I'm told that I'm overdue with updates from the Virginia Center for Creative Arts. My excuse for not writing is that I've been busy writing. I spent a pretty solid 7 or so hours in my studio today, having overcome the panic I felt a few days ago that the book just sucks. It might still suck, but I'm over it for now. I even realized what the focus of books two and three in my planned trilogy will be, so that is pretty exciting. But I've only got a few more days here, so I'm not sure if I'll meet my goal of being "done" with the first book. I almost hesitate to do this, but let me just whisper that the books are (in my mind, at least), The Liberation Day Trilogy, and Book 1 is called The End of Suffering. That's all I'm saying.
The people here are cool. A number of visual artists--painters, printmakers, photographers--and one composer. We had a reading last night and a performance by the composer. In a few minutes we're headed out to the studio barn for an "open studio" by one of the painters who is leaving tomorrow.
Friday night was poker night. I was the big winner--$5.00. Yay! On the other hand, the kitchen staff forgot to do breakfast this morning. Not sure what happened, but there we were--the early birds hanging around by the locked dining room door, like dogs wondering why the two-legged guy hadn't filled the kibble dish. They better make up for it at dinner!