SHEILA CALLAGHAN - blog:
Maybe it was losing my mind in Kansas, but I am ablaze. My heart is racing twenty times its normal speed. Something's got me hot, folks. After a relative writing drought, I am CRACKLING. I haven't felt this way since I tore out of grad school and feasted on everything in sight, my baby-jaws full of blood and gore.
And I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO! But for once I don't feel crippled. I feel zingy. Come over for dinner tonight, I'm grilling the OED in my backyard.
I don't have a backyard. I have my downstairs neighbor's roof covered in astroturf. I have some flowers and herbs out there. I pretend it's a lawn and walk barefoot in the plastic grass blades. But it's okay, because my head is on fire and that makes everything better.
I am a struck matchstick!