Tomorrow I leave for NYC. I will be there for a week before heading off to a month-long residency at Yaddo. Yes, life is hard.
I hear there's a freaking heatwave washing over the east coast this week. Damnit! I can't escape the heat.
I will be staying with my amigo Rigoberto Gonzalez.
Is "damnit" one word or two words? I'm too lazy to Google.
I haven't been to NYC since 2005. I can't wait to walk the streets, ride the subway, and eat some good food.
I'm looking forward to Yaddo. I've never stayed in a mansion. I do hope I don't get one of the big writers bedroom that also functions as a live-in studio. I had a live-in studio at Hall Farm. I want a studio! Is that too much to ask for?
I'm busying packing for my move to Hamilton, NY. Well, I'm not packing much since my future apartment is fully furnished. I'm taking about five boxes, plus my desktop computer. That's all.
Did anyone catch my little name in bold print in the current issue of Poets & Writers? It's on page 91! My mom asked me for my copy of P&W today. I'm sure she's going to mail it to her sisters in Fresno. She likes to brag a bit.
I've been writing a lot these past two weeks. Lines, images, and poem ideas are pouring out of me. I will discard 98% of this output but it does feel good to be writing again.