Nevertheless, at this exact moment my stomach is empty and I feel too tired and listless to cook anything or do anything about dinner. I'm drinking coffee and somehow that seems like enough. Tonight is Wordlab, and for the first time I'm not bringing anything in, I've just had the sort of week where writing was not happening. The amnesia novel is about three chapters now, and I haven't had time to work on it for a couple of weeks. I've been racing around getting a TB test, putting my resume in order, getting all the bits and pieces together for my tutoring orientation, etc..
That and practicing for featherless. I so wish more people had been there, each person that read, Mila, Diane, was their own sort of amazing. I was ok, I did my usual over-dramatic shtick, but people laughed, and they seemed to dig the listing of potential addictions at the end. "tobacco, orgasms, the gym, benzodiazepines and celebrity gossip."
|in which I spill my guts|