City of Legends

The week started unusual.  Someone from my past re-emerged.  A good someone.  Not a footnote someone, a chapter (or two) person.  Red hair.  Very tall.  Great kisser.  I digress.

Received an invite from an old friend to go to the Springsteen concert.  Decided not to.  I love the Boss, and all, but the timing was wrong and, dunno, just not what struck me in the moment.  I am, however, planning to take my sons to an Aerosmith & ZZ Top concert this summer.  They have never been to a concert.  They’re to be 16 in July.  This will be interesting.

Got a reverse query today from a small, small, small press editor.  Wants to do a volume of just my Goldenheart cycles.  Intriguing, but I have to think about it.  I want to hear his vision. 

Leapt a few cliffs in the last few hours.  Getting the power, the adrenaline, back.  The testosterone follows.  Wrote like a hurricane the other morning…loaded about ten poems onto the Amomancer blog, with future dates so they’ll automatically pop over the next week and a half without my having to remember to feed the readers.

Strange dream last night.  Okay, not strange.  Nice to know I still get dreams like that.

An unusual week.