lighthouse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 11, 2019

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A hot temper and an unfiltered mouth are cute in your twenties but in your forties, it can cost you everything. Here I am forty-three years old with no job headed to Maine with nothing but my laptop, notebook and whatever clothes the sprinklers didn’t get from the front lawn. Going from writing for the Times to potentially not writing at all, is my life. So, what’s in Maine might you ask? My ex-wife and her wife, and she convinced me to go there live in her guest house and get my shit together. She is a saint; Saint Julia and I don’t blame her for divorcing me. Julia tried, between my alcohol problem and drunken bar fights it’s no surprise I drove her to a woman. Once a lawyer, who spent most of her career keeping me out of jail, now owns a fishing boat and she spends her days fishing and supplying fish to markets in her town. She has a Huge lighthouse behind her house, which she has now made a “guest house” for me. Pretty damn symbolic huh? Because my life needs guiding home. I wonder if I’ll run into Stephen King? Maybe.


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