Tights: Butternut cable, the kind five year olds wore in the 70s.
Word Count: 20,740
I think I got some better words today.
I have to spend time with this novel every day. It's like going to the gym. If I don't, well that will be bad.
I'm reading this book:
Today the counter boy was welcoming when I showed up in his cafe to write. I was the only person there. The boy was reading Camus, and had a Moleskin notebook face down on the counter. He told me he's a poet and a philosopher and reads "What all people of my age read: Ginsberg, Burroughs."
Isn't it strange how perennial those writers are? Young people have all generations have read those dudes since they were first publishing. I know I did.
Later, while making split pea soup with the not quite full cup of split peas I found in the bottom of a drawer, I watched this:
Did you know that Keith Moon was influenced by Gene Krupa? At least that's what Alice Cooper was speculating here.
I know I haven't talked about any female artists in this post. Except for me. :-)
I learned a lot today Lara.