View of the library from my front door. I have left the cottage; no final week as anticipated. The owner needed to return home and so I have enjoyed my final sunrise, cleaned, packed up, walked the beach, and pulled out of the driveway. Now here I am happily at home. Actually, I’m content wherever I am living at the moment—home, the cottage, travel destinations. I notice, however, that I need variety, a change of pace, a change of venue. And so, I am home for two weeks and then off to Florence for two. I’ll be writing.
While home, my plan is to go to the library each morning to work on “Very Grateful”, the memoir about my mom. In Florence, as I sit overlooking Brunelleschi’s dome and sipping an early morning cappuccino at the Biblioteca dele Oblate café, my writing will shift to memories of my solitary trips to Florence (and Italy). I’m thinking that the title of that one should include both grateful and Il Duomo. I’ll see how it goes.
While home, my plan is to go to the library each morning to work on “Very Grateful”, the memoir about my mom. In Florence, as I sit overlooking Brunelleschi’s dome and sipping an early morning cappuccino at the Biblioteca dele Oblate café, my writing will shift to memories of my solitary trips to Florence (and Italy). I’m thinking that the title of that one should include both grateful and Il Duomo. I’ll see how it goes.