Just a few more days until I head off to the Mesa Refuge to write my book on Joshua trees.
That means two weeks with no work other than my book, no television nor internet, just the slow grinding of the San Andreas Fault beneath me and the slow grinding of words from my nervous system through my fingers onto the hard drive. And a few miles of hiking each morning.
It kinda figures this blog would go silent for two weeks just as traffic starts to pick up. My writing here is so quirky and all-over-the-map-like that I wonder if a guest blogger system would work.
I shudder to think how many texas holdem mortgage viagra trackback pings I’ll come back to. I shudder to think how many fundamentalist Christians will have left comments criticising my heathen family and praising the fine soul of a serial killer while I’m gone.
Maybe I’ll find a wireless hotspot in Point Reyes Station.
