Coming Attractions

“More than anything else the sensation is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination.”  ~Wilbur Wright

There’s nothing and I mean NOTHING like leaving a town covered in ice, which, I should say, makes things to magical yet mysterious post storm and yet when it’s covered upon your car and leaves all four doors frozen and you chipping away at bits and pieces until your ulna and/or radius breaks in half and…wait, where was I? Oh yes. There is nothing like leaving all of that behind to head for anything above 40 degrees farenheit. I landed in Austin last night and was all puppy happy, panting away, butt-wagging the second I stepped outside. I ran around the airport and peed on a fire hydrant. Then a TSA agent.

So, last we spoke, I was planning on moving to DC. Still doing that but in between trekking down the North East corridor there will be blood and trips. I just got back from Brooklyn where I attended the launch of Eden and Alice’s book and the next day came to Austin. When I get back to Albany, I have meetings and then a series of events in Western New York which, let’s face it, I might as well head to Ohio for the week. And then I get back from way out west and then I go to DC to at least introduce myself and then I go to Long Island for my aunt’s 40th birthday and then I go back to DC.

Sometime around March 22nd, I’m totally going to sleep my face off.

Right now everything is in size venti and my apartment looks like something out of Hoarders. But here I sit at my best friend’s table sipping coffee listening to “The Extent of Radicalization of American Muslims”. Or as I like to call it “McCarthyism 2.0″. I have an excessive amount of “work work” and “writing work” to do and at some point I need to write about finding a balance between the two because I try not to be that asshole who refers to one job as my “real” job and the other as if it’s not real work because that is just an insult to those who do write (then again, I only write-ish) for a living.

I’m rambling. My apologies. Needless to say, I’m busy and attempting to cope with the excitement. Let’s just say that for someone prone to hypo-manic states right now I’m fucking flying. I’m going to attempt to enjoy the ride.

Hope you’re doing well.