back to work

It is strange and wonderful to be back in Buenos Aires after a few weeks of life and death and wandering. But I am very interested in getting back to work on my novel. Before I left, I was faced with the task of transporting all these notes with me. I ended up sticking them in a piece of sheet music that I didn't like, which worked pretty well. And now that all the notes are back on my wall, there are tiny pieces of Sibelius stuck to all the little pieces of tape.



This is sort of what the inside of my brain looks like on a good day: dark and cluttered, but with good intentions.