Photographed in Atlantic City recently.
It’s a new year. New year or no, I’m still in deep hibernation mode—winters always seem to pull me thus. In brief:
~ I am three scenes away from completing the latest draft of the Next Novel.
~ The first two-thirds of it went out to my trusted beloved beta readers.
~ To help finalize the final third, I went on a short writer’s retreat to Atlantic City. Why Atlantic City? Because it’s close enough to Brooklyn, the hotels are reasonably priced, there’s water for inspiration, and I hate gambling. Ergo, perfect for holing up in a room with a manuscript.
~ My post-surgery foot is much better. I can now walk up to about two miles without discomfort.
~ There’s more going on regarding a long aborning project. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t say anything officially yet. Soon!
(And back I go into my creative cave.)
Aren’t these so beautiful? They make me want to take up mosaic making in a big way. Photographed in Venice at the Biennale.
Bad pun, I know. But couldn’t resist! Photographed at the Venice Biennale this summer.
Photographed this summer in Pompeii. Isn’t that the most glorious yellow you’ve ever seen?
In my garden: a little bit of Venice brought back to Brooklyn from my recent trip to that city set on water.