Yesterday, I wrote a whopping 291 words on "Objects in the Mirror." Go me.
I also spent a couple of hours going through a box of my old papers. It was a box that had already gone to Brown (cataloged as #11 in the first two lots), but I needed to look for something. So Spooky went to Brown, and Christopher was kind enough to have it pulled for us. We'll take it back – for good – when we take the last few boxes in early April.
On this day one year ago, we were on our way to NYC. One year ago, I was living, and now I'm passing time on life support. Oh, from that entry there's a nice breakdown, near the end of the post, that illustrates why I can't afford to travel very far to do readings:
I did want to break something down, for people who wonder why I don't do more readings near them. Yesterday's travel (cab + train; I'm not counting gas for the van) cost me $207. KGB gives readers a $25 honorarium. Subtract $25 from $207 for $182. I read for twenty minutes. So, the sober truth of the matter is that I essentially paid $9.10 a minute to read...