Hi!
I had a dumb minor surgery yesterday. The doc who did the procedure prayed over me before they put me under. Doesn’t seem like that should be allowed, but my pre-knife vibes didn’t leave room for objecting.
She assured me I’d be up and about today, but she was very wrong. I feel like shit 100%. I couldn’t concentrate on work, and wasn’t able to focus on reading, which blows, as I’m itching to finish The Hero of This Book. To kill the hours, I watched several episodes of the Secrets of Playboy series on A&E, which is dark dark dark.
To get out of that zone, I started looking through old Polaroids. I’ve posted many of these many places over the years, but I’m back into them lately seeking inspiration and recovered memories for the novel.
I’ll have a new story to share here soon, and there’s a new issue of Little Engines nearly ready. I’ll be taking the magazine to AWP and Mission Creek Festival this spring.
Best,
Adam
Maybe your skills haven't peaked. Maybe you just stopped taking pictures?
Nice reflection in I miss cigarettes