What Writing Means to Me

A Love Letter (Or, So Much For Yesterday's Post)

Here’s the God’s honest truth: never, ever schedule anything with me on a Friday or a Saturday; I will almost assuredly cancel. Oh, I may think, on Wednesday, that lunch sounds like fun, that a hike at sunrise seems like a good idea. But I won’t be there. Where I will be: happily perched at my old coffee-colored fold-down desk, writing.