Saturday
Aug 10
Tomorrow’s the final day of this book deadline. Feeling terribly lonely and also good about people today. Saturday night in America. You can hear the parties in the neighborhood from where I sit—10:30pm, about to get back to edits after a day away from it. There’s a punk band playing some houseparty out there in the darkness of the palm trees and the rooftops, somewhere between here and the sea. They’re covering a Doors song and they sound like shit and I’m happy they exist. I hope this book finds its place in many hearts out there. I’m trying very hard.