It feels like the first day at an AA meeting, maybe not an AA meeting because that would mean I have an addiction problem, which I don’t, although I do abuse the literature sometimes among other drugs, unnecessary information I guess. I haven’t met any of the writers or the poets yet, either in person or through their works, am hoping I’ll recognize a few, at least I know Ricchie Maccs (am not sure if that’s his nick name here, I guess I’ll find out) will be here, I followed his directions and here I am.
I’ll be honest, it’s been a while since I penned anything worth anyone’s time, although I have enough excuses for that. Am planning on doing something about it, get inspired by something other than bird poop and see what I’ll come up with. In the meantime, I’ll stroll around this art town for a while, say hi to the neighbors, and maybe hope for some milk and cookies for the new neighbor before the day ends.