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.
Travel The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn’t a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming. My heart is warm with friends I make, And better friends I’ll not be knowing; Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, No matter where it’s going. Edna St. Vincent Millay
Self Portrait with Underwood Behind Glass Sometimes writers just need to be with other writers--to obsess about craft, to get moral suport, fresh inspiration, and feedback on our works-in-progress. And sometimes we just need to take a few days out from our distracted lives and go someplace else . For instance, Frostburg, Maryland: View from the Coffee Shop A sleepy mountain town near where Maryland meets Pennsylvania meets West Virginia, Frostburg is home to Frostburg State University and, for four days each summer, to the Nightsun Writer's Conference. This year's Nightsun faculty included Marion Winik (nonfiction) and Clint McCown (fiction): Poet Bruce Weigl : Science fiction writer Brenda Clough : And, representing YA fiction (with occasional forays into poetry), me. In between craft sessions, workshops, and readings, participants could grab a latte and a little outdoor writing time at this charming coffee shop : or b