the mind of a poet, storyteller, the music she loves, tales she tells, the places she goes, sometimes more, often less.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I don't know how my life ends up so damn busy and I really have very little to show for it. Last night I went out for drinks with my good friend E. He thinks I should write a book. Excellent. As I am trying and not completely succeeding. Arg. I haven't touched the novel in some weeks. But I have been working on some poems and other random things. E thinks I should write a book a out my life and just tell funny stories since I am apparently am full of them. We'll see.
I'm going to a publishing panel this morning.
'tis the season for getting this song stuck in my head. I get it stuck in my head every damn year. Weirdly, I kind of like it.