White wine on a sun-setting balcony as the humidity fades. They talk about Europe, about where they're going and where they've been. I don't say much. Instead, I slurp my wine and daydream about Germany, though my time there was too short and the things seen were too few. I…
After an hour and a half of reading my novel draft, making notes, and doing research, my eyes look like that. I take breaks to look out of the window of the coffee place, noticing how many people seem to mutter to themselves on their way to the subway. I…
I got my novel printed out today - not printed printed, but just printed. Clear as mud? In truth, I've been sort of avoiding working on it since December. I've peeked in here and there and made some tweaks, but what I really need is to hold it in my…
