Yesterday was one of those long, lonely days they don’t tell you about in “you’re going to be a full-time writer” school. Well, they do try to warn you, but you don’t listen because you have an agenda and a dream and don’t want anyone poking holes in either. The day just draaaaagggged on forever. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t get myself out of the house. From 10-7, I did virtually nothing of any value on any of the usual scales—productivity, “inner life”, interpersonal relations, or creative development. The only obstacle was, of course, me. Fortunately for my own sanity, the day was bookended by a great interview with City Weekly in the a.m., and a lovely dinner out with friends in the p.m. Scott at CW asked some really wonderful questions and I’m looking forward to seeing it run, I think next week. I’m on a bit of a mini-junket with an interview with the Deseret News next week and an appearance on Park City TV. These two things are a bit nervous making, I admit, because the D-News wants me to come to the office for an in-person interview and picture, and because PCTV is, well, TV. Ack. It’s all, of course, part of the big lead-up to the King’s English launch!

I really, really, really, really, really want a car. This town is just not very friendly to non-drivers and that is not helping with my “I feel trapped and alone” feeling. Is there some company out there that would like to give me a car for free, and I’ll drive it around in  displaying a company logo? Anyone? A King-of-Beers-Mobile? A Jamba-Juice-Jalopy? A Tax-Preparation-Toyota? Taxes. Ew. I wish I hadn’t mentioned that. I have to get that stuff together.

Last night when we got home from dinner, we got into bed and I wanted to read but everything in my “now reading” pile was in the other room and I was too lazy to get up. On my nightstand in a giant stack of books I’ll soon be reading was Coe Booth’s Tyrell, so I picked that up because it’s invitingly compact and it looked like I could hold it up in bed without my hands falling off (unlike, say, Octavian Nothing, which is more of a read-while-sitting-up book). Oh, it’s realllly good. Tyrell, Tyrell. I’m only on page 50 but I’ve already developed a crush on him. (Stay away from that Jasmine, Tyrell! I know she needs love, too, but that road can’t go anywhere good!) Coe blogs about the road to publication here.

My hopes for this long weekend: See Breach. See Music and Lyrics. Revise essay. Walk. Watch part 2 of Fingersmith (I may have to do that right this second because I must know what happens). Influence someone else to vaccuum. Sell some CDs and/or computer games for much-needed cash. Win a car. Finish Tyrell.