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.