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Daze Like This (Novel Excerpt)

The room was flash Las Vegas. Almost a Trumpian conception of what is “class.” A misunderstanding of subtlety and context. Trying hard to downplay the glitz of its location, there were low-key accents of earth tone and a touch of pastel here and there. Perhaps a nod to the implied garishness of the place itself. Then there were the artifacts of gold, which had no real explanation other than it was perhaps designed to give the room an air of luxury. Ashtrays, statues, lamps, tables, all trimmed with gold.

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The Beginning

At times I find it difficult to write about these things because it seems so close yet at the same time far away and surreal. I plod on in search of character and plot that blend seamlessly to tell stories of plain truth that come with the destructive and dangerous behavior of my characters.

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We’ll Meet Again

I threw a house-warming party. It was a mild evening and I opened the windows in the sitting room. A smell of pepperoni wafted up from the pizza place a few doors down. About a dozen people came. I invited Simon, but he was ghosting me.

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Finding Writing

I read more than I write. I gobble up new releases, I go back and tackle the classic books I ‘missed.’ These days I read like a writer—why did she choose that point of view? How did he create that voice?

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Home Sweet Home

The cult of not complaining is a way of deflecting consciousness from the inequity of the system we live beneath, while masking this self-deceit as stoic heroism performed in the face of adversity. 

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The Reunion

We talked our way to a raggedy field, where we sat in the sparse grass and he condemned our past relationship, bid it good riddance, flipped it off. After half an hour of this I asked if we could find a place for me to pee, which led us to stand and to walk more, two hours more, to be precise.