New Orleans, Louisiana

The story I went to New Orleans to write is finally complete, minus edits and polishing. I finally feel like a chapter is closed, and it’s nice to end the year without Louisiana hanging over my head. Sometimes I just need a push in the right direction. When that fails, a good lecture sometimes works.

And now, I could use a Pimm’s Cup. And a good night’s sleep.

Music: At Last by Etta James (lyrics)

Favorite pic: Foxtails at the Erwinna Covered Bridge by Kathleen at A Walk Through Durham Township.