Dirty Laundry

The Home Stretch

These days I Tweet way more than I blog. But I am not even doing much of that right now either. I am in the home stretch of my latest draft of Call the Shots and I have to focus most of my waking attention on that. Some days it feels like things are going along brilliantly and other days, well, not so much. This is my process and I’ve come to accept it. One day of joy for every two days of tearing my hair out.

Speaking of hair, as most of you already know, I don’t have much of it left. Not because I’ve actually been tearing it out. That was a bit of hyperbole at the end of the last paragraph. Although, I have known and worked for people (well, one person really) who actually did tear out their own hair. And hurl telephones right along with their F-bombs.

Anyway, I went for a haircut the other day. And yes, us nearly-bald people do still have to get our hair cut once in a while lest we start looking vaguely Bozo-the-Clownish. For all of you too young to know who that is, here’s a visual: image Well, so, I’m sitting in the barber chair and I tell the way-too-buff way-too-tan hair dresser that I’d just like a trim. He then asks me what number I’d like and I have no idea what this means because nobody has ever asked me that before. I tell him I’m not sure, that I just want it short but not buzzed too closely. The big buff barber just smiles at me and says that I’m wrong about this. That I really do want it buzzed short because the shorter a balding person cuts his hair, the more hair it looks like they have.

And so, I say, go ahead. Do what you do. I’ll trust you.

Now, normally, when you say something like this the result is disastrous. I mean, it’s CUT TO: thirty minutes later and I look like Mr. Clean.

But lo-and-behold I look in the mirror when he’s done and I do appear to have more hair than I had BEFORE I got most of it shaved off. It’s some sort of optical illusion but hey, I’ll take it.

I have no idea why I just told you that story. I was just following the thread of this blog from rewrites to tearing out my hair to bosses who actually do tear out their hair to a very smart barber who’s shown me the light. At least as far as haircuts go.

Well, that was fun. Now it’s back to the rewriting trenches. I’ve set myself a goal so that I’d be certain to finish this draft on time. As of this moment, I am right on target to finish up at the end of September/beginning of October. It will be my longest book yet, I think, but hey, it’s the last one of the series and I’m having a hard time saying goodbye.