It's a sunny day, the sky too blue, he first day of Autumn after a miserably failed summer. Currently, it's 80˚F.
Yesterday was spent realizing that I took the wrong path to try and find The End to the Still Untitled Mars Novella (SUMN). So, now I'm throwing out 3,389 words of text, two days of work, and beginning over from the end of Section Four. This has to be finished by Monday. Kathryn and I are about the read aloud through everything that isn't being tossed out, and I hope to fuck the answers come to me.
Last night, we went to the Cable Car to see Jeff Feuerzeig's Author: The JT LeRoy Story. What a sad, sordid, absurd mess. I almost walked out partway through, sick of watching other people's dirty laundry. This film could stand as a best argument against authors becoming celebrities. The lure of celebrity is always fatal. Fame is anathema to art.