Judith Lautner (judith) wrote,
Judith Lautner

My legs forever moving. I wasn't feeling pain, just restlessness, inability to stay in one place in the bed. Thoughts of the book. I'm the character, constantly improving my status by taking on bigger and bigger jobs, somehow intimidating people out of their homes and then moving in myself. I'm aware of Bullet at the end of the bed, keep my feet away from him. Now I'm up and my leg is hurting. Damn.

I got up, sat on the edge of the bed, looking in the dark at my hands on my thighs. Thought of self-portraits. This would be one. Not nude, sitting here in my oversize T-shirt, folds of shirt on my arms, hands spread out, head down.

The clock in the night, the letters reflected on the cover of the book. Looks great. How can I get it on film?

So now I'm up, for a little bit anyway.

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