I reread “The Powerbook” once more. It’s a great book and it would make a fantastic film. Behind the scenes here I can see people searching for me by my real name and the name of the Conference I go too. Good. I am that writer you know.
I read it so fast I escaped into its landscape like I used to do in childhood.
When I was at Pacifica Graduate Institute gettiing my Master’s Degree, I found a box full of my childhood. I was in a private school and I was writing at age two and a half. Words like “fat” “cat” “hat” and so forth.
I was signing my name as “Aderin.”
It is Adrienne, and you know me at the Santa Barbara Writer’s Conference, yes you do.
I worked with Marcia who runs it for some time. We both worked for a paper. Last time I saw her at the Fess we were talking about that. I have tales to write. Do I ever.
Do I ever.
This is unquestionably the most scattered state I have ever been in yet.
But it will get better once I get an advance on my book and the lawyer takes over everything.
That is all I have to say.
I’m finished with my old life.
My new life is going to be very, very different.
For one thing?
I’m going to be in love.
I haven’t been in years.