaven
Getting down to the final scenes in the Bobby Dollar first draft. I’m leaning toward saving “Sleeping Late on Judgement Day” for the third volume and calling this one “The Dirty Streets of Heaven.” Continue reading
Category Archives: DogBlog
Thank You, Great Spirit, For Ice Cream
Well, it’s a relief to know that when I get time to write I can still do it. But poor Bobby Dollar, angel without portfolio, is in a lot of trouble. I wouldn’t want to be one of my characters when I’m in a bad mood. My divorce earned Simon Mooncalf about three months on the wheel of torment. Continue reading
My Old Odyssey
Even the dogs, beset by house-sale events, are building themselves defensive forts. Continue reading
I Sing The Body Eclectic
It was like a bad movie, except instead of just the milkman running out the backdoor with his clothes, it was Deb, our assistant Dena, and me all carrying dogs and laptops and dirty towels while the realtor and a nice-looking couple looked on, bemused. Continue reading
The Furniture Is No Longer Under My Command
Our house is suddenly someone else’s house. Not because we’ve sold it already, but because it’s staged with furniture that isn’t ours, nice but fairly anonymous stuff compared to our family’s creative squalor. Anyway, now everything I rearrange seems to glare at me for disturbing its bovine equilibrium. Continue reading