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I've been working like mad. All winter, really, and doubletime over the last few weeks. Work is a little like pain even if you love what you do, you have to get ahead of it or it will pull you under. I've been trying to get ahead of it, because I can see a potential bottleneck ahead that I really want to avoid.
The good news is I've had a dangling carrot.
First I'm headed to the Bay Area for the Lesbians Who Tech Summit. While I'm there I'll take care of various and sundry things, some more appealing than others.
And then, the carrot.
Or the dangling key, more like it. I have my eyes on the prize of a glorious, decadent escape to Key West. Key West is like our own little tropical frontier. Boundaries are different there. Sunset is a party. The ghosts are the types you want to have a tumbler of rum with--including my beloved Elizabeth Bishop, Tennessee Williams and Hemingway. I recently read that Tennessee Williams named his one-room writing studio in Key West "Mad House." That's really working like mad. He once told Miami Herald reporter Madeleine Blais that he loved sunrise on Key West, daytime's "great triumph over darkness."
I'm going there.
Southernmost Point, in so many ways. No place else is like it.
This is really, really good news, and I've been dreaming about it for weeks now. But first, to the other frontier.
Some of my trip is supported by the Key West Business Guild, and I'm grateful for their generous hosting.