Monday, September 12, 2016
September 12, 2016
Classes (where they were writing exams, and I therefore wild with impatience), then home to water the collapsing gardens. My rain-dance tonight in the dark of the garden. Read Mann while they wrote, and was inspired to start a story not utterly unlike his.
Steeltoe Review takes “In the Dark Field,” a redoing of my Dollywood piece. First time I sent it out revised. A kind of luck continues.
Final take-away of the BH contretemps: Don’t underestimate the malice of a little man.