We must believe in luck. For HoW else can we explain the success of those we don't like?
Jean Cocteau
In 2010, the House of Writers (HoW) first met in New Orleans, USA. Julia & Sandra travelled across the pond to meet Gita, Mike, Jared (with Isabelle & Sophie), Joe, Teresa, Michael and Shauna (with Kevin) This year we meet in Blowing Rock, USA, and hope to stimulate great writing in a rural idyll. OK, we'll still be bringing whisky...
Thursday, August 26
HoW good - a week today ...
Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness without a doubt today - more duck egg in the blue of the sky, the neighbour's Virginia creeper now red-edged and the pavements littered with the orange dots of rowan berries. Later today - 'after one o'clock' - I go to Yarm to collect our dollars, and later still, on television tonight, is a programme on Katrina - an amateur video account of its unfolding.
Hotel life...
Murder trail left on
white hotel pillows and towels,
red brick hair dye bleeds.
the maid HoWls?
white hotel pillows and towels,
red brick hair dye bleeds.
the maid HoWls?
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