February 19th, 2006



I finished reading the Bella Pollen book. Smart chick lit is how I'd describe it.

I bought a ready-made quiche at the market Friday night. It's going to be a yummy breakfast today. I haven't had quiche in years.

The CDs stacked by the top steps fell down.

Today I'll be looking at a New York guide book to see if there's anything I want to do there next month. My husband commented that he was feeling some internal pressure to meet with people while there. I told him he could do that and I'd stay at the hotel to read and write. He responded that I could do that at home anytime. Um, yes, but how often could I say I was writing in New York?

Last night we saw William Eggleston in the Real World. He's a dreamy sort of fellow who is certainly his own person. I think someone like Michael Almereyda was perfect for making it. Only a friend like him could get that kind of access to Eggleston.

Writing Group a Bust

So today's writing group was a bit of a bust. I was the only person who showed up. I did send an email to the group to them know I was there. About 3:00pm or so someone did show up. We hadn't met before so it was interesting to meet a new person. I would guess ~M~ is about 10 years younger than I. I'll just say she's in an entirely different place in her life.