January 24, 2020

Tremendous rain on the roof.

Drove to Marshall to look at a studio in the old school building on the island. It is perfect in many ways, but the drive is just too far. Beautiful Dave showed me the space, and I was tempted to take it just to be near to him. Those things never work out the way you hope. Lunch among the locals in the café on the corner. As foreign, actually, as Dublin or Rome.

Suddenly inspired revision and enlargement of An Age of Silver. Much good writing saved from long ago, much bad writing from long ago fearlessly axed. The new story flows. Gushes, in fact.