It's been a while since I've written anything here. The big irony of my life is that when I have the most to write about, I write the least. I've had an interesting month.
While my artistic output has been low as of late, I have been doing some writing and reading. Tomorrow I'll be sending out a recently completed short story called Threes to the Seattle Review. Wish it good luck.
My artistic output has been low lately, but I have put up a half-dozen watercolor and oil pastel nudes in the Oil and Acrylic and Watercolor sections. I did these during January and February. I also put up a new acrylic painting titled Stargazer Over Nude that I finished a few days ago. A few of the watercolors bleed really bright when looking at them on the laptop. I'll have to see if there's something I can do to prevent this. Perhaps I can work some magic on the scanner end.
A few months ago a writer named Jonathan Ames appeared on David Letterman, promoting his new book, What's Not to Love? The Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer. The last author I saw appear was David Sedaris, whose book, Me Talk Pretty One Day, I subsequently bought and loved. With that setting a solid precedent, a few weeks ago I bought Ames' What's Not to Love? It may be the most entertaining book I have ever read. It's funny, poignant, and touching. He lives one hell of a life. I highly recommend this book with the following caveat... his autobiographical vignettes deal with his delayed puberty, shitting his pants in France, genital warts, enemas, and picking up prostitutes... so you may not want to pick up the book if you are heavily offended by any of these topics. Actually, you should pick it up if you are. It could do you some good.
I loved this book so much that in the past two weeks I have bought and read his other three books: I Pass Like Night, My Less Than Secret Life, and The Extra Man.