And Other Stories From a Procrastinating Freelance Writer
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
On a Recent Southwest Flight
A Kindle to my right, a Kindle to my left, and I was reading a book with paper pages from the library. Wrapped in plastic laminate and smelling so stinky/good.
Essays, outbursts and observations (often scribbled on tiny little torn out pieces of paper) and yes, sure, actual, real, published work (which you need to click on to make big enough to read, Mom) from a freelance writer named Lilibet who lives in Los Angeles.