Just a quick note to say that I can feel the pressure building. Any day the kundalini explosion of creativity is gonna happen. Like Mt St Helens, we can tell it's coming but we don't know exactly when.
I am mostly pleased with my life. My million year old dog is still with me, I have a great house, good friends, and am almost-dating a regular near-boyfriend (_he_ called me to invite me out tonight again, but we're not dating). Of course, if he reads that he'll bitch at me but we're going to have to get past this too. At least that's the way it seems.
So in the past when the pressure's popped, the creative juices have landed all over the place. Once in Alabama, three or four times in San Francisco, once somewhere near the south pole. So, the question now on everyone's mind is what's next.
I'll tell you. Soon, grasshopper. Very soon.
Or I'll just come back and delete this post in a couple of weeks and pretend it never happened. 
