December 1, 2018

Minor discouragement: publication date for The Falls of the Wyona set back to May.

Drove to Biltmore Village last night to see Simone’s chapeaux. Traffic insane. Landed in the middle of the annual Dickens Festival. Cold rain, but sweet nevertheless. I remembered wandering alone through night streets, absorbing that magic of Christmas, happy as a little god. I’m glad I can still do this, but I didn’t imagine I would be alone forever.