Ahoy fellow travelers. I am listening to my child read Junie B. and suffering. The suffering isn't from the book reading, mind you. I think I am having a cortisone flair in one foot, because the pain is somehow worse then before the injections.
Thursday all will be well. I will be dancing about my house and words will flow and hell I wont get to 50k unless I take up meth but I will get to 20k and thats a damn good start on a book.
Besides my own first world problems. I dreamt that Leonard Cohen died and I was in such pain. I don't know him, through his songs. Anyways in this dream, someone gave me his left over lip stuff. It was very sentimental.
Sometimes and only sometimes its good to wake up.
About Me
- Rose
- I am writing a book and interning with an eye towards working in tour management and artist development. Specifically how we can go about helping an artist grow without all the ways the good ones tend to self destruct. Mainly though, I am a divorced Mom who has dead pan down to a science. I have good friends and family and I am insatiably curious.
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