Not for the first time, fast talking New Yorker Camille Lorigo hit me up with a proposition I couldn't refuse.
In truth, all I really caught over the busy din of Stravaigin was "...old typewriters...stream of consciousness...Hope Street Studios...let's write a book in a weekend."
In truth, all I really caught over the busy din of Stravaigin was "...old typewriters...stream of consciousness...Hope Street Studios...let's write a book in a weekend."
Hey, this could be a kick, I was in. Completing our beat writing troika was the actor and writer Stephen Sheriff.
But after what seemed a respectable amount of time spent 'thinking very fast and typing very slow', we completely ditched the troublesome typewriters and went "back to mac - daddy-o".
To be continued... just as soon as us squares can get our shit together once again!
