In the way of an apology: I am drowning and not waving, having come back from NYC ("Beastly Bride" reading, visits with writers and editors, lovely mini-Yaddo reunion with Maggie Paley and Stacey Engels) and then leaped in the busy-ness of prom weekend. Graduation is coming closer with great swiftness, and much must be done between now and weekend after next: college paperwork and so on (yes, thank you, financial donations are always appreciated by the mother with multiple children in college); various events; some work on my four upcoming books (madness); talks to polish for my stay at Hollins as writer-in-residence and for my stint at "Shared Worlds"; 16 manuscripts to comment on for Hollins; need to finish and show my current manuscript (a NYC promise--rash, rash!) and more.So no, I am not writing you or you, not here and not anywhere else. Not for a while. If you're in Roanoke or Chapel Hill or Cullowhee or Spartanburg or Cooperstown, I might just see you...
