Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in scovil's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
11:52 am	I want to hire a boss. Ai-yi-yiii! Hey, I wish I could spell check "Ai-yi-yiii." It's disconcerting to begin an entry with a possible misspelling. I read yesterday about a fella that lay in his UK apartment for six years. When found, he was a skeleton in clothes (I imagine him on a La-Z-Boy with the remote still in his grip.). According to the article, lots of folks knocked on his door. The landlord wondered why the rent wasn't being paid (I'd like a landlord that would just come aknockin' every few years...and no more!). His doctor came calling to see if the fella was feeling okay (He wasn't.). Anyway, I figure that's how they're gonna find me, except I won't be on a La-Z-Boy. I'll be in my basement, buried beneath the paper that accumulates around me, the credit card offers, half-baked manuscripts, rejection letters, calls for rewrites and the guhzillion scraps of paper with people's names and numbers that I don't recognize, for I'm one of those sorts that takes strangers' names and numbers intending to call, but I rarely do. If I ever make enough as a writer, I'm gonna hire me a boss. Someone to set borders and patrol those borders and make me make lessen the mess that is my office. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 24th, 2004
9:49 pm	I don't know my audience here. As a fulltime professional writer, I write from this axiom: "Know thy audience." But I've never written in an e-forum such as this. It seems nebulous (although I am hopeful it'll condense, star-like, into something luminescent, ala starlight). I haven't a clue who might read these meandering sentences. Therefore, although I am prolific, I'm scratching my chin more than tapping my fingers here. Who's out there? Is there anyone out there? Any other writers? Or am I in a big, empty hall? (Comment on this)
Friday, October 22nd, 2004
1:38 pm	the dog days Everyday is a dog day for me. That's because I employ dogs as my primary diversion from writing. Don't want to write? Walk the dog. However, I don't have dogs of my own, so I walk the neighbors' dogs, whose fitness and bliss are inversely proportional to my productivity. I'm currently writing my second young adult novel, which is already under contract, by the eventual publisher of my first novel. I aspire to a thousand words a day, which doesn't seem like much, but it's enough to have me calling on dogs. And my first children's book is being released. It's: "It All Began With a Bean" and it depicts the perfect storm of farts. It'll make Harvard proud, eh? (Comment on this)