Fate’s Fickle Fingering
2014-08-14
I think I told you I’m in the North Carolina mountains. For three weeks, I’m holing up in a house on Mississippi Road. Writing a book set mostly in Mississippi. And eating food that’s reminiscent of my Mississippi walk, because let’s face it: I. Don’t. Cook.
Today, I revised a section of the story.
And I cried.
And I sobbed.
And I heaved.Continue Reading