Monthly Archives: September 2010

After you go pick up some bread from that shop you like for your friend who’s making you dinner look at chapter three and see if the narrator doesn’t disgust you.  Then if it doesn’t and you better hope it … Continue reading →

I am trying to realize something, at least in so many words that I am about to write.  The idea that what a writer does is “write the truth” and that this comes from some clean act of observing the … Continue reading →

Thinking about clocks, this line from John Ashbery:  Something only a clock can tell you/ how it feels not what it means.  (Not sure I have the line break or punctuation right– I don’t have the poem in front of … Continue reading →

Scattered, working on sentences out of context.  Had seven things I was going to do for art today, wide ranging, free music to see, yardsale benefit thing to help at, book I read to write up notes about, new books … Continue reading →

I have a cd of the audiobook version of my first book, my novel, done by a really nice woman with a lovely voice.  I am very moved that she decided to do it, very glad it is in the … Continue reading →

Woke up at 5 am which is nuts for me, gave myself a few minutes to fall asleep and didn’t so I got up and wrote for a couple hours.  Began trying to make a relationship between not knowing about … Continue reading →

Yesterday:  went for my annual check-up (learned a little about estrogen, soy, and the pros and cons of several vaccinations);  my doctor gets prettier every year; and then I applied for a grant, which I think has as much and … Continue reading →

I wrote some sentences for my book about Juliette Lewis and Robert DeNiro in the remake of Cape Fear.  I worried about whether I am digging myself into a hole, writing a novel with practically no variation of pace, or … Continue reading →

I’ve been following, peripherally, some of the chatter about the gender politics of literary celebrity (Franzen etc), and also, as a so-far-silent board member of the fledgling organization VIDA, gauging my responses to their project called “the count” in which … Continue reading →

For art today I worked on a paragraph about charcoal, which they fill your body with when you o.d.  Then I went to sfmoma, looking for things that would help me understand something about the book I’m trying to write. … Continue reading →