Panama, poetry, and … a novel?
24 October 2011 § 2 Comments
Okay. I’ve just returned to San José from Bocas del Toro, Panama, part of an extensive archipelago where vagabonds, backpackers and filthy rich yachters go to spend their money, time, and winters. The place is surreal and full of sunlight and shipwrecks. It was once a sort of Tortuga, like from the Pirates of the Caribbean films. Unlike Costa Rica, they take care of their roads and that Ford F-150 yellow cabs treat their fares like paying hitch hikers. 60 cents to the other side of town.
More on Panama later. I’ve decided to write a novel. November is National Novel Writer’s Month, and I’ve been putting off participating for years. I’ve said this recently, to someone. Maybe here. Either way, after an inspiring slap on my roasted skin (snorkeling may cause skin cancer, or a career in marine biology – perhaps both), accompanied by a sincere “stop being a fuckass” from a friend who had recently returned from tears and Panama, I’ve decided to stop procrastinating (yeah, right) and participate in this ridiculous tradition of flipping off the publishing industry with 50,000 words in thirty days. Starting 1 November. I’ll do it.
Time for class. more later.