Jul 7, 2007

I am off to my friend Eric's parent's amazing country house in Connecticut, in some fancy town where Meryl Streep lives down the road, a bunch of rivers twist around the houses, and rustic little restaurants are famous for things like tomato pie. He and I are just going to write for 5 days straight in between taking walks and seeing Edith Piaf movies and floating like fallen leaves in his parent's pool. Since I'm just waiting for my editorial letter for book 2, I am going to WRITE LIKE THE WIND and try to finish book 3..