hott and dangerous,

So I started talking to someone at a party last night and eventually came upon the fact that we are both novelists. He was writing a satire on southern California and the public school system, and talking to him was fascinating and he made me want to be a better writer. I called my novel Sci-Fi again, for the first time in a while, actually. He told me that he finished a novel in college (he had graduated one or two years ago) and that it wasn't very good in retrospect. I hope that doesn't happen to me. The conversation was long and difficult to shake.

Love, 
Loch.


*This was written on Saturday morning.