This is my bag, at this conference — sunny yellow hope in the midst of fog and the terrible decade that has just passed.
It has two manuscripts in it.
I wrote them.
In the car are short stories, mine.
I know where I want to send them.
After this Conference, I need to address my life and make the great changes.
Have to.
I’m proud of what I have done, and how I survived all the horrid things that happened by curling up into text.
I need my practice back. Yoga. And swim every day — laps.
Looking at myself, I was shocked to see what has happened from last year till now.
But, everything is transient — even states of mind or states of style.
Nothing is permanent.
What is solid is the fact that I have two books — and I did those in one decade.
It won’t be as hard to do the next ones.
The conference is winding to a close. My life is going to change.
