I got to the shore house about noon yesterday, so I’ve been here for around 34 hours now. The reason I am here is to work on my book, which is due to Harper on October 1 and will be out next summer (I can’t tell you the title yet, but it’s fucking terrific). I’ve taken two days off from work (I’ll be here until Tuesday, back to work on Wednesday) in order to focus, put my head down, and do some serious writing here, alone, at the beach house.
Things I’ve accomplished so far since arriving yesterday (in order):
- I got creamed chipped beef and tater tots for breakfast.
- I read on the deck.
- I got a cheesesteak for dinner.
- I stayed up until 5:30am and drank almost a half a case of Guinness.
- I had a sex dream in which Sarah Palin and I were at a Carvel or Baskin Robbins getting ice cream. I told her that she looked very sexy in her little skirt and that I wanted to lift it up and eff her right there, over the ice cream case. She started crying, saying that she hasn’t been talked to like that ever, and boy, when we got home, she was going to show me sumpin’ sumpin’.
(Sadly, the dream ended there. However, it’s probably for the best, as if it were to follow my non-dream life,
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