Writing with Friends

In that high vibrational state where either the arc of a project has to be completed soon or sanity will exit the body as most energy reserves already have. But, a happy, chilly, sneezy afternoon in Central Park yesterday with fellow lunatic and writer Sweta Srivastava Vikram (also warm, melty, fresh from the over densely chocolate cookies) and now, to borrow her accurate and unflattering image to describe the process, I’m off to sandpaper that open wound.

 

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