where are we?

So my calendar is full.

This upcoming week I have items scribbled in pen for every weekday. None of them include sitting in the grass to write a novel, seeing any art show, or going to any other place in England.

I have an excuse for each and every one. It has been raining and cold, all I do is think about art all day, and I'm waiting for a sunny weekend and people to go with.

It's not like my calendar is shoddy. It includes a seminar, a meeting with the teacher to talk about the research I'm doing for him, two stints at the Eagle gallery, a birthday celebration, X-Men 3, charity shop shopping, several episodes of the OC, and a Neko Case show at the renowned Shepherd's Bush Empire.

What is the point of this Kristina you may ask. Out of all of these evcents, all of them involve other people. Is this a problem? No, except all of them are going to disappear (except for the Eagle stints) at the latest on June 20. Because this is when everybody goes home, and I'll be hanging out here until July 1. How is my character? I suppose I'll find out in these 10 or so days of being alone, truly alone, in London. I'm actually fairly certain that I will be able to fill up these days. But the realization that there will be nobody around, absolutely nobody, is a bit frightening. Oh, the Brits will still be around, but off in their respective outside-London cities.

This is why, from June 20 on, TimeOut.com will be my best friend.

Today Pele was in London. I forgot to go see him.

All I think about is creating all day, imagining where my story is going to go, imagining canvases and drawing in my mind, but as for the creating bit, it stays in my head all day long. Rarely does it ever crawl its way out.

Help?

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