Party Castle – 3 Feb 79 11:30 AM
We did it – moved in though nothing is organized yet. My study is the nicest room in the house – a whole wall of huge windows – sunlight always blazing in. I covered the walls with my pictures and they fit perfectly – leaving one wall empty for a big corkboard. Guess who showed up to help us move? Ryder! He brought his “girlfriend”, a huge bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and a large bottle of Irish Mist. Girlfriend a shocker – little nursy mousebird of a woman! After all the hell he gave me, thisis who he ends up with. His sexual revolution is over – single shot fired. Went to see Corio play at Childe Harolde – he acted surprised to see me – introduced me to his date, Bev. I didn’t feel Bev is much of a threat – A says “She’s a hot water bottle.” I said, “I’m not giving up”. Zachary didn’t help move – so when he showed up for sex I sent him away. I was really annoyed – his excuse was he “wasn’t up to it.” Who is? Fortunately I have strong muscles. Carried a gold velvet sofa practically on my head. Mon 5 Feb 79 Moments of pure joy while painting my bedroom shelves. Soadoring Sylvia Plath. Closer Look at Ariel& Letters. Her letters burst with plans, lists & preparations – like this diary. That’s how it goes. Feeling capable, independent – maybe even rewrite Gift. There is pleasure to be had even at the start of a journey with no apparent end. Back on my Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner diet. Feel house will be ready Sunday. Party? 8 Feb 79 Plush Palace Surprise today - Usher Glayne came in to see me dance. Curtsied low and slow. I felt intimidated by him but he said he liked many poems I’d read. Struggling with Boston Adventure– Me no likey. I’m on p. 300 and if there’s a novel in this mess I can’t find it. 8PM Mon night 12 Feb 79 Snowed all night – didn’t feel guilty about calling the Plush Palace and saying I couldn’t make it. Used the time well – finished my study. It is perfect. Bedroom almost done – must unscramble my jewelry in order to put it away. Great having laundry in-house – I am washing all my costumes. I give up on Boston Adventure. To think a critic compared her to the Brontës. Well they did have unfunctioning ovaries and the English language in common. Marc called – he will be in town and wants to have lunch at the Capitol. Which I would love to do. Told him I took his advice and bought a house. Roll my eyes while he complains about his life. Maureen is never here so we hardly see her. And she’s very neat, so far sharing a bathroom is no problem. Recovering from my bout of restlessness, I managed two pages. But it was too hot to work up here last night (I can’t control the heat.) Tomorrow buy fan. Usher called. He wants to be “friends”. Queens Chapel Rd – Wed 14 Feb 79 At last a comment from an agent who likes Blood Memory. We now have one agent who likes it, one who didn’t, one close relative who likes it and two who didn’t, one lover who likes it (and two who didn’t.) I wish she would start a “sell job” with me but she’s just “dying to talk with me about it.” In other words, how crazy ARE you? Depends on the day of the week. A. just phoned – invited me downstairs for an omelet. I said no. Fasting today. (I like being somewhere the kitchen is not.) Later we’ll go out and try to find a pair of emerald pants for me to see my new agent in. This is one of the ways A and I make do with living together – we respect each other’s privacy. Yesterday at work who should be second dancer but Yvonne! We had so much fun catching up. She’s still dancing at Mother Joe’s, but needs all the work she can get. I feel a perverse satisfaction in the fact that even amazingly talented, flaming beauties can’t seem to make it out of life’s junk pile. Her ex, whom she quit dancing for, went out with an “all nude” dancer the night after they broke up! A friend of Ryder’s came into the bar – I pretended not to recognize him. I’m sure he’ll be running back with the story. Dreamed I had open lesions in my face and you could see right through them. Reading Greene’s The Human Factor. 2 PM 15 Feb 79 – Thurs Sleeting out.Feeling restless the way I do before I write a new book. Hauled out Bride & Wolvesfor a rewrite – tremendously impressed with my own talent! Development always was my problem (as in life). Greene’s Humanhas an odd, unfinished feel. Reviews did not prepare me for it in the least. I think they reviewed Greene rather than his book. More impressed by Margot Ruddock’s letter to Yeats in Ah, Sweet Dancer (which could be retitledUh Oh, Dirty Old Man.) She compares the “fickleness” of men to the fickleness of God! Can’t blame her if God insists on being male. Read Howatch’s Call In the Night as a purgative. Going to see Country Wifetonight at U. Of Md. Usher sent me strange Valentine collage of Playboy photos, couples kissing, etc. A says “I give up on him. It’ll be a miracle if he can ever say what he wants.”
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