October 23, 2013

Not ready for the workshop at Esalen, not eager for the workshop at Esalen, asking myself why I accepted the workshop at Esalen, though I know the answer to that. I wanted to negate my obscurity a little, do the schmoozing and glad handing that other authors do. Now at the brink of it, obscurity seems triply precious, or at least infinitely less inconvenient. The last time I did such a bad job I don’t know why they asked me back. Odd head on me yesterday, wherein if I considered the desired outcome of my longings and the feared outcome of my longings, they both seemed equally dreadful.  Part of my personal superstition is that the 23rd of every month is propitious. May this one be so.