Strange phenomenon around the Casa di Marta. For the first time in forever I’m not writing anything. The going-out-of-business of Bygone Era Books, the resultant return to me of my manuscript (nicely formatted for publication) and my contract, the news from the other publisher who wanted the book, that I must start the submission process again in May, naturally took the wind from my sails.
The “sequel” to The Brothers Path — which I have begun — is about as compelling to me right now as cold fried eggs. I know the key is to write for the sake of the story, and I’m good with that, but the story has to mean something in some way. So far I’m honestly not interested in the people who came to America. I can totally believe they were criminals and vagrants and religious fanatics who could not get along with anyone. How else could we have gotten where we are today with primary elections in which there are TWO good guys running and NEITHER of them is slated by the “media” to be winners? It was the “media” that got a lot of our ancestors here (including mine) — “We’ll pay your way. You only need to sell us your children to work in our fields and you work in our fields, too, until your fare is paid off which could be FOREVER, you gullible sots.”
I think partly that is due to the egregious election it seems we’re faced with this time and the fact that I know how all that turns out — Dennys and strip malls and Wal-Mart and rejection emails and silence and publishers going out of business and me feeling disgusted by the whole thing.