Time is money.
And as it stands to reason: money=time.
Spending most of my day, these days, working and burning the midnight oil, I again come up against that age-old question — how much is my time worth? And… do I really want to sell it?
Oh, who am I kidding-
There is no Robot-Lego FlashDance going on — I don’t even own legos. read more »
Running around like a chicken with her head cut off, your author neglects (temporarily!) to post new material on NKS… but trust that it is all leading to bigger and better things. You can’t stop this girl from writing; she loves it like breath.
[[-End tedious 3rd person narrative-]] I’m doing another poetry reading this Thursday, working on putting together a chapbook, in the editing (finally!) phase of my grandfather’s memoir, writing mad-hot copy for [confidential!] client, and making headway to return to my other love: Vietnam
And just in case you think I’ve turned soft on you — worry not. I am only a Sonoma County yippie-poet part time. The rest of the week I still perform the Robot-Lego FlashDance that you all know and love.
…Hang Tight.
