Archive for September, 2011

For purposes of the book I’m working on, I have in the past 48 hours Googled “explosives tunnel” and “Cessna stall speed.” Y’figger someone somewhere has started a file on me yet?*

*Right. That file’s been open a while now.

Writing mostly, but gonna be venturing out some:

Stillwater, Minnesota: Speaking as part of Writers on Writing series. September 20, more information here.

Menomonie, Wisconsin: “Clodhopper Monologues” CD release show. More information here.

Ashippun, Wisconsin (roughly between Madison and Milwaukee): More information here.

Reedsburg, Wisconsin: More information here.

Up at the desk farmer-early, just went out to feed chickens (hawk got another one yesterday, all helpful tips not helping, we’ve lost around ten now and are reduced to keeping them penned under a tiny area of netting, true solution is “extralegal”), now writing, got pep talk from editor yesterday (there are days I figure she rues the day my typing ever crossed her desk) (she operates in the realm of firm patience, whereas I operate in the realm of quaking diddle-ry), now listening to John Lydon sing with Golden Palominos, he opens the song with a resonant belch, that is to say an artistic belch, not the worst thing, really, and now I’m back to working on the book. Oh, and the Lydon belch reminds me, have to feed the pigs.

And all this just to say that after this past weekend with its travels and worry and laughter and even more its moments of quiet reflection I am operating in the awareness that freedom is a great hard-won gift, the winning of which requires perpetuity in small ways as well as big ways.

Tickets now on sale for special Clodhopper Monologues CD release show. The Mabel Tainter is a gorgeous venue. Mike will be performing material from the new CD as well as new material (from the upcoming Clodhopper Monologues Part Two) and material from his newest book in progress.

Three days, three towns, two states, 803 miles, two songs, buncha stories, batches of handshakes, and countless kind words. Thank you, everyone. Home at 1:30 a.m., up writing at 7 a.m., and just kissed three beautiful ladies g’morning.