Hypographia

Is it writer’s block? Or just craziness? I dream of being hypergraphic, like Bridgett.

Last week we were in Portland (Tim on business) for the first time in 2½ years. I always think that this is how my Portland days will unfold:

Croissant and coffee
Write
Work
Exercise (maybe a walk on the prom)
Lunch
Maybe one city errand
Work
Evening with Tim

In a way, that’s not too far off from what does happen. It’s just that we get up later than at home, it takes more time to get food, there are always rush jobs taking over my day, there are some friends I can see only for lunch (so suddenly this becomes a 2-hour [not ½-hour] ordeal), there is a movie theatre within walking distance, there are birthday presents that must be found because birthdays are happening now and I am physically near actual retail opportunities—so the one thing I do not do is write.

That was last week. I am away again, thanks to unfortunate (but manageable) scheduling. I scrawl these few words from my friend’s home office in New Jersey. I will work two mornings. We will see Broadway shows two nights.

I will drool over Neil Patrick Harris and Dulé Hill. Perhaps that’s all that will need to be said about that.