I was walking around the streets of old Reno, reading the sections of Cowachunga on my iPhone for the first time in forever. Chapter One is pretty much finished––I really felt like vultures were circling me in the desert at the time I crafted it from June to August. I was definitely in a Jack London/The Martian frame of mind. Drinking Soylent and seeking out shady corners in no-place-to-hide Vegas.
Reading sections 2.1 to 2.6 this afternoon, I realized that my exact meaning was not precisely stated. I needed to revise certain things pronto. And now that has been accomplished.
In the midst of all this reading and editing, I received an email from Kimberley to the effect that, despite not selling Arisugawa Park up to the present, she is keeping a candle lit. Despite everything, she has faith and may indeed be awaiting the next installment of Cowachunga.
I am aiming to have Cowachunga 2.7 up in the wee hours of Monday morning. There are so many complex crosscurrents, plot foreshadowings, to consider.
Another positive - I found an authentic (to my ear) 1968 Jimi Hendrix - B.B. King jam on youtube. The creative way that Jimi Hendrix navigates the thin line B.B. King & the Butterfield Blues Band give him is astounding. Makes me want to chill out to some Charlie Christian live at Minton's 1941. And some Django.
Reading sections 2.1 to 2.6 this afternoon, I realized that my exact meaning was not precisely stated. I needed to revise certain things pronto. And now that has been accomplished.
In the midst of all this reading and editing, I received an email from Kimberley to the effect that, despite not selling Arisugawa Park up to the present, she is keeping a candle lit. Despite everything, she has faith and may indeed be awaiting the next installment of Cowachunga.
I am aiming to have Cowachunga 2.7 up in the wee hours of Monday morning. There are so many complex crosscurrents, plot foreshadowings, to consider.
Another positive - I found an authentic (to my ear) 1968 Jimi Hendrix - B.B. King jam on youtube. The creative way that Jimi Hendrix navigates the thin line B.B. King & the Butterfield Blues Band give him is astounding. Makes me want to chill out to some Charlie Christian live at Minton's 1941. And some Django.
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