My life has been one of extremes. I don’t know if this is because I was dropped on my head as an infant or what, but it is so, and I no longer question it. This fall was a good example. I had the opportunity to stay at a friend’s house on a lake in Wisconsin. I seized it gladly – what better place to write than a rural outpost where no Do Not Disturb sign is required? It’s so remote there is no garbage collection even, which forces you to get creative. I ended up having a magical time in this magical place, where I could look out on the lake from my front window and meditate between creative bursts at the laptop. I took walks in the forest on nice days.
Needless to say, my return to “earth’s atmosphere” was with a jolt. I arrived back in the city to the wreckage from Hurricane Sandy. Two days later, I was standing on the red carpet at a movie premiere, camera flashes exploding in my face. Yet another jump from one extreme to the other. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
