I have become a recluse. Mauro has to do everything. He does the laundry, makes dinners, feeds the dog, walks the dog. Sometimes I eat. I went to yoga on 4th of July morning, then I went home and wrote. Since it was a holiday we played Frisbee in the backyard, hoping to beat our record which is 837 catches in a row, but we only made it to 430. It was an intense 15 minutes. FYI, I was not the one to drop it. Then I let myself watch two Twilight Zones. One was the one with Billy Mumy where he plays the awful kid who turns the drunk mouthy guy into a Jack in the Box. The other one I had never seen. It was about an old woman, who turned out to be Agnes Moorehead, who lives alone in a shack in the middle of nowhere and a small spaceship lands on her house and tiny robot aliens terrorize her. Then I kept writing. At 8:00 we decided to drive up to Mulholland with Sabina and watch fireworks, but we couldn’t see shit. Then I got house envy like I always do on Mulholland and I felt the urge to get back to work. This book is not going to write itself.

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★