Sorry About the Vanishing Posts

In writing you can say anything, you have to at a certain point. But starting a post with the p-word takes a lot of moxie.

First I posted it, then took it down. Then softened it up with the post on Stephen King. Then buried it with a follow-up post. (An artistic error, rushing to post the next piece of the story too soon. The whole point of this blog is serial storytelling; rushing the story is like rushing a step in tango--timing is what makes the whole thing hang together.) Then took it down again. Then slept on it. And now up again.

Putting that post up is as nerve-wracking as walking into the Merc on Friday nights. And keeping it up there is as hard as staying at the Merc as the room fills up.

Here's the deal:

If I keep the posts online, I can go to the Merc.

Diaz and Paris are playing on Friday.

See you then.