A writer, reloaded

And will post some updates soon!

For Memorial Day Weekend, I co-hosted the first party ever held in the humble apartment. Perhaps the prior tenants held a bash or two, but in the nine plus years since their occupancy . . . well, that I can vouch for the absence of any such events. By party, I mean a social gathering of more than four people, none of whom are relatives.

This is one of the benefits of The Poet: she has a way of drawing the right people together in the same room. Unfortunately we both had so much fun, forgot to capture the event on film.

But the book trailer for The Last Track made its first public exhibition towards the end of the evening.

I think it went over well. We’ll see how everyone else takes to it in August . . .

If you ever tried capturing live music with any kind of recording device, you might find this product demonstration very interesting. It’s about seven minutes long and safe for work. The ground breaking stuff starts around the three minute mark.

…to my buddy Jaysen Lesage and his wife Jen on their new son, Connor Michael.

Nice work, guys!

In exile until the paint fumes cloaking the apartment subside.
Will return on Saturday. Hopefully.

I just wanted to congratulate two friends.

First, Ian and his gorgeous wife Kathryn, bought a new home, the one they wanted, in a neighborhood they can grow with.

And secondly, props to my buddy Jaysen who will be dad in January. A son.

Good work, guys.

Last week temperatures were fifteen degrees below the historic norm for spring; this week they are more than fifteen degrees above average. Another reason to love New Jersey. Because any given day the weather might necessitate a winter jacket, shorts or a handgun. Or perhaps all three on the same day.
Fired up the air conditioners last night. I report with great pleasure that three window units survived another winter of storage. The fourth probably did as well, I just have to mop the kitchen floor first as final spring cleaning chore. Till then, it remains in the closet, untested.

Four A/Cs for a single apartment? Before Al Gore comes a knocking, consider that the layout is fairly spacious. For instance, the living room is 18 X 21. Even a single unit of doom could not cool the entire apartment. And due to jumpered wiring, a maximum of two A/Cs can run at a time. Otherwise fuses blow and circuits trip, which means no cool air at all. Generally speaking, when the heat sets in, I pick a room of retreat and hang there for the duration.

Coming down to the wire with the Nicholl’s screenplay entry. Lot of work left for the deadline, but I am throwing everything at it.