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.)