It’s a heck of a town. (The Bronx is up and the Bowery’s down.)
OK, got the old song out my system!
I leave tomorrow morning, early, so I don’t know if I’ll get a chance to blog again before I leave, but I will do my darnedest to blog while I’m there.
Today? Writing and packing. These Texas McKettricks are something else–I need to take extra B-12 just to keep up with them.
I managed to get a few licks of paint onto my whimsy-table–there’s a scene of houses and trees in the center, and I painted in the sky and sponged on some clouds. Still need to water my deck garden, and then I’ll be heading for Blue River, Texas, to see what the wild bunch is up to on this beautiful Spring day.
I am under HUGE pressure with this book, and yet I’m enjoying it so much, I can hardly put it into words. I guess this is what it’s like to be Not Depressed.
It occurs to me, though, that those many cycles of depression, difficult as they were, were a gift, a valueable part of my development. Even if that isn’t true, it’s more fun to think so.
Stay tuned. I’ll be back.