Aug 11, 2002
I twisted my ankle this weekend like you would not believe. It hurts like a blow torch. My book will be out next month, in the meantime I need a job. Livia says I should pitch some articles and get some freelance writing going again. Probably a good idea. I should get into a routine with the writing. That seems to work for various professionals of various sorts and kinds. Also, when the summer's over this beachy town may lose it's allure. In fact, hobbling around in seaweedy water today was a little less than glamorous. Although, I could have sworn I saw Dan Bricklin driving to the beach last week. Very glamorous.