Kate Gale

Mar 27, 2019 by Kate Gale

You travel to London and then New York.  You do all these meetings and you also meet with friends and you also sleep and miss the dog and miss your family and the press and the goings on in California which are so numerous.  There’s a confusing cluster of work that makes you wonder about the point of it all. What is the point of it all? Other art forms are simpler, you think.  Dancing, theater, music, opera, people appreciate these in droves and flocks.  Then there are books.  The authors. The writers. The scribblers need.  The writers need.  I’m going home to Los Angeles for one day and then Portland.  Briefly. More writers.  It’s raining in Portland.

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