#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Even though it’s almost midnight when I arrive home, I am grateful to be greeted––by Charlie, of course, but also my daughter’s boyfriend, in the kitchen, happy to see me and make me feel welcomed and greeted, so I have someone to burn off the car ride with, and a chat, while I attack an open carton of ice cream. The house, otherwise, is full of sleepers. A long ride home, over six hours. Traffic through New York City. Still, I have started a new audible book—excellent listening. This morning, on my walk to the Morris Arboretum for a longer look, I finish “Demon Copperfield,” Pulitzer Prize winning novel by Barbara Kingsolver, a beautiful book, first to last word. I love how this book ends exceptionally, which is hard to do in a long novel where so often we can predict the ending and are bored by it before reading it. She nails her ending. Swoon. I have fallen in love with her protagonist, and do not want it to end. It’s a tough book. And a great one, taking on the oxycontin epidemic of Appalachia. I listened to an interview on a podcast with Kingsolver, and learn that she modeled the book after “David Copperfield,” by Dickens. Brilliant! My busy day went well; we did all I’d hoped we would in the Play Lab and ended with satisfaction and much accomplished, wonderful writers and now we look forward to the online showcases in September. A little strange not to have the showcase at the conference, but with only 3 days this year, impossible. I am glad I went, glad to be home. I will wake up to Wave and all my beloveds. And my dear friend arriving tomorrow and we will swim.