I had imagined something a bit more substantial after two months of not blogging. But maybe it’s better to be terse. I’ve always had a fear of looking somehow like Norma Desmond. Oh dear, she was ad libbing into a void. So sad.
As far as my news, I have a stomach flu that had me throwing up three times last night. Why is there not more poetry written about the relief of vomiting?* All that writhing, hours of pain, your words gone, your world altered – and then suddenly you’re okay.
The mission of this post, is of course to tell you that you can find me blogging about the New York fashion shows at Chicago mag this week, should you want to follow along.
Right this moment I am attempting solid food (apple and cracker – I feel like a baby) and heading to Bryant Park for the second half of the day’s events.
*Disgusting, I know. But I bet Billy Collins could do a great job with it.