Someone said to me today, that writing is a solitary assignment, as much as it is a solitary pleasure. Having thought about that all day, I have to now admit, yes, it is. The solitary part of it, is what leads to my thought, what lends to me my ear in hearing my own inner voice, what takes me to places I have never been, what gives me the hope of places I will one day travel, what gives me the confidence in having just enough edge to paint a picture using words, to describe the man sitting across from me on the train as I watch him breath. The solitary pleasure is what I find in the silence of morning, when the only sound is the tapping of my keyboard and the clanking of my coffee cup. It is the sterility of first thoughts that get put to paper, my pen, the pill I now take to make the world right. So yes, solitary is part of being a writer, or at least it is, for a writer like me. All the non-solitary time is where I find the seeds in life to plant, grow and write about. It is amazing how many seeds I already have stored up, for all the books yet to be written.

***Memorial Day weekend looks to be wonderful weather, so looking forward to the sunshine. Hoping to take some beautiful pictures of the Hudson River. Fleet week in NYC !