Now I Read Pnin

I'm reading Pnin at Starbucks, getting ready to write.

This week was pivotal in the creation of the novel, because I finally saw where the plot was going and was able to figure out the narrative arch. That makes life easier: there's a little more room for stating what is necessary, rather than searching and hoping to find the thread.

But the thread was found, and we can all breath easy.

Then, it's back to the house to spend time alone with Jess. We might watch The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, which we've been meaning to get to all week. And we might drink Hobgoblins and stage another impromptu disco party, as we did last night. (Ask her. She'll tell you. She had never heard the Scissor Sisters before. Nor had she seen such moves.)

But now, it's time to work.

Pnin is great, by the way. So readable it's hard for me to put down, even to stir the octopus.