For the past week, I’ve been on the East Coast, visiting family and friends in Connecticut and New York. Instead of an essay on all the things I did (and avoided doing) on my trip, here’s a random list of six:
1. Ambled down country roads lined with Victorian-style homes, horse pastures, and wildflowers on the days spent in Sharon; bustled down crowded, cracked sidewalks and into tiny consignment shops in NYC.
2. Fell asleep to the deliciously unfamilar sound of silence in Sharon — and to the blaring horns of taxicabs and wailing ambulance sirens in New York City.
3. Ate split pea soup at a cottage diner in Stockbridge, Massachusettes with my family, and met Robbiewriter for lunch at Balthazar, a famous French bistro in New York City.
4. Visited the Random House building and met Robyn Schneider’s editor, Jodi, and tried not to look too awestruck as the two of them discussed edits, galleys and author photos for her upcoming YA novel, Better Than Yesterday.
5. Nursed blisters I got while running for subways, traipsing through the Columbia and Barnard campuses, diving in and out of boutiques, and jaywalking across SoHo streets. (How it is that Carrie Bradshaw could do all that while wearing Manolos, while I couldn’t manage it in flats?)
6. Finished first-draft revisions of my own nonfiction work in progress, which I hope to polish up over the next several days and send out to potential agents by the end of this week.
The Connecticut branch of my family lives on almost 60 acres in the hills abutting the Berkshires. Here’s what their property looks like before the sun burns off the morning mist:
Seems like everyone’s been posting overtime in my absence, so it’ll take me a while to catch up with all y’all. Meantime, please let me know if there’s something going on that I shouldn’t miss!