Hermopoulis is the main port city on Syros, a sleepy island in the Cyclades. Today, when I should have been grading, I confess I took a detour and tinkered a bit with my Greek novel, sprucing it up. And I spent some time dreaming over these photographs of Syros, taken by my friend, colleague and travelling companion, Shawn Madison Krahmer Heal.
It's been a while since I've blogged here. A looooong while. While I wasn't here, I've been moving, writing, and teaching. I've also been fostering dogs. One was Moka, a labby girl who went on to find a perfect forever home.
The second, Miles, a foxy little chihuahua corgi mix (we think) quickly squiggled his way into our hearts.
We wound up adopting him...so now he's a part of our pack. He's what they call a foster failure--or maybe we're the failures. At any rate, now that we've got three, our fostering days are over for the forseeable future
This summer, it seems my whole life is under construction. We've been living in limbo while the house we're hoping to buy in our beloved Lambertville has been taking shape.
I've been doing a lot of driving back and forth to the house to watch it grow into the next phase of its already quite long life. The process has been exciting and sometimes fraught.
Then there's my usual summer preoccupation: writing. With several novels underway at once, I've been trying to figure out where to take my writing next. I've been researching and drafting what I suspect will turn out to be a Middle Grade novel and rethinking a YA novel that didn't quite cohere. I've also been turning back to my first love, poetry, putting together the first manuscript of poems in a really long time.
Most of all, I've been grappling with what kind of writer I want to become. How should I spend the next part of my writing life? It's been a restless and uncertain couple of mont…