"Solitude itself is a way of waiting for the inaudible and the invisible to make itself felt."
--May Sarton, Plant Dreaming Deep
find that the waiting and listening I do in solitude has a different
quality than that I do while surrounded by other people. And so I have
been thinking about this line, ever since I reread it this morning.
In other news, I blogged about what it's like to get an editorial letter from a good editor, over at YA Outside the Lines.
And for dessert, have a hummingbird webcam
(birds only visible when it's daylight in Texas; if the camera's down,
you can watch the pre-recorded videos that are posted on the page).