Me linking to blog post imitating me well enough to be me.

Went by the studio of a sculptor named Ursula von Rydingsvard yesterday, very lovely and impressive. Giant sculptures made of cedar.

MEMO TO BOYS

my friend who is a girl asked me to transmit her memo to boys:

attn: boys

it matters to show up

and to call

NO CONTENT

Diala told me I don't post enough--I should post something.

Dessert. I had a dream about desserts.

Sanity. Thank god for swimming, it has made my head right, I can sleep and think properly.

Galley. I've been reading through the galley of Midnight Picnic. There's a feeling of anticipatory happiness and dread when you read your galley.

Money fear. Have spent money unwisely; have none this month. Going into credit card debt.

T-shirt. I want this "Reading" t-shirt but my nemesis already bought it, so I can't.

Dad. My dad came to town to work on a Buchla, an obscure/inscrutable instrument used to create the first electronic symphonies many years ago.

Book. Writing a story now about kids who explode.

Friends' writing. A lot of friends have given me things to read recently--stories or excerpts or full novels. They were all really good. It's kind of humbling.

L.A. Going to Los Angeles tomorrow.

Spent the last few days at a house in Massachusetts. Kind of sick now, sore throat, general fatigue. Ate some maple-slathered bacon, took a lot of baths, saw turkeys, wrote eleven pages. What else? Not much. Had vivid dreams.

Came home and found some galleys for Midnight Picnic in my mailbox. Pleasing.

ALMOST THE LAST SCENE

from Strangelets. The last chapter is written, but other chapters remain unwritten.

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