February 3rd, 2010

No matter how many books I’m currently contracted to do I can’t resist looking for the next manuscript to write. I’ve started to dive into the life of pioneer architect Julia Morgan. She designed and oversaw the construction of more than 800 buildings in the Old West. With the exception of her friendship with William Randolph Hearst (the to built Heart’s castle) little is known about her personal life. That alone is fascinating. Surely there must be something out there that would tell her story. A journal, letters?I’m determined to find it at this point and begin writing the proposal for the book I want to write about her. I’ll use my P.I. license that I now have to venture into areas that are off limits to anyone who isn’t a private detective. Perhaps that’s where I’ll uncover Julia’s story. A good portion of my afternoon yesterday was spent dealing with the person who stole my credit card number and was charging several musical instruments to the account. I recently booked my airline tickets to Billings on-line and the thief got the information from there. It’s been a nightmare. Many of my days are filled with these irritating situations. Whether it’s dealing with prison officials about my brother’s ever failing health or trying to convince a pet shop store owner in Cleveland who barely speaks English that my credit card number was stolen and it wasn’t me who purchased 70 pounds of monkey-chow, life can be a irritating. There’s been too much irritation and work and not enough play. I’m not having any fun in life and I’m lonely. Of course you can’t tell that from my recent credit card use. Evidently I ordered enough music equipment to start my own band. So apparently I’m rich and at least hang out with a drummer and a xylophone player.