Sometimes a swift kick in the behind is just what I need to get myself going. Other times I'm whistling along the road and a random kick from the universe knocks me into the ditch. So this is about those kicks in writing/publishing, family, and life. I bet you've had some kicks in the pants too.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
captains log-nyc
it is a strange universe I have entered. On the transport, two individuals spent the entire trip slurping and sucking on one another's faces. I feared cannibalism but when they stood at the end of the flight neither seemed to have been injured. The moon seems closer here as in its half phase it seemed to be twice normal size and was a lovely peachy orange hue. In the city itself when we went to a place called smiths to eat past midnight, it seemed no different than the drunken courting rituals at home. Finally fell into bed around 2 am after checking for bed bugs. The show selections begin tomorrow. Blogging with tablet so pardon any errors.
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