Today, instead of a painting I made a collage. It’s still sweltering hot out, but mornings are pleasant. I usually drink my coffee outside, then I go into the main living room, sit at the table I keep the vase of roses on, which I restock every night, and write. Waiting for my historical expert’s input on the jazz age mystery, I’m revisiting the sequel to The Adventures of Miss Vulpe, of which I’d written about a quarter a few months ago. I found that I like this story very much, and today I jumped right back into writing. This stay at the Castle is turning into quite a productive writing retreat.
