G’day gorgeous collection of cult

19 days. In 19 days, the soles of my feet will be on New York City soil. Unlike the other three trips that I have taken since October 2009 running around hollering, “COME ON! Someone… ANYONE!… Give me a JOB so I can finish my novel!”

I have a job… I have a soul circle chairperson with a cozy couch waiting and a pair of keys to his apartment cut that jangle in my handbag whenever I’m out and about… I have a vision blog family.

My vision includes a light drenched Manhattan dwelling with a proper desk accompanied by a desk top computer. I am hardly naive enough to ever really complain about how I’ve got it. As a “consultant” or whatever it is my daytime hours refer to me as, I spend more time than most people reading newspapers. Which is ironic, because sensitive beings like me are better off avoiding dangerous items like these.

I digress…

My point is, I try not to bitch and moan because at the end of the day, I am more than aware of my daily blessings. Blessings like a roof over my head, hot coffee every morning, and you… for example.

Still, as a Writer, I can’t help but fantasize about a computer monitor that I can actually read, and a workstation where I can – you know – work.

Essentially, all of the editing and formating for Poetry: Volume two was completed sunk into a couch with my itty bitty mac notebook tenderly balanced on a power-box.

I understand it’s likely to all be psychosomatic, but I don’t care. I’m sticking to my story. Manhattan + desk + real computer = novel.

19 days till the jump-off.

It’s also worth mentioning that there are tribal members in New York City that care about me and my work. Nagging about that might make me sound like a little kid, but self-publishing a year of your life in utter solitude does something to you.

Won’t be doing that again…