Okay, I didn't get as many pages done as a I wanted to yesterday, but I am starting to feel good about what I'm writing, and that's good.
Even better, after finally accepting that I would never hear from my absolute favorite public radio show, Pacific Drift again, I found a NEW EPISODE in my downloaded podcast. Luckily what I do is so incredibly boring it puts me in a only-slightly-lucid-coma-like state, or I would have had a heart attack.
The episode was themed around Fear, and it featured among many others:
1. A former Mexican Mafia member turned state's evidence.
2. A kid that has to walk home from school in South Central every day.
and closest to my heart:
3. A deeply neurotic, hypochondriac writer, who doesn't have insurance.
Brilliant, I say, brilliant! In fact It was so good, I almost forgave them for for abandoning me all Summer and frickin' Fall . Almost.
But it does kind of feel like getting back together with an ex that did you dirty. On one hand you're glad to finally have 'em back in your life. On the other hand, you're wondering what you're going to do if you get done dirty again.
Gurrrl, I'll keep you posted.