Finished The Woman Upstairs, a strange book about cruelty among women. To make art, any act of cruelty is okay. To make art, it’s okay to pretend to be friends with someone and just screw with them. I liked the book because Claire Messud is a good writer; she’s reliably good. It’s all so unhappy.
Travel makes you skip days. Last week Winter Institute in Albuquerque. Wednesday San Diego, and then New York where it will be cold.
We create for ourselves a refuge. In today’s indie publishing world, I need a refuge.
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