My head needed a break yesterday from reading queries and partials, so after work yesterday, I sat out on our back deck and dove into Peter Walsh’s It’s All Too Much.
Sorry for the sudden drop off in posting last week, but the official opening of BEA came with a flurry of work, and meetings, and hastily made appointments, and free books, and more. Hectic, even if it seemed more sedate than the most recent New York-based BEA. For me, of course, it was a nice, easy flight from Denver to LA, and only one hour adjustment to make — easy-peasy. For my New York colleagues — not so much. I had a very informative, useful fair, though, and am happy to share some of my impressions.
Many writers have barely enough room in their lives and homes for a writing nook, let alone a whole office, but if you could have a room of one’s own, a la Virginia Woolf, what would it look like?
