All but one of the saucer guys has left, headed up the road to San Francisco, and the movie crew seems to have wrapped up, too. I heard conflicting reports about what their project was; someone told me it was a big studio movie, but one of my housemates said he thought it was a TV show. Whatever it was, it was well-financed, because they sure had a lot of trucks. The last remaining saucer dude is named Scottie, an artist who lives in Utah. He got invited to Lightning in a Bottle by the festival organizers because they had seen the saucer at other events, and they covered the cost of his gas to get it there. Sweet. A UFO takes a lot of gas to travel interstate - that thing is really big. This is why the artist's community is so much fun. I like living in a place where a flying saucer shows up.
I got a little editing done last night, but at some point I realized I was re-reading the same passage over and over again because I was so fried. It's been a busy week and I am very tired. I gave up on it, took a shower, and watched Sex and the City DVD's with my housemates. I call that show the junk food of the mind, and I was ready for some. I've read my book I think ten times since I started revising it in February and I feel battle-fatigued, but it's almost there. I am very happy with it and it will be done soon.
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