Polyploid

Once upon a time I wrote a book. While writing that book I had a dry spell. I spent days unable to get a single word upon the page. Then I drank a glass of wine. A few glasses later there were eleven pages, and a completed rough draft. In that moment I realized why so many authors are alcoholics.* Drinking releases your inhibitions. It wipes your fear. You can make a fool of yourself, and you don't give a shit. The blank page is no longer your enemy. You no longer fear its judgement. This is why so many great drunks are authors. This is why I haver not written another book. *In the words of Hemingway, "Write drunk. Edit sober."

 I started from a dream this morning, my heart pounding. We were running. It was a race. It was mostly women. We were running downhill and underground. It got easier the further we went. There were strange corners. There was the place where the black woman lawyer showed her underground club. And then we were running again. It started with an monitoring system that had been taken over. We had to install the last two pipes in a place where they'd been formerly, but we couldn't. One broken, and I wasn't listened to. The monitoring system had been slowly taken over by someone for a very long time. This was the last one, and one of the tube broke during installation. They were long things with cups at the end. The cups were glass. They were wrapped in a foil for installation. One broke. We argued, and then we had to run. At first there will only women, although a friend who might have been David Raikow was there. Soren too. We ran along the freeway. It was both a dash and a mara