roof writing. picnics.
I spent yesterday on the roof writing, and eating fresh sour dough from the local French bakery... with various international smelly cheeses, fig paste and a few beers... Viva weekends! I've ranted about the roof quite a bit lately. Something about being up there makes me feel settled. When I said in 2009 that I was going to New York City to bust a life as a Writer and smack out a novel... I never imagined finishing off chapters from a private...