June 4, 2008 § 3 Comments
Writing? Um, yeah. Well, I’m doing some serious outlining anyway. Reading? Yes, a bit. David Sedaris’s NAKED. I’ll go into more depth later on this book but at first read, in spite of his humor, he’s tough on himself and his family. The essay on his tics was disturbing to the point you’re glad he takes up smoking which eradicates them, and the essay on his YaYa nails the loneliness concept.
But where I have been? True confession: Twice to the movie theatre for SATC. It’s the fashion. It’s the City. Yeah, I watch indies and cultural films, too, so don’t diss me. But NYC? With a more than decent wrap-up of a six-season show? Go.