My Novel-in-a-Month effort is off to a dismal start, mostly because November has dawned with me in a heap of personal turmoil. This black mood is manifesting itself whole-heartedly in the book (see excerpt below), not such a good thing when the idea was to inject a little levity into the proceedings. Aside from 20 hours spent this weekend carousing around Santa Barbara with an old friend (not old as in age; not old as in a former friend restored to friend again status; just old, as in, we've known each other a long time), I've been pretty completely down in the dumps for the past two weeks.
Perhaps the finest illustration of "the random shit I'm dealing with" comes from AJ, who mis-heard me last night at the dinner table. I mentioned something about "life" and he piped up with, "You don't have a wife anymore!"