It’s been started.  The book, that is.  It’s been started and now the research will begin.  Grants, writing, insane travelling to places that will frighten me.  I may need a bodyguard.  No joke.  Especially for the one place I may need to see.  Is it possible to extricate oneself from their writing?  Lester thinks my idea is worthy of a Palahniuk comparison.  It scares me and that is the point.  My friend Brian says to push my boundary.  That is the point of art.  How far can one push themselves and society?

Today I read an article with Michael Turner saying he felt The Happy Hooker by Xaviera Hollander would never be published in our time.  I haven’t read the book yet but I would think our ‘time’ is much more lenient and desensitized.

Tonight will not permit me anymore time for writing.  Perhaps I will adorn this or another post with more verbiage in the morning…I bid adieu

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