I’m past the 70k mark and it’s the Winchester House, with all those corridors to nowhere. The plot seems drowned in repetitive behavior. The writing is good. Why is it good?
We’ve been power watching Breaking Bad since the middle of August and we’re almost caught up, but the show is about the only art I’ve been exposed to for a month and in high doses. I can’t sleep. I can’t wait for it to be over. I think I’ve done something bad to my brain.
I dreamed that Cathy Day disapproved of me going to Baltimore Comic-Con.
I haven’t shown any of the ms to my husband, and that is probably a huge mistake.
I need exercise.