Me Gone Wild.

This week I have been afforded the chance to play an amazing game of make believe.

This week I have been neither a mother nor a law student but a young writer living on Chicago’s North Side. I have been whistled at and honked at appreciatively. I have searched for the perfect Cafe Americano. I have flirted with various cute boys at coffee shops and bookstores.

This week I have read Bret Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney and longed for a time when authors were given the same status as movie and rock stars. Inspired by the possibility of such an era’s return, I have written and written and written.

This is me gone wild.