Writing is a solitary pursuit--the imagination guiding the hand moving the pen. I'm pretty old-school, valuing the work of good editors and the revisions process before letting my words go public. But life is short, right? And sometimes, just sometimes, we need to spout off.
A writer, mother, teacher, friend, I love books, blizzards and beaches, music from Hildegard von Bingen to the Beatles to Bonnie Raitt to The Brood; I love medieval churches, red wine, creme caramel, and roasted beets, and walking the woods and coastlines of home.
A perfect day for reading, gathering info, letting something simmer and stew. Snow moving like flies in the air, then showering off trees. Landscape reduced to the grey scale. The solitude of the kitchen table. The wind grumbling.
A traffic jam of ideas trying not to skid downhill.