I was writing my novel just a moment ago when I heard what I can only describe as howling outside my window. I went and looked. This is what I saw:
I put on my coat (yes, thank you, it is FINALLY cold in New York) and took these pictures from the overpass:
Yes, people, those are runners with angel wings strapped to their backs - and yes, they are running in formation.
Why? It is the International Friendship Run, a prelude to the New York City Marathon, which takes place tomorrow. Tomorrow, I am bringing Liam into the city to watch the race and see where I live. That means my apartment has to be swabbed down with Lysol and all the empty liquor bottles and candy wrappers have to be dispatched - immediately. All this, and I promised the internet I would write a novel this month. Good lord.
By the way, I am working on the novel. The working title is Great Eagle Rescues of Middle Earth.
I am trying to work the the pigeon.
Stop laughing at me. Thank you.