This is my very first post.
Another step in advancing my career.
But....I am looking at the compose box- a blank, white, cavernous space- as if I am staring at a pristine white canvas. Both the compose box and the canvas want something: A word, a sentence, a stroke or wash of color. Something cohesive and lovely and fearless.
All this, while at the moment, I only want dinner.
It's been a long day. I'll be here again soon.
May and June in New York
20 hours ago