November 25
For autumn, I am house and pet sitting at an all season lake home. The summer people have gone, and this dazzling sun on water is mine alone ...
... but I find that beautiful settings are not necessarily the best place to write. After tending to the dog, I mostly sit enchanted and hope I'm storing inspiration for the coming gray January days in my loft. It's a good thing this stay included freelance assignments that require (a little) less creative energy. These things have a way of working out. File under "writing life."
