Up early today trying to get organized. Two boxes off to the post office to be mailed home. It’s not so much stuff I’ve picked up while I’ve been out here, but deciding to send back most of the books I brought with me so my luggage will be easier to maneuver. Carrying books is the same as carrying processed logs, and weigh as much.
I’ve not taken into account the bread, cheese and assorted munches I’ll be carting along to sustain me through two nights and a day on the train, and the drive home from KC. Of course, the luggage will get lighter as I go along. Me, not so much.
I’ve had an extremely successful week since Oscar Sunday, visiting the on-line copyright office, establishing ASCAP membership, listening to a bunch of potential songs for the album, learning great things about songwriting from long-time friend and once-and-again collaborator, Robin Frederick, and meeting with new agent and record label folks to plan for what lies ahead. Now all I have to do is come home and make it all happen. Talk’s cheap, yes? And I thought I was busy before.