Yesterday was a good day. I went over to Meigan's & made pies all afternoon with the 3 o'clock girls. Then I spent the entire evening devouring Kip Fulbeck's book Paper Bullets, which Peggy lent me. One great thing about this book is that it's "a fictional autobiography"; that really gives a writer room to move! It'll be good for me to remember this concept as I work with the Chinese restaurants, which can sometimes feel so weighed down by mountains of "facts" (statistical, historical, all kinds). Totally gripping facts, sure, but I've always been more interested in a different kind of truth.