SOMETIMES MAGGIE'S MIND WAS FULL OF POTATOCHIPS.
OTHERTIMES SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS PRACTICALLY A GENIUS.
Or something like that. I don't know. I don't care to look it up in OFA.
All that I will have to do in less than a month—find a place in Durham, secure place, pack, move cross-country, move into place, conduct workshops and act like a human being in the classroom, read final revisions of stories/essays, figure out books for THE BOOK, work on THE BOOK, proof the various edited manuscripts for THE OTHER BOOK and do publicity stuff for THE OTHER BOOK...and then all the family blah blah.
How to how to exist in the moment without losing your fucking mind. My entire brain has been, seemingly, colonized.
Think good thoughts for me, fellow citizens.