Thursday, August 23, 2007
Sorry I haven't written!
...I've been too busy having a nervous breakdown (and I am only half-joking!).
So. This isn't really a Pete post, more like a "the reason why I haven't written about Pete" post.
The third draft of my novel is due to Random House in six weeks, and I have writer's block, and I have no place to live (which my family calls "homeless" but I call "between places").
The good news is I found a cure for writer's block:
1) my acupuncturist-from-heaven, Charles Mulaly
2) lying on the floor (hopefully an orange shag carpet if you still have one), with a pair of thick circa-1979 headphones on your head, and BLASTING Quadrophenia...particularly The Rock or Love Reign O'er Me. THere is something about the pulsing rhythm of those songs, and the underlying mixture of sorrow, anger, hope, and angst, that reconfigures the rhythm of your own brain, blood, and heart, and you can heave yourself up off the floor feeling kind of okay about things.
It's either this, or lithium.
Does anyone know if Pete or any of our great genuis friends ever took meds?
Yours in befuddlement,
and with love,