spent 2 nights on the Queen Mary in Long Beach for a “research date.” i.e. research for book that is date-appropriate. So I run around with the headphone tour for hours making notes about the boat and gf naps in cabin. In the car listened to The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter audiobook (the reader is great!) and I did do some writing that felt character-immersed this morning back home.
meanwhile, find that when I am not in very art-productive place I a) agonize unproductively about american injustice and b) fantasize about winning things (something I resist in a pretty healthy way most of the time– or at least when I am working well.) c) healthy. american. ugh.