It's hard...

It's hard to settle down to write when so much is going on in the wider world outside the glass. Every thing that grows has its own story to tell. Most of them are a lot more interesting than mine.

The Winged Child has flown away north. Publisher sends word that she is keeping them busy. You can keep tabs on her progress at her blog.

I'm retired from wall-building now as there are no more stones about the place to stack. Words are weighty in their own way. The gardener and the writer are having a big debate about who will get prime-time over spring and summer. I'll do my best to please them both, or at least to allot dissatisfaction equally all around.

Henry's books.


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