I had an epiphany on the Stairmaster yesterday. And, yes, that is my subtle way of slipping in that I have finally dragged my fat writer’s ass back to the gym. I realized that the Bridge Ladies isn’t the end. It didn’t make me and it can’t break me. I can do something else. I will have another idea. I have other ideas! I’m not a one man Bridge Lady band! I can go back to sestinas! I have two (two!) young adult ideas. I’ve never given up entirely on The Ring of Truth, or why people have mini-orgasms at poetry readings. The tree of life, the river of life, the capillaries in my brain, the sandbox, the shoe fits, the small, annoying person who says life is short doesn’t realize that it’s also long.
What you got up your sleeve?
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