Today since nine this morning I've been sitting here at the adult computer in an actual comfortable chair yes it is one of my kitchen table chairs and yes it took me over a year to figure out the fact that I could carry the chair right here and sit my bony butt down and start typing

I have been gathering notes for Queer Wing-ed so far I have 115 pages of  notes (whittled down from 167 pages) all typed up clearly this introduction will need more extreme whittling it might appear untoward to certain editors if the introduction is longer than the actual manuscript itself unless I  can find a press willing to work with the whole damned thing as a hybrid (there is a press oh yes in my mind who would who would hello press! can you hear me?)

it  was extremely foggy at the beach this morning and raining weather as per usual the buffaloes were in their yard close to the road there is also a chicken in a pen in a yard who is completely black with a white cap of feathers he is spectacular I have named him Andy Warhol obvs.

I ate yogurt for breakfast and half a garnet yam for lunch and have yet to die

I am so excited to be a writer again
it took me a long time to gain enough distance from Henry to be able to edit these poems and notes without feeling inhabited by him
it took a very long time
it took such a very long time that I began to think I would never be able to go back in and I haven't even parsed the stuff I wrote on my Queer Wing-ed blog (yes I have a secret blog sheesh I have about ten of them now) nor have I yet to open my Henry Overflow folder

I guess I'd do that now
it feels good to be writing in a fever again listening to Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited and Mahler's 4th Symphony because even though I write write in total silence I am in a different brain when I edit and music is my heaven

in today's mail these fabulous Queer Wing-ed stickers if you'd like me to send you one leave a note in the comments

oooooo!

hello Darklings!
Hello!
I feel as if I've returned after an extremely long absense

Love