sorry, i really am.

If you can't find me this weekend, it's because I'm going to San Francisco. Friend reunion as well as a little birthday shindig for Marie in Berkeley. It's all quite exciting really.

All things are well right now, strangely. Hemingway and Pinot Noir and Griffith Park and endless numbers of phone calls and text messages. That basically sums up the last few days. And I really really don't know what's going on with my writing lately. I feel so lazy about it. It's odd how I had this month-long burst of inspiration and now it has just disappeared. Well, hopefully I can figure out how to make that come back again. The writer's laziness is driving me insane. I hate feeling like there's a wall up in my mind between the latent and the surface.