They say money can’t buy happiness, but antidepressants sure aren’t free.

Bukowski referred to his need to write as his imbellic urge. He wasn’t at war with the process. He needed to do it or he felt sick. His point was that he didn’t do it for money. Charles had more self awareness than most I believe.

I’ve been doing this for over 50 years now and I have never tried to get money for it. This is about to change…

I have a finished novel, and a treatment and screenplay will be in the hands of others soon. I have this Imbellic Urge to be paid.

The Ferry left the mainland.

Left us on the shore behind.

She said she wasn’t in a hurry.

The Wait she didn’t seem to mind.

The air was damp and salty.

The Wait was long and pure.

We were headed to the island.

On our east coast Celtic Tour.

Found in a Cape Breton Diner

It is a grey light in the early morning rain. I like it here like this in the quiet and calm. She is sleeping and growing and I wait… Between the raindrops somewhere peaceful.