Forging On
All school year long I wait impatiently for extended writing time--a stretch of days when I can put my head down and focus with few interruptions. And now that time is here--theoretically at least. While I wait to hear more about the fate of the Greek novel, I've been trying--with uneven success--to get my head back into my next novel--the one set in a New Jersey river town.
Lambertville, NJ |
But summer--and serious writing--comes with its own pitfalls. I may hypnotize myself into believing I'm on the top deck of a ferry pulling into Santorini, or wandering the charming streets of a small New Jersey river town, but my body knows otherwise.
So to fend off the Vitamin D deficiency and a bad case of the blahs, Andre, the dogs, and I went for a walk in Valley Forge...
...a green world where locals and tourists alike walk trails, ride bikes, and commune with ghosts.
Captain Von Steuben looks out across the fields |
This time, though, we just skimmed the surface...
...guzzling fresh air and sunshine against the work week to come.
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