Yesterday I think I finally found my way over the wall and into the plot of Cherry Bomb. I wrote 1,502 words on the first chapter.
There isn't much else to be said about yesterday, but that ought be enough.
In case I haven't mentioned it here, and you don't follow me on Facebook or Twitter, I will be reading, along with Michael Cisco, at KGB Bar in Manhattan on October 16th. At 7 p.m., I think. And no, I have no idea what I'll read.
Latest childish and utterly cringe-worthy internet slang: "selfies." Use this if you want to remove any doubt you're a simpering idiot.
Last night Kathryn and I watched all six episodes of Hit & Miss (~4.5 hours), a 2012 British mini-series about a transsexual contract killer who discovers she has an eleven-year-old son. Directed by Paul Abbott, it stars Chloë Sevigny, and...wow. It's brilliant. Sevigny brings a vulnerable, brutal authenticity to her role that makes the series both hard to watch and impossible to look away from. See it, if you can. It's currently streaming on Netflix.
And I have to write.
Someone Please Cut the Lights,
Aunt Beast
