Writing while listening to Erla Karlsdottir and her community choir rehearsing in Reykjavik.
I finished the first draft of the second novel in May. I enjoyed reading and being interviewed. Then, with summer, came the idea and opportunity to move again. Now fall is gifting me with an international community of writers.
These days I am working on the story of my eldest brother who died before I was born, on an essay on spiraling gratitude following the trail of my writing life, and on films of the readings and the Alliance Française of Chicago interview with marvelous Isabelle David. In October, I will do the first edit of the novel now titled, Lucy, come home.
Just want to say hello. Thank you for reading.
Oh, yes, the church and candle photos are there because I was moved to see that the candle I lit for Mom before the first reading at River Lights was still burning when I returned from Europe.
Naturally, there is a lot more than this that has been going on around and inside of and far away from me. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by both how much there is to tell and how much there is to read and to do and to know, and how much time any of us has. As the end of my life feels closer, I am really trying to slow down. My appetite, however, is another story. What a balancing act. Dancing helps. So does yoga. Tenderness and laughter, utmost.
with IWP writers: Ausra Kaziliunaite of Lithuania , Kateryna Babkina of Ukraine, Rumena Buzarovska of Macedonia, Jacqueline Goldberg of Venezuela, Alisa Ganieva of Russia. Read them all; they are brilliant and fascinating.
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