I’m supposed to write fiction today, but a) I’m not sure what’s happening in my story and b) I drove to Chicago yesterday and saw a Broadway play and c) Michael Jackson died. So, no story today.
I want to write about all of those things, but I can’t get my brain settled. So, I will just tell you that I am terribly sad about MJ, and the play was the most amazing thing ever.
If I am ever terribly wealthy, I will go to Broadway plays for fun, instead of the thrift store. Well, actually, I will probably go to the thrift store and buy beautiful dresses, and then go to Broadway plays.