The mind dances here and there, rarely in a linear fashion. So what’s on my mind these days? How about counting on these fingers?
- As she says, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
- Still many sailboats out, their sails looking soft, dreamy. Other boats, on their moorings, rock endlessly. Listen to the incoming tide.
- With the sea haze is pronounced, we can barely see the Isles of Shoals from the mouth of the Piscataqua River. Other times they’re crisp, five miles away – the hotel and conference center/retreat, avian observatory, and White Isle lighthouse, among them. Soon, everything will be deserted for winter.
- Asked what makes me run, I could easily answer: COFFEE! Actually, it’s often a mystery to me, too.
- Without a big project going, I feel lost, adrift, directionless.
- Sometimes that sensation of feeling lost is a fog. When I’m not relating to music, what I hear is mostly noise.
- One help in revising a long work of fiction, especially, comes in finding its “emotional zipper” – and then everything falls into place as you move along it.
- Where’s the center of gravity? That is, the central identity or overall impression.
- Will she realize it’s our anniversary? (She almost always has the date wrong.)
- How I love the cool, clear days of late summer and early autumn!
It’s a common real estate question, I suppose: what do you do with an old church? In my newest novel, the family turns one into a rock concert venue, not that unlike the Stone Church in Newmarket, New Hampshire, not all that far from us. Others around here have been turned into homes or apartments. And still others are art galleries or retail spaces. Parking, of course, can be a problem.