"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Happy Solstice, Folks
For those of my seratonin-challenged virtual colleagues, (you know who you are), today is the shortest day of the year. We are now over the hill, and will be going down the Vitamin-D "sun-soaked" hill a little faster each day.
Sure, tomorrow we will have only 2 more seconds of sunlight (!), but just keep adding those sunny moments together.