Saturday, March 08, 2008


Buddha on Griffin Island, the Ohio River, 2005

I am riding high on the fact that in the last two days I have further cemented my ideas for the Ohio River novel. I have been thinking, writing, researching, and struggling with this project since my return from the Ohio Journey in the late summer of 2005. I believe it is finally starting to come together in a way that truly pleases me.

I just looked out the window, and the snow is getting really deep outside.

I'm so glad we did our grocery shopping, got perscriptions filled, and got plenty of wood into the house!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Here in eastern Ohio, I measured snow 16 inches deep in the driveway. Shoveled part of it and went inside to get warm. When I looked out, it was snowing again, and the driveway was newly white. Teagrapple



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