But on this day one year ago, pretty much everything was perfect, and we saw Neko Case play an outdoor show in Lowell, Massachusetts. It might have been my last best day. There were some good days in Woodstock, but I don't think any matched Lowell.
Jesus, I need to get the fuck out of this house for a few days.
Yesterday, I wrote. Finally. I did 1,069 words on a new story, "Dead Letter Office," which will appear in Sirenia Digest #113.
Last night, we watched Bill Murray in Theodore Melfi's St. Vincent (2014), and I liked it quite a lot. I suspect there are people who think I indiscriminately love films. But the truth is that I've gotten rather good over the years at avoiding films I know I'll dislike. For every film I watch, I pass over four or five. Couple this with the fact that I only occasionally feel moved to write about the few films I see that I genuinely don't like, and, well, that indiscriminate love is only an illusion. Life is too short to waste it on lousy movies, and too many movies are lousy. Same thing with books, by the way,