The barista compliments me on my 99-cent corduroy coat. \u201cMade in Yugoslavia,\u201d I tell her. It’s not clear to she knew what Yugoslavia was or had ever heard the word spoken.<\/p>\n
I am in faceless coffee shop in a totalitarian city. Everyone is paying handsomely to be monitored.<\/p>\n
The coffee shop novel is starting to cohere into something utterly unpublishable.<\/p>\n
A jogger jogs by. Bad form. Hands too high.<\/p>\n
The road beckons. Klamath Falls sounds good. I’ve never seen it. What do people do there? Is their joy or seething in the populace?<\/p>\n
Reunions are afoot. I relish them.<\/p>\n
A reader of the rain book reached out to me and called me a \u201ctranslator\u201d of rain. I love it when readers reach out. It does take effort. I am fortified when I learn that my writing still connects to people. The stories of how they come to find my books are equally inspiring.<\/p>\n
A woman wearing a black tennis skirt walks in and I do a doubletake. She is clearly a player; I can tell by the sturdy quads. She’s not wearing the skirt out of some urban irony.<\/p>\n
Someone walks in with a spiral notebook. Then another. And another! It’s a spiral notebook revolution. I am writing this in a spiral notebook. Will they one day go extinct?<\/p>\n
The OTA manuscript is completed. Now what? I think this book has unique Oregon value.<\/p>\n
I miss my husky. I had another dream about her the other night. I miss our maniacal runs down the beach in rain.<\/p>\n
Two men behind me are discussing their tech high jinks.<\/p>\n
A recent graduate from college is interviewing for some progressive internet job, assuming there is such a job.<\/p>\n
I’m making all this up from the coffee shop. I have a strong proclivity for fiction in these joints.<\/p>\n\n
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