Friday

clockwise from top left: Katie, me, Jeanne, Shannon

American Genius: A Comedy by Lynne Tillman was the book. The beer garden behind Wildside West was the place.

I didn't have what it took to finish the book. I lost all patience with the narrator and her sensitive skin, though I probably could take a lesson from her regarding her bimonthly facials.

Happily, Shannon had sent a rough draft of her own writing around the day before, and its effect on me was exhilarating. How does she write the way she does? None of us can figure it out, and maybe Shannon can't either. But as long as she keeps typing we'll be under her spell, and I have a feeling someday you might be under her spell too.