I love Readercon, but it’s still too many people, too many ideas, too much information in too little space. No wonder it doesn’t take long for me to go into buffer overflow. What? A writer who needs a little alone time? Never heard of such a thing. This year it was even hotter than usual and thunderstorms every afternoon or evening. None of that matters. I always go for a walk.
Out back there’s some flowering shrubs with honeybees buried in the flowers. You can sit in the gazebo. But if you go a little further, there’s uncultivated spaces with a smattering of wildflowers.
Butter-and-eggs or yellow toadflax.
There’s even a bit of a pond, complete with ducks and red-winged blackbirds. It’s not much, but I’ll take my nature where I can find it.
Writing Every Day 