One Week

I missed a lot of news while in the boonies last week.

Upon returning to Debbie's house and her Chronicle subscription, I found out Howard Junker decided not to retire. Thanks for reneging, Howard.

And a really wicked hive of killer bees got frisky with an elderly couple. Luckily the couple was friskier, and they survived.

But at least one thing didn't change: Diego's still hanging out in the bay. What can I say? San Diego's a place you don't want to leave.

Stasis

I am home. And since I've spent nearly six weeks studying the craft of writing, I will rewrite my last statement for dramatic tension.

I.
am.
home.

And I'm not going anywhere for a good long time.

Squaw Valley was incredible. A week of workshops, craft talks, and agent and editor panels, all organized by an amazing group of people who do it for all the right reasons. It really is a community of writers, in every sense of the phrase.