My mind is peach fuzz. Trying to sort through all I have to do for the upcoming residency in June, while also attempting to create new work. Agghhh. Sat in bed this morning and read Alice Sebold's "Lucky" as a kind of escape from it all -- talk about lucky. What a wonderful way to 'work!' If only it was all that simple and pleasurable. The book, of course, is traumatic, but riveting.
Kids seem to be getting sick again, so who knows if my planned work intensive month will materialize, but never forget I am lucky, lucky, lucky to have them, and that it was my son who was my first real muse. Bless them both and their sweet craziness.
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