Tuesday Fever

I woke up about two hours early, this morning, with writing on my mind. I produced more today than in all the last two weeks. My brain is weary, or I would yet be at it. Closing in on the final four pages. Hopefully, tomorrow. I don't have a title yet, for Sam Paine, but hopefully one will come to me real soon.

Writing Theories

I have no writing theories at all. After much painful effort, I read it over a number of times. I read it to see if it flows the way I would expect of a story and if the pieces fit. Once I have done the best I can, I move on. Who was it - Maugham? - stated that there are some rules to writing, but nobody knows what they are. I certainly don't know. 

Block Cleared

I had to quit writing about Sam Paine, for a time. I wanted the developments to be reasonably possible, but could not find an angle. Now I have it on track again and it should be fairly easy to build to a satisfying finale. 

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In San Luis

This tells a personal true story, about a time I decided to hitchhike from Los Angeles to San Antonio. Coming out of San Diego. I caught a ride with a guy who had stolen his brother's car with the intent to work in the fields, loading trucks with lettuce. He told me I could work there also and he guaranteed I would then be able to drive home in a brand new car. He took the mountain pass at 110 miles per hour, on average. A cross wind made the car bounce sideways, making me consider myself dead and waited for us to hit the mountain and possibly careen down hundreds of feet. He accelerated and his skill pulled the car out of it. We were in the clear, until the engine locked up across the border from San Luis, Mexico.

Lost in San Luis

lost almost drunk in old san luis
somehow i just can`t find the border
i hitched i got stranded in the land of ease
im walking and asking in english for the border

one day i was leaving san diego
with my thumb he drove with lightning speed
we almost died in the high sierra
that car lost its will and stalled in the heat near san luis

he said i`ll pay we`ll play in mexico
a stranger set us on the dusty street
it was cerveza for me and my amigo
he vanished in a manner not altogether discreet

lost almost drunk in old san luis
somehow i just can`t find the border
i hitched i got stranded in the land of ease
im walking and asking in english for the border

men sit at ease on the wooden walk-way
and one will point his finger to the north
should i load the lettuce trucks or merely segue
because i need to see my momma back home in fort worth

lost almost drunk in old san luis
somehow i just can`t find the border
i hitched i got stranded in the land of ease
im walking and asking in english for the border

Arlo for sure

mo Arlo