hello mi twinata,
twas lovely seeing you, albeit a brief visit between bites of pizza and salad…you know, it would serve us both well–er, much better–if we lived closer to one another and could sit and actually chat more often…..coffee/tea dates in dark coffee houses! popcorn and movies in our jammies and bunny slippers, while kim and tim worked out all of the technical gaga going on in the background! poetry readings and your book signings and gallery openings, oh my! we could be doing all of the ‘trendy’ and arty things going on around us, propping each other up for each task along the way…
how are you? tell me all the dirt–i wanna know everything that happened from the moment you left guerneville to the moment before you opened this e-mail…is that too much?
i am experiencing writer’s cramp…its kind of like writer’s block, except its more like a gas pain in the lower abdomen, announcing the impending gaseous emissions or the inevitable giant dump…which apparently i have only been capable of laying onto paper and screen since…hmmm…well, truth be told, since steve’s death and my l.a. jaunt…
look at this.. in my great eagerness to please, i have written something thoughtful and funny–or at least it seems that way, amusing to my tired, whimsically manic self —without even breaking finger-stride in its creation..
maybe its YOU who is my muse after all!
love u love u love u my twin…write me write me write me
