I think I’m not getting some messages here so if I’ve ignored you it wasn’t intentional! this is my email address if you’ve tried to contact me and received silence in return! sorry sorry!
sometimes when I think of stories I think of titles first but that doesn’t happen much. the one I’m working on at the moment is saved as ‘bad baby story’ and then the new draft is ‘mackie, blood, beds’ and they aren’t permanent names, the one about frances is just called that, frances, updated march, frances, late march. I just thought of a new idea for one that would probably be called ‘no other girls’ and I guess I want that to be a boy who fucks around a lot telling the girl he’s decided fits best that he wants to see only her, but she fucks around a lot too so it’s not easy
since I started this position less than a month ago I have been involved in the firing of one person, the resignation of someone, and today the issuing of a first and final warning to someone else and I feel really terrible about it, I do my best to avoid conflict, I feel sick with it
and it’s my heart, not me, who cannot drive / I had an idea for a new story yesterday and it would be about a girl who passes out hiking at yosemite and maybe wakes up with a man’s hand on her thigh and then goes and breaks up with her boyfriend or goes and her parents are getting divorced and before that she’s on the bus to meet them, works in la, wants to edit films not be an actress, a man in a bar asked her if she did and when she said no he said lucky, you don’t have the face for it (and you couldn’t afford to) + also the fucking in the toilet thing that g + I thought was going to happen on the bus to san francicso would be in it + something about the hot cop who helped her change a flat in the city or maybe it would be from the perspective of a boy that meets her at the park and gets caught up in all her small family drama, ideas are so messy, isn’t it great when they come into your brain like that! / I really truly love the part in good intentions paving company where she says and am in love with the hook upon which everyone hangs because I am too
workshop got postponed because j is unwell so I went to muji and bought flannel clothing and I’m going to go home and wear them and write write write