“I want to see that movie.” says a dead Gen. X woman.
“Who’s the director?” asks a woman.
“It’s a collaborative between possibly three or more men. Stanley Kubrick, Salvador Dali, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Harold Loeb, and Michelangelo Antonioni. Howard Hawks also is interested.” says a man.
“And they want Audrey Tatou and Sydney Pollack?” says a reader.
“So far, yes.” says a dead man.
“So it’ll be in production for a while.” says a reader.
“Yes. They can edit Audrey in. But yes.” says the man.
“They have time to make it.” says a dead man.
Later.
“Let’s talk with Lacey about how she perceives people who aren’t old money.” says a reader.
“Okay.” says Lem.
“Does she look down on them?” asks a reader.
“No!” says Lem.
“So she was just mad that people were lying and being narcissistic?” says a reader.
“YES!” says Lem. “That was at least most of it.”
“If I don’t write any more tonight: The following blog is about what happens when you start recording what’s happening to you. This is what’s happening in my life.” says Lacey Banks. “Maybe it’ll make sense. Maybe it won’t. I’ll have to edit it eventually.”