Who am I kidding? Do I want to leave home at 7:30 every morning to navigate my way to the other end of the city for a full time office gig? Boy, am I spoiled. I have become so used to waking up without an alarm, cleaning up the kitchen and washing last night's dishes like a morning meditation, making my coffee, and then sitting down at the computer with a sense of purpose and even excitement for the work ahead. Some days, I don't get out of sleep clothes till the early afternoon.
On the other hand, I felt so bright and light in that place. The woman who interviewed me was a ball of joy. We shall see.
I got comments back from my editor on the manuscript I turned in in January. The subject matter is gun violence, so I need to add some narrative about those piercingly brilliant teenagers in Parkland. These kids with their broken hearts and burning eyes want the Valentine's Day's massacre at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High to be the last school shooting in this country. They want background check laws strengthened and automatic weapons banned. They want to end the whole sorry charade in Congress come the midterm elections in November. They want teenagers not to be able to buy guns and American corporations to stop doing business with the NRA. I love that they have hope enough to draw these lines in the sand—and believe in the inevitability of change. They are fierce and uncompromising, angry and ignited. God, we need their fervor now.