New York, we meet again…

I’m back in my personal ground zero, outside of Manhattan but within view of the ugly soot-grey boot of a city that used to punish my pretty face.  I kid, but I’m definitely not pleased to be here.  I had just begun a major project – the editing and publishing of some 2-3 boxes of confused notes, dubiously crafted poems and drafts for screenplays that i’ve managed to accumulate in my lifetime and never finish.  So, while most of my things are in storage and I am dealing with other things at the moment, I am going to proceed undaunted with this task.  Not only for the sake of the work itself, but because if I sit around and mope about being back here any longer, I may decide to go back into finance and lose myself in the glitzy world of spray tan and popped collars forever.