I confess three-day weekends mess me up and I didn't confess yesterday because I thought it was Monday.
I confess I try not to be handcuffed to time, but in this culture, we kind of have to be. If not handcuffed, then at tied together with a friendship bracelet.
I confess I have 3 (THREE!) writing dates this week. 1 on this side of the water, 2 on the other (Annette Spaulding-Convy & Ronda Broatch today, Martha Silano tomorrow at a cafe, and Susan Rich in her adorable town and writing studio on Friday). This makes me feel rich with friendship.
I confess I still have more notes to post about the Skagit Poetry Festival and will do so before I disappear out on my paddleboard this summer.
I confess I also want to write my own post on beauty. I have a lot to say.
I confess I'm off to my first writing retreat of the week, so I will end here.