Stacy Horn

This is one of my favorite parts of book writing. It feels like sliding into home.

A copy editor has gone over my book to fix grammatical or punctuation problems, and to suggest different wording or sentence structure. A great copy-editor can really make a difference so I can’t wait to see what she’s done. This is also when I make my final changes and fix the mistakes I found when fact-checking, and so on.

In other new book news, my editor suggested an alternate title which I love to death, and I’m waiting to hear how real a possibility it is. I had to change one word because she used a word we never use in choral singing, but I found another one that worked just as well.

Spring Cleaning Status Report: The window cleaners come tomorrow, my freshly cleaned rug returns on Friday, and then I will be done, done, done! I will dance around my shiny clean apartment and luxuriate in all its sparkliness, and then I will settle into the copy edits.

Finney and Buddy lounging on the bed. Note the evil furrowed brow on Finney. Buddy’s all, “Jesus, maybe I should find another place to nap.”

I quit. Awake is so smart. I have no idea how they planned to explain everything, but I wasn’t annoyed (like Lost). It was proceeding in such a thought-provoking way. So, we’re never going to get the explanation? Fucking tv sometimes. Oh man, the acting was so great.

Spring Cleaning Update: Spring cleaning is kicking my ass this year. I don’t know what the deal is, but it’s been taking me so much longer and has been involved so much more work. The couch cleaners came yesterday, and the couch looks great, but now I’ve decided the seat cushions need to be restuffed. Thursday the window cleaners come (I postponed due to the rain) and Friday my rug comes back all freshly cleaned. Friday this place is going to sparkle.

Flowers on 11th Street. As usual, thank you 11th Street beautifiers.

Bedroom: This was supposed to be the easy room. Also, I’d already done the hardest job of going through everything I’m storing back there and paring it down. That took me a day! Anyway, done. Stupid bedroom.

Bathroom: The smallest room in the apartment and it is always the hardest to clean. It’s done, but I’m not entirely happy with it. I’ve got this shelf thing that I can’t get to hang right, and I don’t know any handy people to help me. This is the problem with being “arts” oriented. Can’t even hang a shelf-thing properly.

By the way, in the process of going through my storages boxes I came across some letters I’d written to my friend Chris in 1977 and never mailed. Here is a snippet. I was in my last year of college, studying fine arts and I’d get my BFA the following spring. I painted, sculpted, photographed and loved it all. Still do.

“I’ve decided that the painters, sculptors, photographers, everyone, all the artists are a bunch of romantic, archaic assholes—no one should paint, sculpt, etc., anymore—it’s all irrelevant … space technology is where it’s at and anyone who isn’t concentrating their efforts in this direction is wasting his and everyone else’s time. It’s time for totally new art forms, stuff probably beyond our imagination at this time but it’s the only goal worth pursuing—we have to break away—work with the black holes.”

I sound like I was 14! Of course I was wrong about painting and everything else being a waste of time and irrelevant, but I remember what I was thinking and I still agree with me. I’d just learned what a black hole was, and as an artist you’re always thinking about negative space, and this was like the ultimate negative space, the ultimate unseen and unknown, it was all very exciting to me, and I wish I had pursued this thinking seriously.

Also, I would have sworn I never used the word “technology” in a sentence until 1986.

There was a block sale on Perry Street yesterday. I took a picture of these two yellow vases because the same exact vases are sitting on a book shelf to my left right now. I inherited them from my mother. (Karen, if you’re reading this you know these vases! FYI, they were priced at $90 for the pair.)

Because apparently I can’t wait. I’ve done all my pre-Spring Cleaning tasks like going through all my boxes, files and closets, paring down my books and other belongings, and now I’m ready to begin. First up, the bedroom and the bathroom. The bedroom is easy, but the bathroom, the tiniest room in the apartment, will take hours.

The hotdog vendor. Of course I don’t eat hotdogs anymore, but I have nostalgia about them. What would be an as-easy-to-eat, inexpensive, vegetarian replacement? I don’t like faux-meats, and I don’t miss the taste. Wraps? Falafel?

I had the tv on in the background last night and I heard a CNN commentator ask a conservative commentator something like, “Come on. In the end, what is the problem with allowing everyone to marry who they want to marry?” And the guy began his answer with how we’d need to redefine marriage. I couldn’t listen beyond that.

When we were fighting to abolish slavery there were people who felt that in order to free blacks we had to redefine what it meant to be human. Blacks were less than human many thought, (or like children) and therefore it was okay to enslave them. But of course we didn’t need to redefine humanity. If anything needed to change it was the outlook of anyone who didn’t believe that blacks were as human as anyone else and should be equal under the law.

It’s the same here. The definition of marriage doesn’t need to change. Only the outlook of those that feel we all aren’t equal under the law and the right to marry who you want and all the rights that go along with marriage doesn’t apply to everyone.

I took these shots after the Eric Whitacre/Morten Laurisdsen concert at Carnegie Hall last March. It was raining and the singers were making a mad dash for the subway or hotel and restaurant or wherever else they were heading.