stowe flakiness

on business in the backwoods and my one novel (white oleander) is super femme-y and i am cursing the fact that i brought it (a hardcover, no less!) over a soft, worn joan didion. already skiied every damned ice chute on the mountain. deep tissue was over before it started. industry subject matter somewhat repetitive. feeling a bit restless. must create project for myself. or trouble-- even better.