Last day here in central Virginia, at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, the Blue Ridges out my window, and I’m ready to go home. But it’s been a good two weeks in this place built for writing, and making. I made big strides in this novel, and feel good about what I’ve done and what’s next (hopefully not too much more now). Been going on walks, like a regular person, and if any artists out there want a nice, warm bedroom and also a nice, quiet studio, look into this place. And there are plenty of birds. And critters. I saw a house cat, I’m almost positive, but it sure looked like a bobcat there for a second.