#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Red River in Rain

It’s raining, it’s pouring. Good. I have a passenger on my back. He is not in school today—the Jewish holiday. This house, indoors, is cracking. Workmen in and out, every room. The stone for the chimney laid out on the dining and living room floors. Progress. Progress. Outdoors, trees drip and the brook slowly holds a bit of water pooling in the mud. The river reflections––I want to dive into this pool of color. I have worked on scripts for my monologue showcase since 6 a.m. Giving feedback. It’s going to be a wonderful showcase. I have clients and a group. More reading of scripts, feedback, a play lab tonight. All worth it. The support that writers in my workshops give each other is stunning. Like the red in the river.