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thehefnerOnce again, I return from Tuscaloosa, sadly minus a Henchgirl and with a week's worth of internet to catch up on. We'll be reunited just before Valentine's Day, after which we'll hit the road to Fresno, CA, for the Rogue Theatre Festival, my first HEFNER MONOLOGUES performance of 2010.
Until then, I have much to do, including working on my 45-minute reedit of the MONOLOGUES, writing THE ROAD TO NOWHERE, working on my epic revisions for the Harvey Dent novel,* and trying not to get too distracted playing SUPER MARIO BROTHERS WII (god damn you, Ridgaway). All of this, I hope to work upon at the house in Rehoboth Beach over the next week.
And until then, I mean to catch up on LiveJournaling, as I feel like I've neglected you, my lovely peons. I've spent entirely too much time having an actual life with a girlfriend in the real world, and the internet has suffered. Well, fret no more: I'm alone once again, and ready to return to smelly unshaven hermitdom. Rejoice! Oh god, so lonely...
But until ANY of that... this smelly, unshaven boy needs sleep. So I shall leave you with an image of something that made me squeal like a little girl in the middle of a Tennessee Wal-Mart, between our toy-aisle lightsaber duels:
He. Is. ADORABLE. Never before has homicidal sociopathic angst ever looked so happy.
*It's amazing what being in a real relationship can do for giving new insight and life to writing a couple like Harvey and Gilda. Honestly, the way this book is now shaping up, I feel like it almost could actually be called HARVEY AND GILDA.
Until then, I have much to do, including working on my 45-minute reedit of the MONOLOGUES, writing THE ROAD TO NOWHERE, working on my epic revisions for the Harvey Dent novel,* and trying not to get too distracted playing SUPER MARIO BROTHERS WII (god damn you, Ridgaway). All of this, I hope to work upon at the house in Rehoboth Beach over the next week.
And until then, I mean to catch up on LiveJournaling, as I feel like I've neglected you, my lovely peons. I've spent entirely too much time having an actual life with a girlfriend in the real world, and the internet has suffered. Well, fret no more: I'm alone once again, and ready to return to smelly unshaven hermitdom. Rejoice! Oh god, so lonely...
But until ANY of that... this smelly, unshaven boy needs sleep. So I shall leave you with an image of something that made me squeal like a little girl in the middle of a Tennessee Wal-Mart, between our toy-aisle lightsaber duels:
He. Is. ADORABLE. Never before has homicidal sociopathic angst ever looked so happy.
*It's amazing what being in a real relationship can do for giving new insight and life to writing a couple like Harvey and Gilda. Honestly, the way this book is now shaping up, I feel like it almost could actually be called HARVEY AND GILDA.
