approaching day 4: still not on the breadlines


To comfort me in my time of emotional turmoil, I turn to this group picture, taken in the sacred home of Wanakena over New Years. I'm about 3rd from the left, in the unfortunately-attention-grabbing coat (it was my grandmother's and it's VERY VERY warm!) holding up a "W" for Wanakena; and I'm in that coat because we were in the process of walking out the door. Oh, Wanakena. To be there still ...

Well, as I'm stuck here, I'm doing the best I can. There's something creepy about being left alone all day. It's a bit like The Yellow Wallpaper, even if I'm not kept in one room on purpose, because, well, I live in one room. Luckily, my studio's walls are white -- and no one's ever gone crazy in a white-walled room.

I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, reading, writing a lot, sending earnest cover letters. While I wait to either land a job or get a six figure advance on my book, I'm glad to learn that people retain the capacity to be surprised by the blazingly obvious. Observe what was considered "news" today: simmering sexpot Angelina Jolie -- who has been having near constant intercourse with Brad Pitt for nigh on six months -- has failed a pregnancy test; and former DC mayor and semi-rehabilitated felon Marion Barry has failed a drug test.

Oh, also? Anthony Lane is troubled by the state of contemporary American cinema. Don't try to scrape me off the ceiling. It's more comfortable up here.