I ran away for a few days. But I’m back. And I was never that far. And I did what I needed to do.
I suppose we all have our runaway stories. My kids have both done it- or at least attempted it.
I am easily bored. I used to move alot. And change jobs. And travel. And go out. And drink and… well, let’s just say, use other things to distract me. yes, that all helped. Sort of like a bandaid.
But now I am older and supposed to be wiser,
Here’s the backstory if you’re new here-
or if you’re like my husband who only hears the words that come after steak, beer, bed, free or panties.
I wrote a (steak) novel- actually three, but here- to minimize dwelling potential- we’re only talking about the one my agent read,
I am all about the somethingness. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
“The writer must not really know what he is knowing, what he is learning to know when he writes, which is more than the knowing of it.
Sentences come to me in the middle of the night. Perfect opening lines find me in the shower.
A string of words that I imagine will become the well loved and much quoted words of the perfect ending to The Great American Novel pop into my head as I drive to the gym.
Tom says it’s a testicular pleasure. And while, as a woman, I can’t quite get on board with that reason, I cannot deny the sexual reference, nor my need for speed. Maybe it’s the pleasure it brings me, when the driving fast is combined with the illegality of it.
Songs I Woke To This Week That May
Also Be Titles to Children’s Picture Books
You Had a Bad Day
All Fall Down
Men Without Hats
I Love Baby Cheesy
Songs I Woke To Last Week That Are Oddly Prophetic
One Way Leads To Another
Red Red Wine
Hot Child In the City
With Arms Wide Open