It feels a little like skipping ahead to read the end of the story, and a little meta- as it is set here at MacDowell, but I can’t stop myself from working on the last chapter. I was inspired by a scene in the main hall last night, of Mary R, slinking across the main [...]
I talk to myself, in a stream of comforting babble that fills the cavernous space where I live. Many people here live in shared houses, but I asked for a live-in studio, and I’m glad. Still, last night, after another emotional day of writing, I found myself repeating, sing-songing, “Go and see some people, go [...]
I had my first real working day today. Yesterday I gathered and printed the couple hundred pages of notes, research and drafts I have and organized them into chapters, in one notebook. Today I woke and out of my routine, if I can say I have one on day three, I went to the colony [...]
***Happy Birthday Noria***
One of my new neighbors as seen from my front window:
The quiet is incredible. I woke up this morning and it really struck me that I couldn’t hear anything except wind in the trees. I’m adjusting to the darkness and silence, which at night can be a little spooky, at least when you [...]
The first thing I did was hang paper lanterns from China Town on all the lamps.
Years of hotel living has made clear the importance of lighting in cozying-up the joint. Or maybe it’s my inner Blanche DuBois. Though the walls are of wood, the studio is modern and airy and not especially cozy for a [...]