how the dogs spend their days
Tomorrow I'll be at Waterloo's brand-new Wild Writers Literary Festival. Click here to see the program. Appropriately, I've buried myself in writing today, although I regret to report that glimpsing the wild writer in her natural habitat would make for very dull viewing indeed. I'm fully dressed, have not imbibed anything stronger than coffee, and have no apparent signs of insanity, mania, or spontaneous outpourings of poetry. More wilderness may be just what this writer needs.
Labels: readings, work, writing