It’s Monday morning, in sultry Boston, and the early summer rains have come and gone so now it’s time for the unrelenting, sticky heat of July and August. Having returned from Japan a little more than 48 hours ago, my sleep is disrupted by vivid dreams and during the day I experience somnambulance, which I rather like. The pleasant disorientation makes me think of August Kleinzahler’s essay about visiting his parents in the Palisades of New Jersey after arriving from France at 4 A.M.
It’s also good for writing: Being discombobulated.
I have pieces out in Travel + Leisure every week. Pieces due for them, Robb Report, and Destinasian.
And what? A book due by early December, and a revision of a second book at the same time.
The A/C keeps me indoors.