Halfway Point

Marilynne Robinson read from Gilead this evening. At the reception, my class assembled three tables and a bunch of chairs, and peppered her with questions about writing. She led our workshop for a week, but somehow there wasn't enough time to ask these questions. She graciously answered one and all.

Most of the people in my workshop aren't staying on for session II and gave me what they didn't want to take home. Anyone need a hangar? I wish I had enough clothes to use them all.