Good news: I no longer need to work on my third novel, which I’d been having trouble with anyway.
soleil for a day
1. cirque love Since starting gymnastics at age five—or at least since reading Geek Love in college—I’ve wanted to run away and join the circus. Actually, the problem was that I wanted to join the circus but I didn’t want to run away. How fortunate, then, that AK found out about Cirque School , where you can lea rn the trapeze arts without ever leaving L.A. She gave me a class for my birthday, which I finally redeemed last night (after reading up on it, I decided it sounded kind of hardcore, and that I needed to build up some flexibility and upper body strength before going—I’m not sure that happened, but a month passed, I was a little closer to reuniting with my left splits and I was itching to take the class). The classes are held at Absolution L.A. , a small West Hollywood studio walled with honey-colored wood and stocked with pilates machines, trapezes, a climbing wall, red vinyl chairs and other items of expensive-looking fu rn iture. It reminded me, I told AK later,
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And I think there should be a cat in the tree. Especially at the end. The cat dies from a gunshot. This only makes sense if you've seen it - no spoilers.
Can't WAIT to see your piece, you can never have too many cats.
Tracy: Even though I'm easily intimidated, I've got enough of a writerly ego to keep giant boxes of my past bad writing. You gotta believe in your own genius-ness.
All My Cats. Brilliant.
let's GO GO GO people!