So it's my last day on the blog train, and I thought maybe I'd be "real" for a second, like just be "myself" and write about something I was thinking about "as me," but I just did that and I HATED it. So now I'm going to write about something else for the next ten minutes and whatever comes out is what I'm sending in because I really do have actual THINGS that I do with my life (though what they are escape me at this moment).
I've been thinking lately about whether I'm a writer or just a talker who writes it down (most likely, I'm the latter), and it didn't help to read Susan Orlean's description (in her blog) of the sky being "gun-metal gray" because I really like that and I never thought of it. And I don't know if I ever would have thought of it. Mostly, I'd just say, "The sky was gary." OH!! Now that I REALLY love: "The sky was gary. The breeze was..." see, now I can't think of anything. I guess I could say Shirley, but why, right?
The real fact is that I'm still woefully behind since getting back from my trip (becoming completely preoccupied with doing this blog probably didn't help that much, but it sure was fun) and now I really have to get back to, well, whatever it is that I "do."
But before I sign off I just wanted to say how completely BUMMED I am that I didn't make it Powell's during my lil tour and how next time I'm totally coming there (whether you guys want me or not!!) cuz I really want to check it out cuz I've heard so many great things about it (from Dave)(!)(NO ??? not just from Dave!!!!).
So thanks to everyone/anyone (MDH especially) for taking a moment to check out my thing here. And thanks most especially to Powell's (and places like Powell's)(is there anyplace else really like Powell's?) who helps artists (hopefully) continue to do their art (even though it doesn't always work out because you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it buy a book). And thank you Dave and Powell's for giving me this opportunity to blog, because, honestly, it's the first creative-style writing I've done in an embarrassing number of moons.