"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Manuscript printed to mail to L in LA, some tax return prep, a few more rewrites of one act, cooking, west coast jazz, counting my blessings.
Irrational feeling this will be a good year for me.