Stacy Horn

I was passing by the building where Carrie lived in Sex and the City and they were doing a photo shoot (not with anyone from the movie as far as I could tell). Someone watching said the woman who owns that building hates all the fans and everything to do with the show with a white hot passion. I don’t know how true that is. I’m sure she’s paid for this and when her building was used for the show (and movies). But I can certainly understand how after all these years she (and all her neighbors) have had enough. People still come to this block every day and take pictures even though she’s put up a chain blocking the stoop.

But personally I cannot wait to see the next movie!!

Last night was the benefit for the Grace Church Choral Society. It made me happy all over again that I am going to get to write this book.

That is Jorge Avila on the violin and Tony Bellomy (the associate conductor of the choir) on the piano. They played music by a composer I’d never heard of! And of course the name went right out of my head. I will have to ask someone who it was

I’m working perched on the tiniest, tiniest corner of this chair because I don’t have the heart to move him.

Everyone who has a pet is nodding their heads in recognition.

There are sirens all over the place right now, screaming downtown. I hate when you hear sirens blaring, sirens which are getting progressively louder and louder until then they all come to screaming halt right in front of your building. That’s no fun. (Except for the cute fireman part.)

I’m starting to freak out about not getting enough work done on my days off. Writing takes a long time. I didn’t notice because I had lot of time, so it didn’t matter if it took lots of time.

By the way, I just had such a delicious lunch. I discovered that if I marinated and fried a little tofu, I could steam a vegetable, throw in some pasta, splash it all with soy sauce, and voila. The most delicious meal I know how to make.

Today is like Sunday for me. It’s a little depressing because it has that school night feel. Tomorrow it’s back to the salt mines. How shall I spend my last few free hours?

American Idol really is having a dreadful season. What’s it going to be like when Simon is gone? I was going to say it would be over, but if they found someone else equally compelling who can do the tough love thing they could survive. The new person would have to be as honest and as right. It doesn’t have to be someone we know. Who knew Simon?

I am so happy to be home with the cats. I can’t wait to be a full-time writer again. Except I’ll still need to find another source of income. Are there any part-time jobs out there?

I’ve been watching this building go up (the tallest one) …

And yesterday I passed it by on my way home from the Census. Wait. Where’s the crane? Do I have the same building?? Hmmm. How do I get through my days?? I like the “Others Follow” message. The universe is trying to tell me something. Other people have a poor sense of direction too? You are not alone?