Babbling Point

Cold start

It’s 955am on my computer clock

Need to write three things

Well more than three things

There are three J.O.’s on my desk

Some small

Some big

Actually
They’re all little jobs

A sentence or two

A headline

A headline which you just can’t neglect

Trying to find a new way to say that “it’s a new way!”

Playing eheads PLAYGROUND in the background

In inq7 today
The list of the nominees for the national book awards

Yup he got in

Well, judging by the books that came out this year, there would be more compete next year

I can already see ONE NIGHT IN PURGATORY, ISAW and THE LOST getting in
Depends what else comes out in the next three months

Ahhhhh
Just trying to loosen and stretch the old typing fingers

Crack

Crack

Jogging the grey matter to start thinking

I’m still on auto pilot

Still asleep

This instant coffee just isn’t kicking in

Damn I need that brewed stuff

When I was parking Brandie called and told me the cost of an I-book
And from the looks of it
If we do get it
It’ll mean a whole of giving up stuff on my part
May have to really cut down on the books and the coffee

Ahhhhhh

The sacrifices we make for our craft

Geez

Took my last swig of the instant

As Elijah Snow said, tastes like a dog pissed in it.

Good morning.

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