My Sweetheart's on the Barricade Wednesday, November 05, 2003

You are never bitter, deceptive or petty.
--a fortune cookie I got twice in five days

You're not deceptive!
--a wiseass friend

A day of conspiring. My buddy John, who has no blog I can point you toward but writes reviews occasionally, came over to lock lobes about Secret Thing #2. Our second visit in two weeks. Last time was a field trip to the scene of the crime. This time was the nitty-gritty stuff: How to make the crime, which nobody remembers and may not even have been a crime, compelling. We turned it over for a few hours, breaking only to add two new disk drives and a hard drive to my computer, which John carried out with the speed and cunning of a Nascar pit crew. XP was amenable to the grafts.

Over dinner we talked life. I'd run out of steam on the plots by then. So we went after the easy questions: Why are we doing this? What do we want to get? Who are we writing this for? No good answers, but it was fun slogging through the bullshit. The waitress forgot our forks.

Returning to work soon. Dreading it quietly. This may be why I've had a headache for four days now. But the Secret Things are progressing, even looking like the kinds of places I can lose myself. And it was nice to have some time to devote to work, not to mention taking it easy occasionally with Mrs. WTJ.

Grateful as well to have John as a collaborator. The Secret Thing has big political overtones, and he started laying out some of them during our talk today. I told him, "Look, I think we may be coming from opposite ends of the spectrum on this one." Fine by him. We kept on talking about Al Crowley and goatfucking.

It didn't hit me at the time, but I had just come over the other side of a mountain. Maybe life is normal again.

@ 10:31:00 PM,

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