Next weekend I was supposed to have attended the 50th reunion of The New Blue, the first women’s acapella group at Yale. I joined the group when they were celebrating their 10th anniversary, which means I am old. Nevertheless, since COVID-19 cancelled the event, about 20 of us from the early 80s got together this evening on Zoom– women from all over the country creating a Brady-Bunch-like grid on my computer screen. Many I hadn’t been in contact with for 40 years. What a collection of wonderful, divergent stories and histories, yet all with this musical chapter tethering us together. Zoom is too out of sync for group singing, but we did hold one chord together. Lovely reminiscence.
I also felt celebratory today because I sent my query-integrated manuscript and endnotes to my copyeditor in New York City. More steps to come, but this was a big one.
In other exciting news, I raked out the herb garden.
Life muddles along.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 215: 161 words, TOTAL = 35,308; 24,692 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.