Monday, December 1, 2014
the light of winter
I feel a bit like a wind blown leaf these days. I've been busy of late. Too busy. As grateful as I am that Contemporary Vermont Fiction is in the world, there's a part of me that just wants to sit in this corner of my living room and feel the snow-reflected light fall on my face.
And drink a cup of tea.
And rest my socked feet on the wood stove.
This is the place I feel at home.
Isn't the light of December lovely?
(And because I can't fully let the ghost go, if you're looking to buy a copy of the book, you're welcome to send a check directly to me and I'll send a signed one your way--with love.)