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A Painted Boat Upon a Painted Sea
Feb. 27th, 2011 08:30 amSo.
We have Our Hero who for plot purposes is about to embark on a train to San Francisco where he will meet up with Secondary Shady Millionaire who knows Stuff About the Plot that Our Hero doesn’t.
Some kind of social event – Charity ball? Opera premier?
Some kind of tête-à-tête: For some reason I am envisioning this taking place on a rooftop with a fabulous view of nighttime San Francisco which in the 1930s would mostly be Coit Tower and the topography of the hills themselves. Painted moon hangs in the painted sky, etcetera.
Oh, yeah – before he goes to San Francisco, Our Hero must have poignant conversation with Our Heroine with whom he would be in love if he did not have the ability to turn off his emotions at will.
Information flow must include conversation about Primary Shady Millionaire’s land purchases up and down the California coast, and possibly some amusing conversation about old money versus new money.
No obvious entry into this. Writing will be a bit like chiseling rock, I'm afraid.
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It took me 2 hours to shovel my car out. Towards the end of it, B wandered by to offer me help – I was grateful but at the same time resentful, thinking, why couldn’t you have come two hours ago? Still, the exercise was good for me because it completely snapped me out of my bad mood. I felt sprightly and invigorated for the rest of the day.
Woke up in a terrible mood again though and there’s only about 15 minutes worth of shoveling to do this morning.
Not sure what I do about that.
I miss my tribe…
We have Our Hero who for plot purposes is about to embark on a train to San Francisco where he will meet up with Secondary Shady Millionaire who knows Stuff About the Plot that Our Hero doesn’t.
Some kind of social event – Charity ball? Opera premier?
Some kind of tête-à-tête: For some reason I am envisioning this taking place on a rooftop with a fabulous view of nighttime San Francisco which in the 1930s would mostly be Coit Tower and the topography of the hills themselves. Painted moon hangs in the painted sky, etcetera.
Oh, yeah – before he goes to San Francisco, Our Hero must have poignant conversation with Our Heroine with whom he would be in love if he did not have the ability to turn off his emotions at will.
Information flow must include conversation about Primary Shady Millionaire’s land purchases up and down the California coast, and possibly some amusing conversation about old money versus new money.
No obvious entry into this. Writing will be a bit like chiseling rock, I'm afraid.
It took me 2 hours to shovel my car out. Towards the end of it, B wandered by to offer me help – I was grateful but at the same time resentful, thinking, why couldn’t you have come two hours ago? Still, the exercise was good for me because it completely snapped me out of my bad mood. I felt sprightly and invigorated for the rest of the day.
Woke up in a terrible mood again though and there’s only about 15 minutes worth of shoveling to do this morning.
Not sure what I do about that.
I miss my tribe…
