The Stars and the Cookie Jar

This is, most likely, the author photo for my book. darthrami took it, in the back garden. It's the best image taken of me in my entire adult life, not that there are a lot.

You probably still don't want to click here. 

The sweater I'm wearing is my de facto pelt, and that's really the only interesting trivia about the photo, which was taken with a digital camera of some complicated make and model. And now, just in case I accidentally lose touch with the real world, I have to go to work.

 

Uh, has anyone seen my jacket?

So I'm in love. This was unexpected. I am discovering many of the truisms are true. I have little patience for anything but this one woman and my creative work. I am probably thornier and more difficult than usual at Teh Job; I've started to shift back and forth in my shoes, metaphorically, or maybe not. I don't know. I dropped two drinks at the bar today.

And I don't know what to do, really.

I do not mean that in a bad way! I'm just intellectual enough to feel worried when I can't see my path clearly. And I've been going inward to try to find my answers and I'm not sure my family understands that and I am making no sense, besides.

Clearly I need to cry more often and suck on some bitter chocolate.

It was always cathartic before...