I ought to videotape David this weekend, because I have to return the camera by Tuesday.

Problems with using David as a model: By the time I figure out what additional footage I need, he’ll be 3,000 miles away (and probably several inches taller).

Ed Bernstein called back.  ”I get the feeling I’m supposed to make you an offer,” he said. “Why don’t you make me a counter-offer?”

I wondered how you can make a counter-offer when there’s been no offer to begin with.  But I said: “No advance, no salary, and a 20% royalty.  That would be my ideal.”

He came right back with: “My ideal would be no advance, no salary, and a 15% royalty.”

I hate negotiating with people I like. My impulse is to be nice.  I don’t want them to think I’m greedy. On the other hand, I want as much money as I can get. 

This morning I sat in the sun and reread My Side of the Mountain. It got me thinking about how far removed from nature my life is. Staring at a computer screen all day. Fast food, fluorescent lights. I’m only 21; my eyes should be bluish-white, instead they’re bloodshot.

The yen to wander is still in me. It’s not dead. Thanks, Jean George.

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