November 20, 2009

Minutes until I leave to go to tonight’s performance. The one review I’ve seen was judicious. It didn’t mention me, but that could be well as well as ill.

Work proceeds on several fronts at once, plays and screenplays, a review for MountainXpress. I am a tsunami of energy. I’m going to ride this wave until the next loping disappointment comes, which I have learned will subdue me, regardless of my determination that it not.

Lunch with DJ and Kermit. Laughed so hard that I gave myself a stomach ache.

Cold gather outside the windows. I am fearful of it. And of practically nothing else.

Made paintings of their scenes for Trinity and Adam, will haul them to the theater tonight.