I tried to write last Sacred Sunday, I really did, but my mind was overgrown and flooded from the journey I’d taken that weekend (not to mention the many times airport security stole my laptop). It’s still difficult for me to find the words to describe my visit to the Upper Midwest. What is it they say about pictures? Something about thousands…
The best travel, even if planned, takes us where we never expected to go.
Plans: Riverwalk, University of Iowa, Iowa Writer’s Workshop (FYI: No. 1), bookstores
Unplanned: Wordlessness, which WordPress attempts to correct as Worthlessness, Wordless, Needlessness, and Godlessness.
On another note, Midna is hiding behind some books on the shelf beside me. She is purring up at me, peeking just above their spines, saying a brief hello and goodbye to all of you for me.
We are not what we own:
- We Wanted to Be Writers: Life, Love, and Literature at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, obviously in every single bookstore as well as on my Amazon Wishlist for quite some time
- Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, one of my favorite writers who is consistently creating my kind of journalism
- Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt, bought with the express intent to share with one of my best friends… this analysis of Savannah, Georgia that is, like most gems of Southern culture, stuck somewhere between creative nonfiction and folklore
- The Essential Feminist Reader, for research purposes; this may just be the kick in the pants I’ve needed to start working on one of my novel ideas.
- Florida Poems by Campbell McGrath, a little peninsular piece of home in Iowa City