In "Wintering," Kate Moses talks about how Court Green was truly Ted and Sylvia's soul house. I wonder what mine would look like? Lately, I've been picturing white on white on white. Huge windows. Late afternoons with Joni Mitchell, her beautiful voice accompanied by a full orchestra. I've been listening to her constantly these days, and not feeling like writing at all.

And oh, I've been cheating. I'm reading Narcissus Ascending by Karen McKinnon along with Harold Bloom. Talk about a bad combination.