This best sums up my Fourth of July. No, I didn't reread one of my favorite books. And no, Richard Ford wasn't on campus. But with Skidmore completely denying the holiday, and saddled with 90 pages of manuscripts to read, this is as close as I got to any type of American celebration. Maybe next year.
My day's most festive activity was a run in the rain. It was beautiful.
Mary's take-way phrase from today's workshop was "No Cheetos in fiction." Which means no fluff. Making every word count. It applies to my month here, too. Making every writing and reading session count. Then I'll go home, back to the real world, and make every moment with Bryan count.
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