I took this picture only a couple of weeks ago, walking home through Central Park. I was happy and at peace, staring down into a stream, which happens to be one of my favorite things in the world to do. Just stare and stare and stare into a stream. I fantasize about having a small house on a stream some day.
I’ve been working day and night, getting this book ready to send to my editor tomorrow, and even though I could probably get a good eight more hours in I think I have to stop. There are always things that could be made better, but I don’t think I can do them now. I just “fixed” one part and actually made it worse, and thank God I still had the earlier version. It’s just so hard to stop trying when it’s still not perfect. That said, I am pretty freaking thrilled with it. The stories I managed to find! I’ve said it a million times, but I can’t believe I’m getting to tell this story.
Thank you Howard Mittelmark for helping me with the end. Thank you Eleanor Mills and Zach Elder at the Special Collections Library at Duke for hunting down that letter for me at the very last minute and in time to include it.
Okay, I’m going to stop now. This is me stopping. Nope, I’m not working any more. I’m going to lay on the couch and watch Flip This House and How Do I Look? for the rest of the day.