August 10th...six days to...just another day

Six days until "101 Great Erotic Poems" is unleashed. Wow. That soon? Still, just another day. Yes, the book will sell like hotcakes, but it will ultimately just be another entry in the glut of literature and near-literature and fad cookbooks that fill the bookstores.

Buried to my shoulder blades working on various other projects, the early work on the next book, the birthday podcast, the trip to Los Angeles, the mystery of an attractive woman, and everything in between. Life goes on.

I see where there may have been another terrorist attack that has been foiled. Excellent, except for the media circus that now ensues that emboldens other dangerous people who feel they can learn from the detailed public dissections of how the case was broken. We live in an era of sensationalistic, and often wildly inaccurate, journalism. The 24 hour tabloids, er, news networks, need fodder...and if it isn't a photogenic teenager going missing in a tropical locale, it's just one more attempt to wring political fodder from the grief of international tensions and violence.

Still am ambivalent about taking my birthday "off". It is tempting. What do I want for my birthday? World peace. Massive first-day book sales. A really good kiss. And a bit of divine intervention would be...divine.