… and to sleep with tired me. So much rewarding stuff going on these days, but I’m still trying to take time to smell the cappuccino. actually, that’s a terrible metaphor. I hate coffee, any kind of coffee, with a passion. No amount of coffee would probably even keep me awake right now anyway.
I love my blog. I love my life. But I love sleep more now.
I can always tell when it’s time to scale back on the blogging and ramp up the writing when the characters of some new work set up camp in my brain and won’t quit, even when I want and need to sleep.
So it’s off to San Francisco for me this weekend, to attend a private reading & signing party for Searching for Sassy, then back to L.A. for some theater stuff (trying to moe my play to NYC & L.A.) and then back on the road to Baltimore, to attend a performance of Punk Rock Mom and teach a workshop on Intutive Dating at breathe books.
Can’t wait for all that travel, and to keep listening to the stories that want to tumble out form between my ears. But tomorrow, guys, tomorrow. This lady needs her rest.