Monday, June 16, 2008

Provincetown 16

I stayed up until five in the morning working on the novel and woke up at nine thirty in the morning. I just couldn't get back to sleep at all, so I got up, showered, finished a letter to Allen, and headed out to do some errands.

I stopped by the Summer Program Office to give the director a few copies of my novel to sell. I gave her a signed copy and she took on as if I'd given her a hundred dollars. She's so enthusiastic. You know people must be giving her books all the time. I bought two books: Maxine Kumin's Selected Poems and a book by Pam Houston. Both authors are doing readings this week. The place where the readings happen is just across a small courtyard from my aparment. I can look out my window and see everything.

I found out yesterday that my workshop was canceled, and I was actually glad, practically ecstatic, because the writing is going so well, and I was afraid the workshop would be a distraction.

I'm going now to mail letters.

My goal is to finish 20 new pages by the end of the week.

1 comment:

Anne said...

I just stumbled across your blog and have enjoyed reading your entries about Provincetown. I've taken several summer workshops there (none this year, sadly) and it is pretty much my favorite place on the planet.

I love "she took on as if I'd given her a hundred dollars" -- I can picture her doing that so clearly! :) Enjoy your gift of time this summer, and I look forward to reading more about it.

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