I’ve had a writer’s weekend. Except for a few brief encounters – getting my bangs trimmed nearby, chatting with neighbours, yesterday’s yoga class – I’ve talked to no one for two days. Well, that’s not true. I’ve been working on the book about writing, which is chatty and direct, so I’ve been talking to readers all weekend. Perhaps one day they’ll want to read the book and find out what I’ve been saying.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much