I’m going home–to clarify, the home I lived in most of my life as a child. I have owned it since my Mom died and always intended to use it as a retreat. Life got in the way.
Now I return to start the process of cleaning it out and getting ready to list it. Ghastly prospects looms as this task is daunting. But this week, I will let you in on a secret. I’m going to write there. Cleaning will have to wait.
Oh sure, I will pretend to be going through things, but, and this is just between you and me, I’m going to work on existing projects and finalize them. By next week this time I will have:
- a poetry how-to book,
- a chapter from a memoir that just may save your life,
- a vignette from a novella that will make you cry,
- and 8 poems completed for a sketchbook project due in August–Love Motion No. 5.
Or maybe not…