In which John WM Thompson avoids thinking about politics by sedating himself and reciting the first draft of the first chapter of a gothic novel in progress.

In which I extol the virtues of the commonplace book / commonplace notes app, and shill for my beloved former editor.

I am drafting, and noticing. I’m also putting together a soundtrack. https://itunes.apple.com/us/playlist/tuning-fork/pl.u-7lNeuNG8lJ1

From Oregon, briefly: surgery, chronic pain in families. From Oregon, at length: Oulipo eccentrics, embracing one’s own hubris.

Writing sucks.

My turn toward petty grudges and the utility of writing against the grain of what you enjoy. Meanwhile, Piglet the housecat makes his presence felt.

Re: film vs. literary noir, and “The End of the Affair”.

Introductory short passage re: what the Entertainments will comprise, if it happens.