A new day, a new venue, same old weather. A repeat of cloud and misty rain; spring in the Midwest. But in the writing place I was headed for…. the weather wouldn’t matter. One enters the Milwaukee Art Museum into the magnificent cathedral-like space of Windover Hall, with its exquisite white marble floor, a vaulted … More Art Lives Here!
I’ve been thinking a lot about writing lately. Notice, thinking, not writing. One can think anywhere at any time: driving the car, tossing and turning in the dark at night, walking the dogs, or jogging on the treadmill. One does not have the same freedom in writing. I could list a million excuses, which only … More A Nice Place to Visit, But I Wouldn’t Want to Write There