Proof enough, dig, that there's a God/god: my deadline for story about reluctant artist whose chest I sat on was EXTENDED ONE WEEK. Yes, extended, as in more time to beat quotable moments out of her, to sip turbo-powered wine with her, and make her bend to my wishes. Met with three boy colleagues today and we're going to be members of a team (GO TEAM) shooting for a wire service. Photos of wired people, stray wires on the ground, wires sticking out of odd places, etc. I'm currently spewing thoughts one mile per minute as I made some good ol' fashioned joe with way too many beans and way little coffee. Where did I park that Oban? Peace & Love, your favorite Nancy.
ps: the reluctant artist's name is Nancy, too, but she is NOT your favorite.