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Please pardon yesterday’s silence. I didn’t want to just swing by these parts and complain about my foot – which is finally on the good side of better.
I feel like I’m standing on the beach watching the tide come in, waiting for the part when it reaches up and kisses my toes.
I haven’t had to deal with a real winter since 2009/2010, and back then I was staying with my parents – writing The Carrier, some poetry, and the other bits I tend to shove around.
Needless to say, I still can’t stand it.
Furthermore, I haven’t lived in utter solitude since 2002. There are usually puppies.
My point is, it creates an interesting space… particularly when you happen to live on a cul-de-sac in midtown Manhattan.
And speaking of Manhattan, last night was my conversation with Patrick James Lynch soon to air on the MyNY podcast program.
I gabble about things like being madly in love, ways that humans baffle me, and why this is my favorite town. I don’t get too much into my Writing… who really wants to hear about that boring stuff?
I’m going to keep on with novel today. I told Patrick of my plan to pimp it on summer New York City streets, that’s not the sort of promise you really want to break.
2 thoughts on “floating through transition”
Here’s to not breaking promises!
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