To kick off this week, where I’m fitting in writing every moment I reasonably can, I’m thinking of an article I read last year, knowing I’d want to share it on the blog at some point. It’s a little quiet memoir of a piece, about a young student shepherding a visiting writer about the city of Rochester, New York.
Is Alison Smith’s piece about wandering about town with Ursula Le Guin writing motivation? Maybe. Maybe not. I probably should have posted this back in the winter where staring into the middle-distance is seasonally appropriate, but It nevertheless gives me several ideas to stare into the middle-distance about.