Pride Month

It's the first of June, which is Pride Month, and shortly will follow all the whining straight WASP men asking why there isn't a Straight Month...as if the whole goddamned year isn't theirs. Selfish, pathetic lads pissed because we want a slice of the pie they have chosen to keep for themselves, only. Well, fuck 'em.

Just for fun, I made crepes for brunch. Out of Bisquick. I actually have a recipe. And I have Nutella and bananas, so I made 6 of them wrapped around those little beasties, and they turned out very nicely. Not as nice as the ones I'd gotten at the Farmer's Market, in LA, or a kiosk in London, by the Thames, but still damn good. They weren't pretty, so no pictures...but belly very happy.

I wrote another 1700 words on PvSH, today, and am having fun fucking around with the straight male psyche. Brian Walstead arranges a secret meeting with Frank Paley about the story Simon wrote and they commiserate over ribs and beer, and without saying it come to the decision Simon must be killed. Then Brian tells Judge Denton about the story and they come up with a strategy to minimize it, as if nothing else has been decided.

Something else came up in Brian's talk with Denton that I'm not crazy about so will probably cut. I had once thought of having Denton and his wife be Brian's godparents, but that seems a bit off. Still considering it...but now it's like an unnecessary distraction.

Anyway, what this has done is cut away about 20% of the outline I'd worked up and dumped having the prosecution present falsified evidence to claim Simon had been arrested before. It was coming across as awkward, and now is no longer necessary. So bye-bye.

Since I have no travel plans, now, I may get a first draft of this book done this month.