This draft, the 6th, must be the last before I send the book on. I’m forcing myself to polish 20 pages a day, on top of gallery business, and I believe I’m keeping my edge, but am so sick of the manuscript that I can’t tell anymore. That’s the general rule though: you’re supposed to rewrite until you can’t bear to look at another word. Well I’m fast getting there.

Not sure who the book’s going to yet; maybe the dude at Time-Warner, maybe the agent in LA, maybe the other agent at ICM in New York. Actually I think I’ll send it to all three. As long as they’re informed, it’s ethical. On thing’s for bloody sure, I ain’t gonna sit on my hands with this thing. I’ve worked too hard for that. It’s time to rock and roll. I aim to.