I'm sorry, Courtenay, for the loss of your dear one. I'm thinking of you as you grieve. And I'm so glad you decided to write together yesterday morning. If that scene came out of the morning, then GREAT WORK. I really love what you're doing with your memoir. The scene is full of love, and yet there's an ominous quality, as if all that goodness can't last. Know what I mean? I am wondering what comes next...
Thank you so much, Janisse. I was skeptical, but you were right about how powerful that co-writing can be. The love in the scene is the memory. But I'm afraid that ominous thing you perceive comes from present day threats to our togetherness and, at the same time, a greater need for it. There is still so much love, and that's where I put my hope.
Sorry to hear about your loss, Courtenay.
About the rhythm of the rain ...
You make a simple experience - driving in the car with your mom and sister on a rainy day - absolutely riveting and satisfying.
Thank you so much, Jane.
I'm sorry, Courtenay, for the loss of your dear one. I'm thinking of you as you grieve. And I'm so glad you decided to write together yesterday morning. If that scene came out of the morning, then GREAT WORK. I really love what you're doing with your memoir. The scene is full of love, and yet there's an ominous quality, as if all that goodness can't last. Know what I mean? I am wondering what comes next...
Thank you so much, Janisse. I was skeptical, but you were right about how powerful that co-writing can be. The love in the scene is the memory. But I'm afraid that ominous thing you perceive comes from present day threats to our togetherness and, at the same time, a greater need for it. There is still so much love, and that's where I put my hope.
I hear you. Sometimes I feel so nostalgic for a different time. It truly was so different.
It's raining in Sewanee too. But I'll find amount to visit her grave.
David, I'll be there next month. Hoping to visit her grave and also to visit you. Much love to you.