The short story shelf. (okay, ONE of the short story shelves....)


It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming of themselves like grass.     – Eudora Welty


These books really don’t write themselves, do they.  I’m heading off to a quiet space with mine — WiFi off, laptop on — where I’ll be listening to Eudora, ignoring the news, and growing the grass.

Happy writing.  Happy reading.  I’ll see y’all back here in a few weeks.