Formerly The Year of Death, http://theyearofdeath.blogspot.com/

On the eve of The Day of the Dead, I've changed the name of The Year of Death.

It's Halloween.

And Karla keeps stealing the Milk Duds and the Skittles.

Trick or treat.

Tomorrow is El Día de los Muertos. It's shorter than The Year, but it keeps coming back.

Cancer, Kabbalah, and the Cubs

Maybe that should be the new title of my memoir and this blogger. Perhaps The Year of Death is indeed, um, too Freddie Kruegeresque.

I think I remember why I gave it that title--the death of cancer, blah blah blah; radiation and chemo in dark winter, blah blah blah; perhaps the rebirth of my belief is kinda like the death of, well, enough already. You get the point.

By the way, that title is more appropriate for this year's Cubs' season.

Sorry, Sir Ron.

Musicowackia

I should also let y'all know I'm written about in Oliver Sacks' big hit Musicophilia. O, that pen pal pal of mine. Check out chapter two of that cool book of his and you can read more details on our communicadoship.

I sent Dr. Sacks a copy of The Year of Death about a month ago. I doubt he'd ever follow the link and read it online.

And what if he responds? In a good way? With one of those sentences or two that you find on the cover or back cover like he's done hundreds of times already? Do you think he even writes them? Or does his assistant write those, too?

it's done. the first draft anyway.

i've been working on this thing since january. 8 months. and it's about the 12 months before it. that's 20 months. 20 months for 100 pages. simple story problem i guess.

the thank you list is long and many names are mentioned throughout the story. i've tried to list them again here but i know who they are and they know who they are, the dead ones, the ones still alive, and the ones who have saved me in so many ways.

i mention karla though, cuz i have to. cuz even though there's so many love songs now they're generic, i can't help adding to the pile and the same goes with words and dedications. the year of death would have ended a different way without her. cuz why the hell bother without love?

now read it if you want to.