These were the words of one of Melbourne’s most talented Writers Sunday afternoon during a shopping spree for the proper outfit for me to rock during my second round of interviews today for the coveted job of WRITER. With a beautiful, stylish gay man from Queens and a sassy Writer wench dressing me for the occasion… my confidence increased slightly.
When the sales girl on Sunday replied with, “As long as you can walk in them…” after my girlfriend and I conversed about the stilettos I was to accessorize my new dress with – my girlfriend responded, without hesitation, “Walk? She’ll strut in them.”
So I spent today strutting around with crossed fingers. Come Friday I’ll have more insight about a gig to keep me in place while I finish (survive?) Poetry Volume 2 and continue to bust out the novel.
Not to mention I’ve spent a good ten months of that time in/around/on top of New York City.
I have a June visit to NYC in the cards. A best friend, aka cult member family blood tribe-r has a special occasion I must attend. And it is the birthday of another NYCer who I speak to on a near daily basis… someone who knows nothing about the extent of FollowMeToNYC but thinks “… it’s so cool that you write.”
This is going to be my last stint in Australia. I’m going to get the most out of it before I go. Bring on the job… mix in the holiday… keep the books coming…
… I’ll be totally good. She’ll be right (if you will).