I don’t have any terribly groundbreaking thoughts for this week. I’ve been writing a lot, which always makes for a rather odd frame of mind, and I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out with writers and their families. I’ve been enjoying the freedom of my borrowed bicycle (a beautiful Trek 750) and the wonderful gaudiness of a hot-pink mani/pedi. I’m finally getting around to watching Series 3 of Sherlock on Netflix.
Last Friday was Independence Day and Chautauquans celebrated by wearing patriotic outfits and lighting flares along the circumference of Chautauqua Lake. The next day, many Chautauquans attended a Brescia performance of Madame Butterfly, which was one of the most scathing commentaries of American imperialism I’ve ever seen. It was an interesting juxtaposition.
But anyway. I’m off to finish the novel chapter I started last year that somehow keeps turning out like a half-baked version of The Island of Doctor Moreau.
See you Friday.