lilginks

This is just a reminder, shrimp is better complimented by white wine, not red. I am pulling a Sacks (a restaurant where friends work in Anchorage; I go there to write and socialize, can you imagine which one I am better at?) So, here I am, after filling our four 5-gallon water containers, wanting to write, not sure what to write. I am wearing my glasses so this means I can type longer, (better screen to eye situation) however, honestly I do believe I am in a slump. There are some construction workers to my left and in between us are some shrimp in too much butter; going home to Chris soon.

This is how I realize i am still a product of the city: the owner at the laundry mat wanted to explain to me how the dryer works and I just wanted to shove multiple quarters in the slot and get out of there; I had water to get and writing to get through. I was meanwhile thinking (as he over-explained the mechanics of the machine), wow, I have very little patience for a person who lives without electricity. What does that say about me, about Grace? I guess it says that although I think I am patient, I am not. This goes for my writing career too. I want to be published and have entered this many (holding up four fingers) projects in a year. Whoa is me. Time to get my ass in gear. Wait, I have been saying that for a few years. It'll happen. For now...I need patience...and a glass of white wine. Bartender!