Greetings! I recorded a little update for your viewing pleasure:
Here I am with the first draft of my book in analog format!
And my mother may not love my black-and-white hair, but Drew Barrymore said nice things about it, so that’s all that matters:
Michael Shannon did his best Michael Stipe this week at the Murmur tribute, and of course I lingered ‘til security kicked me out:
Here are all the books beside my bed right now except for Laurie Stone’s My Life As An Animal, which I show in the video. (My sweet kid won that red octopus in a claw machine!)
Here I am disappearing at Fred Harper’s birthday party — howdy, Fred!
And this is the quote I read from Carl Swanson’s excellent profile of writer Lucy Sante. Lucy’s new memoir, I Heard Her Call My Name, went on sale this week.
That’s all I have, best wishes in your future misbehavior.
peek-a-boo,
old gregg
I love all of this so much. Congratulations on finishing the memoir!
(that story in My Life As An Animal, about her mom, was maybe my favorite thing I read in all of 2023. I was unaware of Laurie Stone until you wrote about her in one of your Friday updates. As always, thanks Whitney 🌟)