November 23, 2007
Kathy, Deena and Mercedes joined several million other women on Black Friday and went shopping this morning at six. After dinner at grandma Betty's the girls went to Deena's pad in Scottsdale, got up and went to Target at 44th St. and Thomas. By the girl's own estimate there were 300 women already in line. One had been there since 3:30. Just amazing behavior. The only way you could get me out there like that is to tell me Billy the Kid has been dug up, and he's walking around on his own, dying to talk to a historian. And, even then, I'd ask if he could wait until 9:30 (and to meet me at Matador for huevos rancheros).

Instead we all met at Chompies at Greenway and 32nd St. for brunch. Had the corn beef hash egg skillet. Brad Radina joined us as well, to pick up his daughter Mercedes. Deena is leaving this Thursday to go visit Tomas in Peru, so we loaded her up with stuff to take to him.

Been reading more of Robert McKee's excellent book, Story: Substance, Structure, Style, And The Principals of Screenwriting. And to think I thought I knew story. Ay-yi-yi.

Meanwhile, the Top Secret Writer is hard at work finishing up the first draft of our Mickey Free story. Gee, I wonder if Hemingway has anything to say about that?

"The first draft of anything is shit."
—Ernest Hemingway