![]() ![]() I’m the kind of writer where it can take days, weeks, months before I’m able to start writing. And then I went back to working on one of the episode scripts, invigorated by the much-needed energy and comic lens the writers had brought. The Zoom room went until eight because the other writers are on the West Coast. I’ll then order another to win a battle against only myself, allow it to get cold and then in a burst of exasperation over my own pathology, attempt to pound the two cold, undrinkable drinks as the waiters bring us our check and wipe down the tables and place the chairs upside down on the surrounding tables. Something I’ve been doing lately with my friend Hannah is to order a hot seasonal alcoholic beverage like mulled wine and then get so lost in conversation that I forget to drink it before it gets cold, rendering it undrinkable. It can take hours for me to finish a meal. It keeps the coffee hot for an entire day, which is perfect for me, since I, like Morris, am a slower eater and drinker. The only coffee item that I care about, that I have a codependent relationship with, is my Japanese Kinto thermos. I ordered a curry patty and a black coffee. I break off the tiniest piece of the coffee cup, a fourth of the handle, which Morris carefully chews for the next ten minutes while the rest of his is devoured in seconds by Hi Sally. They always encourage me to take two, even though Hi Sally really gets them both, since giving a treat to Morris is like presenting a morsel of cheese to a cartoon mouse on a silver platter. They have homemade baked dog treats in the shape of coffee cups that they keep in a glass jar on the counter. The room broke for lunch around three, and I went to Coffee Uplifts People on Gates Avenue. There’s a relatively high number of those right now, in this hazy phase of the pandemic when things are still unsettled and rules are laxer, and for every human that left the city, it seems a dog has been added. When you have a dog, your errands route is often dictated by which places you can bring your dog to. He chooses one person that he wants to be held by at all times and if that person is you, you walk around feeling a little luckier than everyone else. His fur is the same texture as your softest sweater. I’ve never had much interest in little dogs and I’ve been adamantly against getting attached to any particular dog breed, but there is something about Morris. I was watching him in exchange for staying at my friend’s house in Bed-Stuy. Or two dogs this week: my dog, who is named Hi Sally - he’s a boy - and my friend’s dog, a five-month-old miniature long-haired dachshund named Morris. I don’t do well with that and most of my Zoom lunch breaks are spent walking my dog. ![]() Even if you have a per diem, you still have to make all the decisions. I will never stop noticing and noting that it does and I will never forget all the jobs in my life where it didn’t. It’s the greatest perk ever and I’m in a constant state of wonderment that it happens. When you work in an in-person writers’ room, everyone gets lunch taken care of for them. This week I co-ran a Zoom writers’ room for Excessive, a scripted podcast for Audible that I’ve been working on with my friend Dan Robert starring our friend Chloe Fineman, who is killing it on SNL. The way we track time has changed for all of us since March 2020 and for me it now comes in sublet- and housesitting-stint-size chunks. I know that there are more than seven months between that January and this one, but the search has been happening in earnest since July. I regret it mightily and have been looking for a new apartment for the last seven months. Last January, I made a pandemic-brain-fog-influenced decision to give up my New York apartment of 15 years. “When you’re searching for an apartment,” Kine explains, “every place you go factors into where you want to set up your life - the identity you will be assuming going forward.” Read on to see what she discovered this week. “You’ve caught me in a real existential-crisis time,” she says, pointing out the added weight of doing, well, pretty much anything. After a brief sojourn in Los Angeles, the writer and podcaster is seven months into her quest for the right Brooklyn apartment. Starlee Kine is trying to figure out what happens next. ![]()
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