Is it a bad thing when a not-terribly-successful writer gets an attach of nostalgia for one of his own works from 20 years ago?
You know those self-produced EP's and LP's that rock bands release on local, independent labels before a major label picks them and signs them, and then everyone calls their first major-label release "their first album"? Example: Nirvana made cassettes of their early garage recordings to sell at their shows before they were even signed to SubPop. That's how I think of Eastern Daylight.
The first chapter is up, and the rest will be posted every week or two.
Go ahead. Read it. It's free. If you like it, tell me; you wouldn't be the first. If it sucks tell me; you wouldn't be the first.
Blogging Sporadically since 2014
Here you will find political campaign-related entries, as well as some about my literature, Houston underground arts, peace & justice, urban cycling, soccer, alt-religion, and other topics.