Writing On The Road

We’ve been away a lot this summer, and I keep slipping away from writing, and then needing to return to it. I thought I could write 1000 words a day on writing days, and not worry about weekends and holidays, but I’m not content. I miss writing, and I’m slow to settle back into it – and I think there’s something – something – about writing every day, to keep the practice up, like practicing an instrument. So, away again, I’m going to try to write every day. I’m only gone for four days – how hard could it be?

Maureen

Late Summer Garden

After losing all my echinacea last winter, I’m delighted my new plants are blooming well this year. There’s something absurd about the flowers that make me laugh.

Maureen

I’ve Lost Momo

I’ve lost a favorite book, and have no idea how, or where, or when… It’s Momo, by the German writer Michael Ende, who also wrote The Neverending Story.

Many years ago my husband and I bought Momo in Granada, Spain, at the university bookstore. We were sent there when we asked about books in English – we’d run out and were desperate for new stories. There were only a couple on a small shelf, for students studying English literature, and most weren’t appropriate for travel reading. But Momo was there, and we both adored it.

I wanted to reread it to see how it’s held up over time, but I can’t find it, and I feel bereft. Surely it’s somewhere – back to searching.

Maureen