Blame it on the Caffeine
Like my desk, the inside of my head is a jumble today, of all the things I want to get done in the measly time I have to do them in. Maybe it's the caffeine, but as I was driving around this morning, ideas for future novels were pinging around urgently in my head. Not to mention the blog posts I've been planning: an interview with photographer Howard Dinin about his new book Sitting, and a write-up of last weekend's concert, with Fountains of Wayne, Soul Asylum, and Evan Dando. And since I will be (hooray!) seeing the Del-Lords again this coming weekend, I expect I'll be rhapsodizing soon about them too.
But first, there's a deadline looming; I need to keep tinkering with Love, Lucy, responding to copy edits, smoothing out the sentences. So here I go, off to the Firenze in my mind. While I'm gone, here's one more thing that's been echoing between my ears: this breathtaking song from Wesley Stace's new album--for your listening enjoyment.