My Old Lover

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New York is like an old lover you go back to briefly. You know it can’t last, but oh my God – the old buzz is still there, the memories. I will always be in love with this city. The  jazz-like rhythm walking down the streets, the smells, the sounds, the crazy energy, the wild diversity. But I don’t have to trudge the streets in slush those dreary dark January evenings, I can just breeze in for some glorious sunlit September days and fool around.

My time was short so everybody I saw was related to publishing – agents and an editor who worked on my first novel (actually solved it for me) – and led me to the misguided notion that all New York editors sat you down at their kitchen tables for a week and discussed semi-colons with you. These are publishing friends who go way, way back in time – and are the kind of friends you might not see for a few years – or more – and you pick up right where you left off. (Paula, Aaron, Arleen, Lisa – you are treasured.)

I also got a jolt of inspiration for the memoir – so onward.

And New York – I’ll come back. I always do.

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