Unthinking
i did a rash thing last night.
i got a tattoo.
no. just kidding! no tattoo.
i sent my book proposal; The End of the World in to an agent i'd connected with two years ago. i'm not really sure why i did it. i haven't writen too much lately. the names piece for kitchen sink was the first real writing i've done since i fired my last agent. but, cleaning up this website and my outlook folders, i saw stuff pertaining to it, and read some of it, and decided i really liked it.
that's wild.
normally i write stuff and then feel sort of queasy when i read it again. we'll see if he writes back.
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i have a lot of un-thinking to do.
for a change, i'm feeling slightly discombobulated. so i went to a meditation session with this group i used to run with. walking in the door, my nerves suggested someone i shouldn't bump into would be there, but it was safe. me and a close friend and a few old mates i haven't seen in half a year.
one saw me and said, 'he lives!'
yep. i'm alive. actually alive and well.
i've just got a lot of un-thinking to do.
