Yesterday I took a three-mile walk on the beach by our home, right around three PM. I was in a lousy mood because I’d spent most of the day waiting for our plumber to arrive to deal with our non-functioning water heater. Well, he finally showed and he fixed the problem. (Oh, the joy of hot water.) After he left I took my walk, and along the way I encountered a very beautiful boy, maybe sixteen, who was skimboarding by himself. He wore only boardshorts and he was so sexy I had to take a few minutes to watch him perform. It made my day.
Have a look at the photos I have posted here. They were taken by my friend Sinal; he lives in Mexico and he has exquisite taste in young men. The boy in this photo reminds me of more than one boy I have desired in my lifetime. Notice the scrape on his left knee? It’s a hazard all skimboarders have to deal with. I wonder if he’d let me place a bandage on his wound? 😉
Well, it’s 4:30 AM and I am wide awake, which is quite frustrating. But this happens all the time to me. It’s an affliction my favorite writer, Michael Chabon, calls “The Midnight Disease”. I get this about twice a month. The only cure is to pour myself a glass of wine and then spend an hour writing something, anything really. The disease doesn’t trouble me all that much; I have learned to live with it.
I’m working on a new book right now. It’s at a stage where I’m not sure where the story’s headed. But I like the characters and the setting, so I know I am going in the right direction. I’m just waiting for the characters to take over, and then they will guide me to the story’s conclusion. If that sounds nutty, well, it’s the way creative writing works for me.
All right, folks, I guess I will have one more glass of wine, and then I will try to go back to sleep.Good night.