Dangerous Neighbors
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Yesterday, returning at last to the Centennial novel, I struggled to reclaim my footing—to go back in time to 1876. Nothing rushes writing. No short cuts can be taken. I had to sit again, settle in again, to the clatter on Broad Street, to the buildings, no longer there, to the strange interiors of spectacle buildings that turned Philadelphia into a near-circus for a year.
The vendors are out, roasting their chestnuts. There is a hawk with blood-colored feathers on the parapet of a slanted roof.
4 comments:
I'm looking forward to that Centennial novel now!
Oh, I look forward to this, too. Wasn't the hand and torch of the Statue of Liberty there? And people could walk through it? Plus wear very interesting hats.
Love the hawk imagery.
Oh! This is lovely. Good luck!
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