I bet hundreds of Femmes across the nation have their bags all packed for the conference this weekend. I bet I don’t even know where my socks are. Terrible. I know. But I will be wearing black. It’s not that hard.
Connecting with my peoples. I bet folks are going who I don’t even know will be there. Then we can do that “HEYYYY!!!” thing. I am all about the love. Cuz I live in a Butch-Femme bubble and I like it that way.
Remember I was taking that writing class? There were three sections to the program all taught by different authors. The cherry on the program is in November. DAMMIT! It would be a luxury and a gift to myself and I really wanted to go. When the last class ended I got all sidetracked with life and deserted my manuscript. I got notes and side notes and scribbles and a few scenes typed, but nothing I could have seriously ready. Hmmmm…(!) Ah. No. Bones. Not enough meat.
I can take the class trip later … and I hope I do make time. So cool! Check it out.
http://www.smu.edu/continuing_education/creativewriting/newyork/
That reminds me… when I get back from San Francisco, I am reclaiming my studio. It was a shed that I decked out into my Daddy dawg house. I made the studio so comfy that it instantly became a guest room. LOL All my favorite things are in there — my learn how to play blooze DVD, my harmonica and shitty lil Fender, all my skulls and scary weird stuff, art books, paintings. I am so looking forward to it.
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