Last night I had writing group at the Ansonia, in a woman's condo there. The building is slightly creepy, but I love writing group. It's kind of like AA or therapy, with less debbie downers. I get this feeling of being high, walking on air because I love writing so much. I HAVE to do it. Some people have religion. I have books I guess. Whatever. Corny sap:
""There is only one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it's because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It's your mission on earth."
Today, just now, I discovered a new coffee shop, Birch Coffee, that is totally pretentious and down to earth at the same time and I love it. The coffee is good. It's just too bad they don't take credit cards for anything less than $8 which is just about what I have in my account. Read the "About Us" part. It's a place that should be in Ithaca or Maine, not NYC but that's why I like it. They do a daily meditation which scares me, but I know my mom would encourage me to go with gusto. Still scares me. Hippies. Yikes. Coffee is good, escaping from the city vibe is even better.