Outsider Art Wife, Pru?
But why am I even writing this? Teaching Heart of Darkness is not the real horror at hand. It's just me stalling, using my time-tested strategy of wise-assed evasion and deferral.
London is where my son's biological father lives. Jamie's biological father: the one whose existence I've lied about for 19 years, the one whom I fictionalized into an anonymous sperm donor. See:
Could Jamie's dad have sent it? The last I heard he was paralyzed from his stroke [see backstory link].
Could Pru have sent it? The last I heard she didn't know I existed.
in either case: why?
It's crazy because I can't afford the money or the time but I'm going to make the very long drive down to NYC Friday, spend a night in a hotel, and go to the Outsider Art Fair. It's crazy because I have to go down the following weekend and it'll all be exhausting and I"ll slide behind in my classes and trying to revise the script. And I'll have to cancel out of the Friday Women's Center round table on "Single Moms: Choices and Challenges," which is not so crazy because I've been dreading and resenting it, resenting it because every time the phrase "single mother" is uttered, everyone looks my way.
And it's crazy because it's something a crazy person would do--the kind of person who creates crazy stuff that gets discovered and called "outsider art" after which it sells for a lot of money.
But I just booked a room on Orbitz, because I can't not go to the Fair, if you follow my double negatives.