I wish I had something really good to write about today.

Because, honestly, I’ve found myself blogging once again right before bed, and my brain is mush and all I really want to do is wash my face, meditate and sleep.

To be fair, today was a wild day.  I talked to more people than I am used to talking to, I had a job offer (and it rocks!) and I discovered a new author. Among other things.  Yes, I know.  Insanity!

Let me just say, if you aren’t a habitual reader, discovering a new author is like finding unexpected gold.  It feels magical and exciting and strangely secretive. In the best possible way.  Like when I found out that my Dad started to read Daniel Silva novels and we could finally share the joy of having read the same books.

Delicious.

Anyway, I discovered Joan Didion and simultaneously discovered that it was absolutely horrifying that I’d never read her – let alone heard of her! – before.

She is a seminal writer in the lexicon of United States authors.  Her body of work is wildly impressive.  And, it turns out, she also has MS.  Almost like a footnote to her life.  I absolutely love that.

Anyway, when I inevitably forget to blog tomorrow, or the next day, please know it’s because I’m lost in a book that is so exquisite I haven’t surfaced for air.

xox, g