A new website called Brooklyner just launched and I have a story called "Prunes at Gunpoint" in it. It's fun!
If James Salter's in the running for short story prizes, everyone else can just give up. Except like Alice Munro and William Trevor.
Last night I watched True Blood, Breaking Bad, Curb Your Enthusiasm, and maybe something else, I can't remember. This weekend I saw Fright Night and Conan the Barbarian. Fright Night was extremely fun... Colin Farrell in particular was eating up his scenes like steak. And the girl is gorgeous.
Then I read The Book of Werewolves.
Today I got in an elevator and Tom Cruise and Jeremy Renner got in too. I tried to look anywhere except at Tom Cruise, to avoid seeming like I knew it was Tom Cruise. Then before I got off I made eye contact and he nodded, like, "I know you know I'm Tom Cruise. It's ok. Really."