Muses

Sitting in Starbucks, working and grooving to the catchy ever present tunes.

I just met Goldberry Long, author of Juniper Tree Burning. She's a lovely person, glowing with energy and intent on her writing. We chat about growing up eighties and wearing designer jeans.

I leave her alone and turn to my grants as I can tell that she is trying to sink into writing mode. She has that slightly anxious air of the writer who needs to tune into her deeper self.

I wonder if I will run into her again. Will we become friends? I have a growing collection of books signed by their authors and an even more vibrant collection of friends who write.

I think I'll buy her book. It promises to be lyric and moving. Maybe she will sign it for me.