Finally, at 2:30 this morning, I’d had enough. The howling dog inside reflexively answered the pack of his kin that had circled the ridges above us since midnight; it wasn’t his fault his attempt to protect us, standing at the window yowlping out into the darkness, was driving us deeper and deeper under our pillows–sleepless, agitated, exhausted.
At 2:32 I got up, flung open the door, and howled back–the primal scream of the insomniac. And never another peep from inner or outer dogs after that.
That said, I determined at 2:35: no blogging for me in the morning. Sleep late, get extra winks, a Friday full of patients and I’d need my rest. But here I am, fingers with a mind of their own. I’ll just follow them and see where they go.
ROANOKE: city at night
ROANOKE: a great weather site with NOAA weather radio for our area (and maybe yours)
ROANOKE: a January writers conference
BLOGS: Caroline Kettlewell’s hinterland goes to the blogs. I met Caroline (virtually) years ago when I discovered the term “narrative non-fiction”–her strong suit. We almost had coffee in Floyd once on her travels through Floyd–a place she had written about for the WaPo I think it was, some years back.
READERS: Brijit gives short rated summaries of the best of the best magazines.
WRITERS: LitMatch connects writers with agents. Maybe.