Don’t Think Twice. It’s All Right.
Hi. It’s chilly and windy here in the Bronx. The colored leaves are off the trees and carpeting the pavement — perfect for kicking through.
For those of you in Austin or Dallas who want to get together, I’ll be there next week. Beatriz Terraza and Juli McCallaugh from the Writers Garret’s Community and Mentorship Program (CAMP) are inviting everyone out for a special Gonzo holiday potluck and open house on Tuesday, December 4th at 6 p.m. at Paperbacks Plus in Dallas. For more info or to RSVP, call (214) 828-1715
On Thursday Dec 6th, I’ll be in Austin. At Follett’s Bookstore at 4pm. I have friends and family to see too. So, I’m really looking forward to both signings. I’m not sure if I’ll be in Houston or not. I am finishing the HST Selected Interview Manuscript and final essays for this semester, and by god! the Woody Creeker is almost finished too. The layout is finished, and it’s going to the printer on Friday. Thank god for friends and family.
But with the other deadlines, I don’t know if I can pack it all in and make it to Houston. I have my Uncle Bo who lives there that I want to see and some other dear friends I used to work for. Maybe I can rent a car and drive down. I’ll keep you posted if I can have an impromptu get-together – signing somewhere. We’ll see.
I’ve been clearing my head and shedding off some of the holiday excess with a daily run in the park. I highly recommend it at this time of year, especially if you’re stressed. I’ve been adding lots of great albumns to my ipod to jog to that I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have gotten the 8gig nano. Oh Well. Don’t think twice… It’s all right.
On that note, today’s HST wisdom is simple: It comes from one of my notebooks. As you know, I constantly wrote down all sorts of things that Hunter did and said. One of my entries reads:
“I’ve been plagiarizing my whole life. It’s called learning.” — HST
Anyway, I’m going to bed early tonight b/c I’m tired and the 100 year-old pipes are being repaired tomorrow in this gothic Bronx Building. So, I’ll be outa here early I hope.
Until next time, your sleepy friend,
Anita Thompson
