so we went on tour and it was magic.
right now i’m sitting at a motel in orangeville (?) south carolina. wanted to drive through the night but it kept storming— scary glorious lightning and trucks whizzing past.
i met/saw a bunch of lovely sweet people and felt like a real writer and signed my book and made friends with mary and talked about the girl and failure and abject, everything was abject which isn’t even bad, it’s just sweaty and dirty, also it’s fun to be a rockstar, and it’s fun to be shy, and meeting people is actually wonderful, and there is sometimes a bit of dreamy shared language, like driving through the mountains with puppies and monsters.
cute pictures cute tinctures! i was abject at the airport and thought of you, ks. xo