Well, because of my injured foot (see yesterday's entry), I've had to walk all funny on my foot. Now my foot hurts because of that. It's killing me. And somehow, it's made my back hurt as well. Joy, oh joy. I tried, in vain, to make the cats feel guilty for what I go through to feed them.

Oh well. In other news, my friend Tommy's band Beyond The Ashes has a show a week from today. I believe it's going to be a big deal since it's their first show. And there's going to be a lot of people at the show. It's going to be something, though I'm not sure what just yet. They haven't been together very long, and I think they may not be tight enough. I have been to a few practices so I'm not just making guesses. I don't think I've ever heard them play a song the same way twice. But who knows, they may surprise folks.

I'm still waiting on a response for my application for financial aid. I really do hope I get it. If not, I'll figure something else out. Maybe money will fall from the sky. It could happen. Maybe I'll win that publishers clearing house dealy. I would still go back to school to be a funeral director, but I would probably drive every day to school in a convertible 1958 Ford Fairlane. Then I'd probably start my own southern fiction magazine and publishing house. I'd probably go through the money so fast that it wouldn't have time to change me. That's a positive, right?

One last thing for today, every writer out there needs to go find a copy of "Next Time You'll Know Me" by Ramsey Campbell. I have the short story in his collection Waking Nightmares. I think it's something that every writer needs to read.


  ¶ 11:10 PM