Saturday, October 22, 2011
And so today, I continued work on that commemorative book project and then switched gears—reading the manuscripts that I'll be workshopping at Rutgers-Camden this coming Wednesday. The three stories that were sent to me could not be more different from each other, but they are remarkable, each in their own way. I'm building a workshop around the critique pieces. I have an idea and, after I teach that class, I plan to share it here.
Clients and workshops. Lectures and readings. The fragments of this life all here, on this glass-topped desk, waiting for me. In between, my son calls with stories, my friends send notes (and post kind Facebook things), my father stops by, I eat a crisp, locally grown Stayman apple, I slip a quiche into the oven.
This is a simple life that I lead. I would trade it for no other.