Stacy Horn

This is a shot from my agent’s holiday party last. Good God, that poor girl second from the left looks like the devil with the eye reflection thing. Right? I had a great time chatting with my agent and other writers at the agency, like Lisa Carver and Vivian Swift and one really lovely person whose name just went right out of my head. A novelist who lives in Delaware … oh well, this is what happens WHEN YOU’RE OLD. Wait a minute, the guy on the very right, look at his expression. It’s subtle, but now I’m sure of it. That party was packed with demons.

This is the window dressing around Harry Winston’s that I mentioned in an earlier post. It’s more dramatic at night. It’s quite pretty, I wish I had captured it better.

Tonight is the holiday party at my agent’s office. Maybe I will meet some cool writer who is working on some interesting book! Oh, but then maybe I will die of envy. In any case I’m looking forward to it. (Possible envy-death notwithstanding. It’s a quick death. Actually, no. If it were possible to die from envy I imagine it would be a slow and painful death.)

Hey! Right this very moment, the song Alvin and the Chipmunks song is playing!

Christmas kiddie porn actually. This is in the window of a clothing store a few blocks from me.

Yesterday I took the day off and went to the movies and saw Enchanted. I’m sorry to report that I didn’t love it. I liked it! It was cute, and I laughed a bunch of times, but I wasn’t enchanted alas. Sorry. I think it’s still worth going if you’re in the mood, it’s definitely good. Just not great.

I was going to see I Am Legend right after, to make up for the disappointment, but I’m supposed to see that with Howard and he, rightly, would prefer to go during the week. When all the rest of you are at work. So we can have that “nyah-nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah, this is our payback for zero job security and no insurance, we can go to the movies in the middle of the afternoon if we want” moment. (Sob.)

Today it’s back to work on the book. I’m trying not to despair over that fact that this person who had agreed to talk to me hasn’t returned my calls. I am still hoping against hope that he hasn’t changed his mind. Maybe I should try writing him? It’s someone who experienced a rather dramatic poltergeist when he was 9 years old and in the foster care system. He’s now 40, and I tracked him down, and he agreed to talk to me, but no go so far. I was going to end my book with his story, regardless of what it turned out to be. Sigh sigh sigh.

I opted for the library yesterday, since it would count as both exercise (walking there and back) and work at the same time. I tried to treat myself to a movie after, but the times didn’t work. So today, I am going to BOTH Enchanted and I Am Legend. Meanwhile, here are my two favorite shots from yesterday. The first is of people taking pictures of the Rockefeller Center tree.

This is a close-up of one of the windows at Tiffany’s. Clearly I love things that glitter.

Buddy is like the Heather from America’s Next Top Model of cats. Hard to get a shot of him looking at the camera. But he’s gorgeous, right? By the way, I so wanted Heather to win.

I’ve been working day and night on this final draft, I have barely left the house in two days, so I really really really must leave the house today. But to do what? Here are my choices:

– Go to the gym.
– See the movies I Am Legend and Enchanted.
– Go to the library.

What to do, what to do? In other Heather news, (not America’s Next Top Model Heather) her current post on Dooce is amazing. Important, even.