Power will go out.
I’ll be stuck with candle light and time to work on a manuscript for Oxford American— My freelance writing is a hobby really, as my advertising work keeps me (happily) busy. Haven’t written in ages.
Did creative briefs and general upkeep all morning.
This will be a nice opportunity.
Assuming this bad boy will die down a bit before it reaches the good ole’ Red Stick.
For now just heavy wind hitting the window.
Though—I’m quite inland where I am. I shouldn’t have much to worry about.
Like most families on the coast mine went through a lot with Hurricane Katrina, I hate even talking about it really.
Most people don’t realize that Katrina hit Mississippi, dead on. The levees broke in NOLA, hence the devastation there—but coastal Mississippi towns were just..gone. Wiped out. Nothing.
Anyhow, I’ll be fine where I am now—just nostalgia, that’s all.
You’re growing on me.
Article I wrote chronicling Hangout Fest, Randy Newman, Sunburns, Frenchmen, and Geographic identity crises.