This is why I moved to LA...
Apr. 20th, 2011 10:31 am
For light straight out of a noir film. It's not all shot at night, y'know...
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So. Much. Going. On.
Traveling with Pain by Liz Hamill dropped last night for my itty bitty press and I've been throwing confetti ever since. Liz is speaking at a conference in a few weeks and will have books on hand, which just makes my little publisher heart squee with joy.
Vaudeville continues to write itself, which alternately thrills me and chills me.
I'm behind on photography. The day I catch up, I'll probably fall over from shock.
I'm remembering to breathe. This is a big deal. And my back is healing and I'm being dedicated about exercises they're giving me and not breaking it worse.
I am also itching to paint. Which just shows how insane I am. This month is overwhelm and what do I want to do? Paint. *headdesk*
But all in all, difficulties and all (because there's shit going on too), I am full of this one feeling today.
I love you very much. Seriously. Today, I can feel the warm web comfort of my friends and I am grateful to the bottom of my heart.
Life is good.