Into the heat

Kind of a strange week. I took Monday off to work on my novel, on account of having spent all day Saturday meditating. And today I have to take the last two-thirds of the day off to go to Fairfield. That is a town way northeast of here, halfway to Sacramento. Cris's mother has been living out there in an Alzheimer's care facility for the last couple of years. Today we have to go out there and make some Major Care Decisions. It's going to be over 100 degrees, so I'm sure glad we have Tank Girl, our Volvo.

I'm glad I took off Monday, though, because it was extremely productive. I wrote over 3000 words, which is a very good day -- a large chunk of chapter 18.

Yesterday I was indiscreet enough to mention my reading in L.A. next week to one of my employees. I had the feeling he might know people in L.A. that he could tell about the reading, and besides, 8 of his coworkers trooped over to a nearby bookstore a few months ago to hear his partner read, so he owes me. I've been trying to keep my life as a pornographer sort of hidden from my tender tech writers, and I shouldn't have blurted it out, but I'm just afraid nobody will come to the reading -- or what would be even worse, that a lot of people will come, but they'll all be friends of the three other people on the bill. Luckily he's cool and won't blab all my secrets around work. Right Brad?!