I want to let Mona drive through the night and metabolize her life in pieces. I want to create that After Hours kind of madness in Tehran, and then… I also need to reach the next 10,000 words. It’s a lot of words, and yet somehow too little at the same time. I feel so derealized these days, no I’m not – Mona is. She drives through the night, and night-driving to bizarre roadside diners…when she thinks, ”Oh, I’ve been following people all night”, she realizes someone has put a tail on her. That someone being Mrs. Assadi, a.k.a. Mrs. Leslie. That is absolute fun. Hahaha. I can see it in my mind’s eye, and I can chuckle through writing it until I reach into the fluffy underworld of her psyche. It’s green. Turquoise green, and the ceiling is acid yellow. I’m getting closer to the end of the month, to my deadline. There is so much to do, and no one knows how deep in shit I am. But everything could go beautifully the very next day. I could resolve a problem, nail a scene, and catch the best ideas between my dreams at night, waking up just to take notes.