Wednesday, January 16, 2008


Exhausted.  Feeling that interior itch.  Strange deep dreams last night - thriller plots and all characters with oversized wigs.  

Days and days of setting up this thing at DKNY and trying to polish my novel.  Splitting the creative impulse between the commercial and the purely artistic.  Both have their satisfactions.  It's fun to play with other people's money but nothing is better than sitting quietly and letting the anything come forth - yesterday it was in the majestic main reading room at the main library on 42nd street.  It's now a sea of laptops of course.  Funny though how many people go there to go through their mail.

I have library stories for days.  Maybe for another day though.

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