You have to keep the
faith, always, even
when your ass is on the
line.
So, forty-eight hours before my flight
left Tokyo for L.A., I calmly sat back,
focused on my ideal writing palace,
envisioned the wide open space it
looked out upon, luxuriated in its plush
couches and big open kitchen, soaked up
the sun pouring in through its huge
windows, felt it in my bones, believed it
was real, did the whole wickety-woo
thing, and got all excited and grateful