In the middle of endings and beginnings

Yesterday was my last day of driving. It was eight hours long. I held my own at the craps table Monday night, and resisited a morning roll before heading off to Atlanta. We left at 10:30 and got to Raj and PK’s by 8pm. Homemade Chinese food, curry, and Oz wine awaited. It was so great to see Raj and meet his wife, PK. Raj is the Asia editor for Travelers’ Tales, and my first friend after moving to San Francisco.

This afternoon we went to Emory University and plastered flyers for the event at Charis tonight. Did the same at a row of coffee houses nearby.

Thank you to everyone who’ve sent in emails and comments on this blog about how well I’m doing. I do appreciate it.




It kinda went by fast. It’s almost as overwhelming to be done with it, as it was to begin. Now there’s the next step ahead of me. I had a trusted psychic reading last night and the news wasn’t what I wanted to hear. It reminds me that I haven’t told you here on the blog where I’m headed.

Easy to answer. R i g h t. I’ll be in San Francisco working at TT for three weeks, gathering up my belongings from the handful of locations they are residing throughout California and Oregon, and then wintering in Belgium to edit Sand II. The working titles is WHOSE PANTIES ARE THESE? Details and deadlines to come. Think laugh out loud, with a turn in date of 12/31.