Back in new orleans. I am hot and sticky from my 15 minute bike ride into work. 94% humidity and it's not even May. The air is soft and thick and heavy today. I can hear rumbling in the distance. Thunderstorms are coming and there's a tornado watch. The radar shows a swirling, seething mass of yellow and red slowly heading our way. It reflects my mood. Storms are coming. I've been here 3 months, with no visit from BT and no tickets booked. I am in that anxious place where everything feels like a sign.

Headphones on. Deep breaths. Try to get some work done. It feels like another person watched the giraffes gracefully meandering through the park in South Africa last week.

I read an interview with David Sedaris in which he said something like, 'most of the time it's me alone in a room, writing. And then I get to go on a book tour and be with people. That's the reward'. I'm back to being alone in the room, writing.

9:48 a.m. - 2013-04-24