There’s just so much! So much for me to think about, to plan, to want! Is it good to want things? I’d say it is. It makes you feel alive and curious and hopeful and fuels your ambition, your creativity, your scappiest and funnest ideas on how to make all the puzzle pieces fit.
There’s so much to plan, so much to dream, and also, fortunately, so much beautiful art to include into an epic moving sale. Of course, or course, I am not selling everything and certainly not everything will go below market value. I would never offer a discount on Matilda or on the cover art of Storms of Malhado. But there are so many other fabulous things you could literally have for a song right now. I’ll do my best to post some of these, though I cannot possibly promise to post them all. It would be easier if you came by! Or even made a video chat appointment.
What else? It’s getting cooler in the mornings and evenings. The dog wakes me up at 6am – a beastly hour for someone who’s never liked to get up early. I need to be walking through portals at that mysterious hour, I need to be visiting with the dead in my dreams. But the dog takes me into her own liminal space, her own dark passage between worlds. I think she’s probably getting ready to die. And so, I will soon long to see her in that quiet space before sunrise. I hope her departure is not imminent. I also, sometimes, think it would be nice if she died on the Island. She loves it there and it’s where I plan to scatter her ashes. Perhaps I should buy a little house there. Will it flood? Will it sink? Does it matter? For it would sink slowly, definitely long after the dog is dead. After I write a few more novels, paint lots of paintings, have lots of parties, give lots of walking tours…
Y’all please come to this moving sale and buy some art. I need an Island cottage for my dog to die in. If I’m lucky, she’ll haunt me.
