today is friday
tomorrow must be saturday (oooh oooooh) "...how you gonna act like i don't get loud?"
Category: tribe
off to frolic
Namaste blog tribe Tim and I are packed and prepared for a 24-hour Connecticut frolic. Both of us are still somewhat astonished by the fact that we grew up around the corner from each other. When we leave the city to run around in the same forests we both did as kids - uniquely magical things occur. Words are pouring from pens and clicking into keys. Poetry: Volume Three will be ready on time. Life is a refreshed shade of wonderful. I'm still...
pro-portioned. click clackety click.
Last night my apartment sounded sensational. Something like click click... clackety click... I looked to my left, across the studio, to see a pair of honey-earth toned eyes blinking in approval. I blushed and kept writing. You know, sometimes when I read FollowMeToNYC archives I find myself audibly murmuring "Damn"s and "Oh damn"s whilst biting fingernails. It's been nearly three years since the jump-off to get to this city with a novel. I need...
blossoming patches bloom
I was inspired this morning by two things (so far) First there were the beautiful comments from Ms Debbie, (one of my Australian sisters who I had the pleasure of spending some of my better Sundays in Melbourne with writing, cackling and clanking cider glasses). She mentioned the violent and bleak moods that owned me for a few months, and the writing that matched it. Then she said how lovely it is to see me in love... and referred to writing...
my memorial day
It's Memorial Day weekend here in the States, the first long weekend of the summer. I elected to hide in the forest over the weekend. Thus far, it's proving to be most perfect. Everything is electric green from recent showers; I've been spending time with the family still speaking to me since my wedding; and I'm thoroughly enjoying a minute out of midtown. I think we walked about five miles today. So much in fact that when we departed for our...