It’s always good to be home. Yesterday we packed, left our bags in storage at the hotel, had breakfast at the Stage Door Deli, walked to Central Park, and relaxed on a bench for a while. Then we were on our way home. Walked through the door at 7:45 last night.
It was a good trip. The workshop went well and we kept busy in NYC taking in the sights. My day with editors was productive and, as always, invigorating. I came home with a head full of ideas and can’t wait to get started. I probably won’t return to New York until next fall but return I will.
And so here I am, back at the keyboard in my office. I managed to get five poems roughed in during the flights yesterday so I may go back to them today to see if any are worth finishing. First I’ll clean up the e-mails that came in faster than I could read, respond to, and clear. It’s going to be a busy morning. Can’t wait!