1 ounce amaretto
1 ounce Frangelico
.10 ounce Bacon syrup
Shaken in ice
It made me sneeze after the first sip, the second was kinder. It's like a bacon carmel birthday cocktail, or BCBC also known as the Because Because.
It's not my birthday. I'm reading The 2005 Best American Short Stories collection, it's the one curated by Michael Chabon.
I was on a Karen Russell kick but halfway through her first book the pace just dropped off. I compare writing to just about everything I've ever seen in my daily life constantly in my mind.
This new story, it's all written and not even close to being finished.
Maybe I'll finish it tomorrow.
You can spend six months chasing a story and by the time you find one you're so out of breath you lay in bed and it just spills its guts, because it loves you for loving it for chasing it. You could write those stories smoking naked in your backyard like Hunter S. in Puerto Rico, no kidding the man owned guns, he was a writer.
You can find a story on that first day, you could be reading in a cafe and it will flash before your eyes. You still have to spend six months listening to it. You have to document the way it walks, you have to shoot it from all those devastating angles. You can't just breathe.
You have to love it, and love is exhausting.
And exhaustion may be the most important part of getting the gold out.
like anything else.
My story "What you're waiting for" is published in Instant City's 8th collection and I will be reading and celebrating at the release party on June 7th at Adobe books in the mission district of San Francisco.
Tonight I'm off to Dr. Teeth for some cheep wings and good friends.
She realized this after completing the first sentence. It read, “I marched today without you through all of the spiderwebs of Russia.” -Story 12.