Tonight, I went to Powell’s in Beaverton to listen to him speak about his new book Little Grrl Lost. He read from the first chapter, and although it’s a YAF book, I am thinking that I would like to read it. I renewed my love for his writing. My two favorite books of his are Trader and Memory and Dream. They really inspired me. And these many years since I first read them, I am re-inspired to write again. He talked a little about writing as a craft - as an art. He seemed so at peace with his focus and his art. I guess that comes with time although he said that it is harder with each book he writes - letting go of the characters and such. I hope, pray, wish, desire to be in a place where the next peice will be harder than the next. If only I could finish this novel with peace and passion, or is that asking too much as an artist? D and I are going to Foolscap next week. I think I need it, and it will be so much fun listening to him and Charles Vess. I don’t know what to expect really, but I hope it is another night like tonight. A night full of conversation and where I hide in the back rows, trying not to be noticed.

We went to C&B’s house. I watched them play Heavenly Sword, and got my ass handed to me in Puzzle Fighter. Of all the strange things and feelings that have come over me since the move, the one thing I am truly grateful for is that some of my posse are here with me in Portland. It feels good knowing I can shoot on over to their house, drink wine and laugh till I snort, then head home to our fuzzies. It’s just a good feeling!

I have work that must get done today. Must. Get. Done.

and then tomorrow we (the posse) are heading to the NW part of the city to see this (thanks to C!!), and then everyone is coming over for enchiladas.

Oh, and I made more salsa. It’s VERY different from my other stuff, because the water content of the tomatoes was higher. It’s slightly sweet too. The experimentation continues.