Welcome to Non-Sequitur Theatre...

For four days I didn't hear any news. The only music I heard was at the most capable direction of Dr. Demento, Luke Ski, Tony Goldmark and Tom Smith. I didn't touch a keyboard. I didn't look at a computer screen.

I sat on a hallway floor and realized how I could plot out the Copernicus story and began to do so. I sat in a room and listened to my fellow writers for quite a few hours. I saw my friends. I saw only one enemy, and that on my last run through the Dealers' Room.

I saw Ray, and I am most happy to report that he and Lisa will soon be parents.

I talked a lot and was silent a lot.

I was on my own a lot.

It was at times very loud, and there were too many people.

Things happened.

Diet Coke was expensive.

I bought a t-shirt and a nice crystal.

And now I'm home and today I will go back to work.


Sorry if I sound kind of tentative about the whole thing but I'm still trying to sort out what I feel. I'm sort of uneasy about the fact that I don't seem to feel anything.

These are my people. Why don't I feel connected to any of it?


There is something seriously wrong in my head. I don't know what or why but there is something majorly wrong.


I've made a start on the Copernicus story. I always feel better when I'm doing a project. Just have to get to work.