Word Drought & Hidden Spaces



EJ,J and S waited and waited at Dulles Airport this morning. Hugo had been yukking it up in Seoul and was due to arrive any minute. Much to everyone's surprise, Hugo came out the double doors a transformed man. He dazzled June in a smart looking tailored hand stitched 100% cashmere coat. What had happened to the country boy?



Apparently Hugo was living large at the Lotte Plaza Hotel which was attached to a posh shopping mall. I guess EJ and J's sartorial sense finally rubbed in. Of course underneath, he still had his dorky turtleneck and corduruoy pants. As J dismissed, "That coat did not deserve that kind of treatment."



Today I climbed up the roof. Yes it's true, I've been bitten by a writer's block. I've baked a chocolate cake (with chestnut jam) for the occasion but still can not squeak out a story. If things continue in this fashion, I think I'll have to resort to a crunch BLT sandwich. Back to the roof up the rickety ladder, I was having a moment there.