Where is that pounding coming from?
Monday, August 15, 2011
We are putting a new roof on our old, old, old house. This is no longer a choice. Hammering is going to happen all too soon. There will be no reading except at night. There will be no writing except at night. There will be no thinking except at night. That leaves eating and worrying about the work I'm not doing. My novel and I are looking for asylum.