The Snail Who Carries Her Work

As I sit here and blog from a Starbucks on 57th and Lexington, sipping at my Grande White Chocolate Mocha and recovering from a serious cold--- I muse at technology and me and the world and moving forward.

Over the last few days I have been generating a proposal to the company I work for now in NYC. The proposal is to continue to work for them as a freelance Creative Consultant from Rome or wherever else I happen to be. This means I don't have to slow down or anything, as long as i'm putting in my 6 hour minimum per day I can be in Texas, Tahiti or Morroco -- it doesn't matter-- as long as I have my laptop and an internet connection.

This is the answer to everything. If I am, as an italian friend of mine once told me, a snail who carries her home on her back wherever she goes-- why the heck can't I tote my work on my shoulder in my laptop? Why the heck not?

And I don't see why not. And so I am drafting what I feel is a very convincing proposal. It helps that it was the CEO of the company, and not I, who first came up with the idea.

I would be doing design, formatting, editing and creative work. This can range from creating a powerpoint presentation and logos to checking for spelling errors. But my proposal goes beyond that. If it is successful I will post it here.

Next Tuesday, i'm gone. And so much has to happen between this moment and the moment the flight takes off. Anya, my beautiful, lovely, elusive Anya is coming to NYC this weekend -- after years of estrangement and her's is a face I will be happy to see again before I depart. Michelle-- my best friend of 17 years--- is coming back to NYC this weekend for the third time. I have to see Pru. I have to see Melf. I have to take a big ole pair of scissors and cut the cords that bind me to this city and i've gotta fly.

One week.

Oh my God...