Progress Report #29 and a Parrot Update

I’ve finished my second pass though the second draft’s Chapter Fourteen, “The Wanderer.” Now onto Chapter Fifteen. I don’t have a working title for it yet. That’s moot, though. This is going to be a long chapter, and I’m reasonably certain that these long chapters are going to be broken down into short ones in the third and final draft. This chapter deals with an incredibly intense four-month period in early 1974. I’m laying the foundations for life after music. Now that I’m ensconced in North Beach, I start meeting some interesting as well as some scary bohemians; I have a profoundly unsettling experience at a Bob Dylan concert; and I keep getting closer—although I don’t know it yet—to the day where I’m forced to move out onto the streets.

I struck gold yesterday. I was looking up some innocuous little detail on the Internet and stumbled upon an incredibly rich vein of information on the time and place—North Beach (San Francisco) in 1974—that I’m gearing up to write about.

For those following this: It’s quite clear now that the eggs underneath the bed are infertile. But Big Bird and Parker haven’t given up on them yet. They sit on them all day long and come out only to eat. They’re in a completely different state than we usually see them in. They are absolutely devoted to those eggs. They run out and attack our feet whenever we walk too close to the bed. We have to leave our shoes on at all times.

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3 Responses to “Progress Report #29 and a Parrot Update”

  1. Sarah Says:

    You wrote: I have a profoundly unsettling experience at a Bob Dylan concert.

    What happened, Mark? Did Bob Dylan (eww!) show up?

    And this: It’s quite clear now that the eggs underneath the bed are infertile.

    Dang! Oh, well.

    Finally, this: But Big Bird and Parker … are absolutely devoted to those eggs. They run out and attack our feet whenever we walk too close to the bed. We have to leave our shoes on at all times.

    This is hilarious. I recommend hiking boots!

  2. Kelley Says:

    Believe it or not I have a chihuahua named Parker and a cockatiel named Big Bird! Great, silly names 🙂

  3. Tracy Glomski Says:

    I love those funny little synchronicities in life which arrive with impeccable timing, like your lucky discovery on the Internet.

    Personally, I’m relieved on your behalf, that you won’t have to deal with frequent feedings or with finding homes for conure babies while in the midst of writing a book. Our sun conure spent several weeks this spring sitting on his “eggs” (i.e., a couple of large plastic beads tucked under his tummy). I’ve never seen him do that before. I think it’s a sign the birds are thriving, when they have the energy to take an active interest in rearing offspring.

    I always put my boots on first thing in the morning and can’t take them off until everybody’s tucked in for the evening. Kind of crazy, how territorial the conures can be on the floor. It’s certainly taught me to mind where I’m walking at all times.

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