Its sunny and birds are probably singing somewhere and its truly glorious. The kind of day really where I would rather be oh, in Williamstown, MA drinking ice coffee on the terrace with the river rushing below, or Rome sitting in the shade in my favorite bar with a cappuccino. Or any other of the heart achingly beautiful places where once I used to live along with a good coffee. Still this being Stafford I make do with the soon to be smoke-free Bank House bar which is ok. And settle down with laptop and half finished novel in my attempt to write my way out of here.
April 29, 2007
September 23, 2008 at 5:36 am
I wish I could write my way out of here too, or perhaps I just wish and cast my hopes to the wind. It must be a trove to have such memories of Williamstown and Rome, of sunny days with iced-chilled coffee and a view to compliment the moment, Stafford just doesn’t quite have that appeal, I know! Such memories are either a treasure or a sense of malcontent for then it allows perhaps, unequal comparisons. For all its small town faults though, Stafford’s still set in some very evocative countryside, which excuse the pun, is very dear to me and full scents of reminiscence.
Anyway, enough of my rambling on.
Did the half finished novel become a whole? If so, I’d be curiously interested in reading whatever you’ve typed thus far.
All the best, Matt C.