Sometimes work feels like work. And sometimes it feels like this:
This is a photo of one of the locations where I've been absolutely blessed to be able to write this summer, thanks to the kindness and generosity of Greg and Michael. They've both worked incredibly hard, for years, and are now able to share their good fortune with their family and friends.
This is Firefly, Greg and Michael's place in Connecticut. I arrived in New York on a Thursday night. We had dinner together. I got up and got right to writing on Friday. When Greg returned from work, we headed to the West Village to their favorite butcher shop for chops and steaks to throw on the grill. Then we headed out of town.
The above picture shows one of the locations I used to write on Saturday and Sunday. The one below shows the view from the window where I sat until I finished my four hours.
And here's where I got to cool off after exercising:
And on last pic. This one is in memory of Jupiter, whose company and intensely joyful spirit is deeply missed.
Next update will include some photos from The City. Now time to get back to the writing.