The comedown

The world at night...

I'm still living on London time. Since my return, I've been falling asleep around 8 p.m. and then waking up before 5 a.m. Last night, I forced myself to sit up until 1 a.m., but was awake at 7 this morning. I feel a little out of focus -- as if this life is a dream and any moment I will wake up in London.

This trip was different from the many others I've made because I got a real sense of London life -- living in a neighborhood, taking the buses and trains, shopping for food, etc. It was challenging, sometimes annoying, but once I got home to Atlanta, I realized I was already getting used to it. I still haven't given up on the dream of living in London, but I'm going to need a rich husband, a bestseller or to win the lottery.

While I was away, my editor finished reading the eBook short story collection, Kiss Shot, so rewrites will begin this weekend. I'm still planning for an early September release. Sibling Rivalry Press sent over a big questionnaire to fill out as the publication of my poetry collection, Render, approaches next April. We're planing a big publicity push and I'm already exploring festivals, conferences and reading opportunities.