“There is no greater compliment to an artist than to inspire someone to THINK,” Kate wrote me this morning. I’d cooked up a yin a yang of pork chops last night with shitake mushrooms in pan sauce. To die for. Washed it down with a bottle of Sancerre wine that took me back to my favorite Montmartre café: Le Sancerre.
Woke up this morning with a dollars worth of pennies in my mouth, walked wonderfully healing dog outside and found a big stack of stretchers to make Kate’s painting and several more. Brooklyn provides.
Plus I’m back to work on the final act of the screenplay (Super 8 Days…or Film Geeks, deepending on who you talk to). The nice thing is that the internet went out and I was forced to just be me by myself. Sometimes it’s good to get rid of your nervous system. It’s like meditating. Hold on to your Ego.
