This time yesterday I was not expecting to be here.
I am sleep deprived. It's way past lunch time and I am nothing like hungry; it's weird when I don't want to eat food.
Last night I called in to the radio show and spoke with Errol. There are people like warm summer breezes, and then there's Errol. It's amazing to me that I've never *actually* met him.
Listened to my FAWM 08 stuff. 2008 was a great year, a fun year. I wrote some of my favorite FAWM songs ever that year, even though I barely knew how to use my equipment. Other songs I had no memory of writing or recording, some of that stuff came off surprisingly well.
Talked to a friend yesterday for the first time in *ages*. Did me good.
I think I'm finally ready to get out of the strange little boat I've been in, on the choppy seas of Trying To Figure Out People and Things That Don't Want To Be Figured Out. Got shit to do. Those who want to be around, will be around. And those who don't want to be around can Fuck. Right. Off.
I got a wonderful note from a major-writer-author-woman. A Badass. I wrote her so long ago I had forgotten about it. Among other things, she said to me:
Think big, and don't let the world hem you in. If you can make it work, then it will work!
Yes.
Thank you.
Message received.
Maybe some collabs in these last few days?
Right now I'm feeling that FAWM is a lovely gift from the universe.
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