i said to doc the other night, "i'm going to go down to the strip now that it's cooled down", he said, "who is going with you or meeting you?", i told him no one, i was going on my own. then he asked if i was out of my mind. dammit. yes, i am out of my mind. but i want to go to the strip. even if i can just look around and have to hop on the next bus back. i want to go. it's like having disneyland a simple and short bus ride away.
i bought a book recommended by a couple of agent sites called "how to write a book proposal". when i'm done here i have to delve into that.