As some of you already knew, I'm getting married next month in Maine. I can't believe how quickly it's approaching! I"m real excited because we don't have a caterer, so all the foodprep will be done by members of our families, as well as Alice and I. Granted it's not the only reason I'm excited(and terrified), but it's the one on my mind right now. That and 'how are we gonna keep mosquitoes off people?' I've got it! Bats! We'll hire bats, and post them in the trees which surround our wedding tent(fashioned by Alice's brother Truax, by the way).
If anyone knows any catering companies in Maine that work with bats, or any independent bat contractors, let me know.
Enough ballyhoo. I'm going for a run. They have bats in Prospect Park. I should bring my business card.
I'm sitting here trying to conjure a Great First Sentence to begin my blogging. Something which grabs the reader by her collar and leans her in, as she steals a sharp in-breath and touches the pearls. Is in-breath hyphenated? A rocky beginning. I'm not sure what this blog is. I know it will be a record of some sort, involving my writing, my feelings toward my writing, my feelings towards other writers writing, and hopefully fewer sentences with the word 'my' in them. And varying degrees of self depreciation. And a finer grasp of when to hyphenate. I'm excited and scared, because I just created a blog, yo! It took, like, seventeen seconds! That's a lie. Despite my fully functioning frontal lobe (another my. Oh my. AH!) I crept like cold molasses through the initial set up. That's fine. Done and done. In all seriousness I'm doing this as a gift to myself. I think of it as a way to take more space as an artist, as a creative human being, and to reduce the amount of time I spend believing that I have no talent, by simply doing the work - here and elsewhere.Now that I've launched at 2:20 am, Brooklyn Standard Time, I think I'll get some sleep.Gotta get up for the Great Job Quest tomorrow!Sleep, or do whatever it is you're doing, well,-Sean
