I am in here.
First the frazzlement of traveling, then the cessation from frazzlement and rest, then the backlash of exhaustion: such was my lot yesterday. Buck and Peter went off last night to see The Lion King, and loved it. I almost wish I had gone with them, but I was in no mood to appreciate the concept … Continue reading Wednesday night, NYC
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. — Martin Buber
Today I shall be in a lot of seminars. However, I shall spend much of that time ruminating on my novel. I didn’t make my word count yesterday, but that was due to sheer travel exhaustion. So, what’s up with you all?
Why is it that certain eras attract our imagination more than others? I’ve got a Sherlock Holmes mystery on now. London in the 1880’s seems to be an extremely well-travelled area of the popular imagination, especially for mysteries. Then there’s the earlier Regency era for romances, and the middle ages for all sorts of adventures … Continue reading Eras
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