How I Feel This Morning

Ah, the safe order of Starbucks. So soothing after the wildness of yesterday. Stayed with David Abrams here in Butte — the writer whose novel Fobbit is getting terrific early reviews (and is published on September 4). Tremendously excited about that book; folks have been comparing it to Catch-22 and Karl Marlantes’ Matterhorn.

This is how I feel — like this picture of Phineas. Peyton has been sending me a steady diet of photos of the toddlers which, honestly, is the only way I made it through yesterday. Lots and lots of material, there — but, well, wow. It just makes me question the utility of literature, somewhat, I suppose. Why are we all writing books? I must feel that there is a fundamental lack in the world that I am helping to fill — and yet…

And yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s