The SoCal Exile Journal Day 4: Technically Over

I’m not good at saying goodbye. Although to be fair I probably don’t know anyone who would say that their talents lie primarily in goodbyes, I just mean I dislike leaving things. Especially pretty things with good sushi. And so it was for NorCal. On my second day in the windy city of…hills and brotherly lights (?) my friend was kind of enough to show me (albeit by car, but whatever, it was raining hard) the Golden Gate Bridge (it’s so red!), a French restaurant in Presidio with choice onion soup, that crooked street on the hill that’s chock full of bricks and a close part of Marin County (with the brunch place on the water?). Mostly because my plane was delayed. But my point is: San Francisco is absolutely gorgeous, the people were handsomely dressed, and I was able to visit the Original Swensen’s for Caramel Turtle ice cream after several sake bombs. That’s like infinity wins.

But duty and my father called, and so I had to return to San Diego and then back to Boston to resume the rigors of journalism and pay my roommate his rent check. And so I’m back in my beloved Beantown living again amongst kilometers of snow and the pained looks of people who haven’t been to the Original Swensens. And since I like to reflect, I would say that this was a very productive exile. The trip afforded me the opportunity to entirely re-create the middle of my book, I was able to enjoy not less than two a-ha! moments, I hashed out an intense outline of the end, and–on the plane–I was able to sort out three vignettes that I’d previously had little-to-no-idea how to deal with before my computer died and I started watching Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium sans volume. Of course, I could’ve done more work and spent less time cavorting and gallivanting, but I like to think that my brain was processing and making connections during the down time. Right? Right? Totally.

The Father-Son Relationship Quote of the Day: After sampling my Clif Bar brand Mojo Bar (mountain mix flavor): “Your fancy-pants energy bars are too crunchy.”

Thank you for staying tuned during my brief respite on the Left Bank. Without your love, support, and offers to tri-habitate, I can honestly say I would’ve done much, much less. We will now return to our regularly scheduled program of blog entries. But since I kind of dig writing more frequently, I’ll try and do this sort of thing more often. And as a reminder, you guys/girls have a say in the matter.  This is America, man. So if you’re interested in seeing more of a type of entry, or quiz or anything, feel free (as always) to speak on it in the Comments or send me a (handwritten!) note via snail mail. I’m now off to make snarky (but well-timed!) comments to myself while watching the Oscars.

Why am I kind of nervous to see the hippies tomorrow?


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11 thoughts on “The SoCal Exile Journal Day 4: Technically Over

  1. Kevin Alexander

    Continued personal responses via numbers:

    4. Thank you Shelly. I also enjoy the A-Ha moments, although they don’t come nearly as often as they should, which makes them both beautiful and frustratingly ephemeral. Whoa. I just spelled ephemeral right first time… finally the MFA is paying off.

    5. Mindy: How about twice a week? I can probably do that. Maybe… wait. No, totally. Twice a week.

    6. Megann: If your mix doesn’t include Brandy/Monica "The Boy is Mine", don’t even bother.

    7. And finally, Pat: Thank you for all of your kind words. My dad will probably not allow another SoCal trip till the summer, so I will have to find some sort of truce point with the hippies. Are not hippies into "togetherness"? Perhaps I need to start listening to some jam bands…

  2. Kevin Alexander

    Ok, whew. I’m going to try and take one thing at a time:

    1. Genevieve: Yes! Amazing that she won for best screenplay. And I have it on the inside that you may be seeing her in the pages of WD… just an fyi. Ssshhhh. And the hippies have taken over… they are now offering t-shirts for sale that smell like patchouli (although it’s unclear whether that is intentional or just because they’ve been sitting in the back of an old VW van that also smells like patchouli)

    2. Lisa: I don’t think you ever have to worry about me having something to worry about. Once the book is done, the transition to selling and all of that should be significantly worrisome and potentially debilitating (hopefully in an entertaining way).

    3. Tom: Don’t die. That would be a serious drag for all readers of the Comments section. And, perhaps more obviously, for you as well. I recommend Kombucha tea. It tastes gross and makes you feel worse, but eventually I’m sure there is some sort of ancillary benefit.

  3. Pat

    Yes, I too must admit I like the frequent blogs. It’s nice to know a writer who actually makes money writing also struggles with those ups and downs and has the wonderful “ah ha” moments just like us unpaid folks.

    Glad you like San Francisco and yes the trip is always too short when visit a new place. At least you saw a few of the sites in that beautiful city and got a break from the writing. I think mini vacations give you an incentive to write more and write better.

    Here’s hoping your Dad misses you enough to start putting money away for your next airline ticket. And I sure hope the hippies didn’t take over the coffee shop while you were away. I mean, don’t they know that is your table already. I guess they don’t get it because they aren’t writers.

    Now get to work on that ending. I’m waiting with bated breath to hear the results on your novel from the big guys.

  4. Shelly

    I loved reading your frequent posts. It’s nice to know that some days are better than other and that inspiration hits sometimes when least expected. I love those A-HA moments, especailly in San Fran (my old stomping ground). Glad to hear you got to take in a few of the sites, even in the rain.

  5. Tom

    I’m hoping you don’t get sick now that you’ve returned to the land of ice and snow. You know, one of those, "Breathed too much recycled air" things or whatever you get from being in a tube for hours with other people who undoubtedly have some sort of communicable disease or whatever they commune with.

    What does this have to do with your blog? Well, nothing, except it would impede said bloggage were you to become ill, and half the country has ick right now, including myself, which is why I’ve missed all these entries until today. (Ah, I knew I had a tie-in somewhere).

    Lastly, your dad has obviously not been in dire need of sound nutrition while riding a ’76 BMW motorcycle from Indiana to Utah, otherwise he’d be grateful for the bountiful and tasty nutrition provided by the good makers of the Clif Bar.

    Now, if you’ll excuse my while I lapse into another death-rattling fit of coughing…

    More blogs would be good!

  6. Lisa Bakewell

    Good post. Glad to hear that you’re making headway. You’d better start contemplating, though, on a new worry topic. Your thesis (book) is almost done and you’ll need some new drama–some new fodder for blog topics. Does Kevin Alexander exist without worry and pressure? 🙂


  7. Genevieve

    First, are you not totally stoked that Diablo Cody won for best screenplay? Awesome.

    I like the frequent entries. It’s always good to see another writer’s ups and downs because I think I’m too hard on myself for mine. When I read about yours and others I cut myself some slack. That’s cool that you had a successful trip. Speaking of tripping, perhaps you fear the hippies because they’ve taken over the coffee shop since you’ve been gone. In a non-violent, groovy sort of way of course.


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