There’s this horrible gap between my temporary teeth and my gum line, which you can see when I smile wide. At least three people fainted from the sight of it on my way home. One child burst into tears. And this dog barked and barked and barked. I think he was trying to warn everyone. It won’t be fixed for another week and a half, so if you see me, cross to the other side of the street.
I can still sing, however. I may look like a monster, but my voice is unchanged.
One World Trade Center, rising up and up. This picture accurately captures my mood for the past two days. Dreary. Hopeless. Mostly about my book. I just can’t get it to where I want it to be. But I met with my agent and now I feel ready to try again. For the billionth time. Hope has returned. Thank you, Betsy.