The fifteenth of October. We’ve finally turned the corner. Four months of schwizting through my shirt at 7:00 in the morning when I walk my dog, four months of agonizing anxiety over whether a hurricane will destroy my home, four months of cabin fever, Florida variety – all over now. Having weathered the worst weather the country can offer, for the next eight months we can now offer the best it can.
Icing on the cake, we start a new Round Robin today. I think this is #11 for me, though I’m not sure. I’ve stopped counting them, just like I stopped counting the number of trips I was taking to East Hampton to visit Mark. I believe it was #15 when I went up there in August to bury my gallant, dapper 92-year old friend. There’ll probably only be one more East Hampton trip, to close down the house when it sells. But there’ll be lots, lots, lots more Round Robins.
My New Year’s resolution, Round Robin-style, is to do my daily writes when I wake up in the morning. Today’s a promising start. I’m here on the East Coast, looking out the window toward the Atlantic Ocean (can any of you do that from San Francisco) at what promises to be a beautiful morning. I say “morning” because in Florida, the sky’s only good for two, maybe three hours of predicting the weather. But I digress, as I’ve been known to do. My resolution is to do these writes in the morning, because they always put me in a happy mood.
I read the roster of Round Robin participants and found so many people I’ve partnered with in the past. I’m psyched to be writing with such great people. We’ve got a number of great poets in the group, fiction writers, dialogue queens, plot mavens, scene setters, and even a few geek types (count me in there). Let’s get the party started.
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