Another week closer to.....

Once again, you can thank my buddy Wayne Allen Sallee for the picture that graces this entry. He finds some of the coolest pictures.

Anyway, not much new to report, I guess. I had a fun evening with a lovely young lady last Thursday. She's leaving town tomorrow and we wanted to get together and hang out before she left. It was one of the best nights out I've had in eons. She's a sweetheart and I'll miss her dearly, but Portland is beckoning her considerable talents. I wish her well.

Boy, was I tired Friday morning.

But, it was a good kind of tired. A happy kind of tired, if that makes sense. Still, I slept like a rock last night.

Now, on to fictive things. MURDER AT PK'S is in the final proofing phase and being readied to publish. The same will probably happen for the short-short story collection, LIL' FELLERS, in the near future. I've also been editing an old, old, old novel for publication as well. It's entitled PURGATORY and was written in 1987. I'm about half way through that now, too. Another poetry collection (I've been writing a lot of it for some reason lately) will come out by year's end, too. It's entitled GAS STATION ROSE. I hope to start filming THE BIG MUDDY MONSTER in late October/early November. And, if that's not being busy enough, Jim Foerster and I are going to start working on an avant garde spoken word album this fall, too. No set title for that yet, but I've been writing some experimental pieces for it. Think William S. Burrough's SPARE ASS ANNIE written by a redneck and you're in the territory of where that'll take you. Actually, what inspired the notion of a spoken word cd was William Shatner's HAS BEEN cd. I get a lot of laughs from people when I say it's one of my favorite cds from last year, but it's the truth. I highly recommend checking it out. It's all about old age and death and Shatner really does have an amazing sense of humor.

Anyway, hope everyone is fine. Sorry I haven't been posting more regularly....but I've been busy.

Take care, friends.
Roger

47

Well, Yesterday was my 47th birthday. I never thought I'd get this old, to be honest. My father died at the ripe old age of 50 and I'm a bit scared about that myself. But, I'm trying to put the past behind me. It's a tough thing for me to do. I'm old and set in my ways, and I did love my wife very, very much. I had the displeasure of being near her for a couple of hours yesterday and it made me realize just how much I didn't know the woman. It's strange. She has laid in my arms and told me she loved me. Now, it's like I'm talking to a complete stranger. Of course, I know that I'm better off without her. She brought nothing but lies and deceit into my home, and treated me like a second-class human being in that home. But, I did love the woman. There will always be a part of me that loves her, but I am trying to seal that part of my heart away and move on. She doesn't care. All I can do is remember the good times and hope a good woman presents herself to me soon. I will try to work on that in the coming months.

I have the final proof of MURDER AT PK'S circulating right at the moment. I found a few logical errors (minor ones, really....you can't write a book over the course of a year without those!), and am fixing them. Brad Moore is doing the cover.Hopefully, the book will be out there sometime in September. We'll see.

Hey, if you're on myspace, check me out (www.myspace.com/rogerdaletrexler). Some of my friends are pretty cool.

later,
Roger