|If you can't tell, I'm reaching desperately for the camera.|
As my free time slips into the void.
I am nothing if not a walking ad for the fact that a writer needs to make their life as calm and regimened as possible so that the world inside their imagination can be wild and unkempt. My lack of schedule has made sitting down and finding time to write almost impossible.
We're about to hit a time that is always weird. The last couple of days before, the time during, and the day after this writer goes to Burning Man. Every year I plan to write right up until I leave, and even schedule some posts for when I'm gone. Then the full fury of trying to get ready to go to an event that doesn't even have running water smacks me on the face and says "What the fucking fuckity fuck were you even THINKING!"
So I'm going to TRY to get some posts up these last couple of days (and maybe even schedule some posts for when I'm gone) but the truth is, like every year I've tried to do this, I may end up needing to really drop out of the jet on a motorcycle like Black Widow on Tuesday (or Wednesday if we get stuck up there).
Have a wonderful time! I've always wanted to go, but I really don't like camping in barren deserts with no a/c or water to swim in. I'd have to rent an RV! Take us with you virtually, if you can, or give a report at the end.ReplyDelete