Um…so…no, I didn’t finish the book in time for class. No one else did, either, though, and they were all reading it in English, so I don’t feel so bad.
The teacher for this class (and my friend, and last semester’s workshop leader), Ernesto Mestre, has a new book coming out on the ninth. It’s his second novel and it’s already getting amazing reviews. I’m really glad I got to know him before I read his work, because if I’d read his fiction before meeting him I would have been too tongue-tied and awestruck to ever speak at all. He’s so kind and simple and humble that you would never suspect that he’s brilliant. I mean brilliant. He won’t ever tell you himself, so I have to brag a bit for him.
I’m taking today off. No work. No schoolwork. I’m going to knit for a while, and then I’m going to write for the rest of the day. I can’t wait. It’s a dreary gray Brooklyn out there. Perfect for sitting inside. Anyway, it’s late springtime in my novel. Gonna go warm myself there for a while.
sounds like a perfect way to spend the day. maybe with a cup or two of tea.
Posted by: rebecca
Oh, I love to hear this. Today I wrote. And today you’ll write! It’s early fall on the central coast in my novel – so I keep feeling the fog and late afternoon sun…. It’s so enjoyable, isn’t it? Why did you choose springtime?
Posted by: Rachael
sounds like a perfect way to spend the day. maybe with a cup or two of tea.
Posted by: rebecca
Oh, I love to hear this. Today I wrote. And today you’ll write! It’s early fall on the central coast in my novel – so I keep feeling the fog and late afternoon sun…. It’s so enjoyable, isn’t it? Why did you choose springtime?
Posted by: Rachael