Children have a way of smiling, when they do simple things. Like when Liss puts on sunglasses, every time, she smiles—like it’s the most delightful thing that could happen—putting on sunglasses! Getting out of the car at the beach! Opening a car door in a giant parking lot in Santa Monica! Like that’s the most beautiful thing in the world.. And maybe to her it is. Maybe to her the sand, and the sun, is really all there is.

I’m finding that the more I write, the more I write. All week long, I struggled to write more than five hundred words a day. This weekend, I’m sitting down and knocking out 500 words in one brief sitting..I’m beginning to feel that this is really the point of the NaNo project.


Winnie: You realize you’ve got a cop chained to the TV. You realize that. You realize you’ve got..a..infant..sleeping with the maid. If she even is the maid! I got a call from Pila earlier—the office got a call—their shark is missing? Somebody knocked out a window at an office next to Sharks..the trading people? Police are coming up to Stephen asking if he knows where you are. There’s a boat missing from the landing!
My Dad stops her: I didn’t have anything to do with any boat.
But Jacobi says: I did.
My dad says: What!?
Jacobi: It’s no big deal. I took this waitress—Candy prob’ly knows ‘er. (Jacobi swirls around his Scotch.) This is a fine piece of ass. I was telling her about my boat and she wanted to know if we could go out on it and I was like—
Dad: Jacobi. You don’t have a boat.
Jacobi: (thinks of saying something more but settles on:) Exactly.