The sun was here again, and the temps around 60F. The horses and little Rafer enjoyed their day, I'm told, but I wasn't here to see it. I spent my entire day in a writing workshop where I read from two different novels and wrote a scene that I also read aloud.
It's a small group and held in the workshop leader's home, so it was very cozy and nice being surrounded by books, her cat, and the sounds of her chickens outside the back window. She made us cream of celery soup for lunch, with grilled cheese sandwiches on homemade whole grain bread. Hot mint tea out of a teapot covered with a cozy, and pumpkin bread for dessert.
Aside from being delicious and healthy, I can't tell you how nice it was being pampered. To discuss issues of writing, to read pages out loud, to get feedback, given time to work on a scene that then gets immediate feedback - this was a writer's bliss.
billie hinton’s camera-obscura:
life and lessons on November Hill Farm
