MONDAY
11:10 a.m. My agent calls twice then texts. I’m a little late for this UK publicity meeting for my next book.
Meeting goes great. Text her a bunch of prose I’ve been writing and we’re both excited. She’s been waiting on it for a while. But now it’s really happening. And I’m just pacing up and down West End. Smoking one cigarette after another because it’s the only vice left.
2:33 p.m. Alone in my apartment, in the middle of the day, I read Frederick Seidel and eat a carton of raspberries.
It is beautiful outside. I ignore a text from a man. My super is walking with his 5 year old kid in front of our building when I finally come out.
Hey angel, I say. And the kid smiles big. And later a dog smiles at me too. I feel great. Kids and dogs are great energy. And they recognize a higher vibration as well.
